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Ooo, another bunch of things that were cool, land jellyfish. So many colors, just gliding in the sky. I try to observe and document random interesting slices of intelligent life, and while they didn’t seem capable of much, further exploration revealed huge constructed structures, synthesized materials. There was much that defied immediate explanation. Infiltration proved useful, observing color patterns facilitated entry to their documentation on the matter.
They had learned how to release spores, control lesser creatures via burrowing int the nervous system, infecting them. Using the physically more robust as their conduit to interact physically, while staying airbourne, untouched. Then, of course, eventually enveloping and digesting their ignorant slace. Just amazing.

Anyway, I think that’s enough of my fine documentation! Congratulations, Wizard-Man on your first entry and these two boss cultures! Geeze I’m awesome, Encyclopaedia du Wizard will be shined on throughout forever as the ultimate in-depth compendium of all the most interesting cultures I come across.

“This feels weird.”
“That’s because it doesn’t feel at all. Receptors here, it’s contact based, and we now have digital souls.”
“Can we still contact each other?”
“I don’t know. It’s hard to think.”
“Really? I feel a fair amount of clarity buffering.”
“It’s probably because my brain became restructured; it should clear up soon, once the organic/nanite matrix can be rerouted. Tell me if my personality shifts, though…”
“It shouldn’t?”
“Right, now let’s get going.”

I had no trouble dealing with what had been done, for it was all another way to go about it. This, this is the ultimate way to go about it. The entire cybernexus was a permanent infrastructure. It was everywhere, in us, outside of us, inside of itself. To become separately installed… that’s something special. It was the nexus, started out like one giant online portal to play other videogames. It always felt so real, all of them did, but it was still just a game, log in, log off. But with datamapping of the brain, it became a dream to be able to create a duplicate, within the nexus itself.

No gimmicks, guaranteed low rates, fast tracking, instant datapak delivery.

“Wow, now that’s called cash support, and we’re in it!”
“I still think it’s kinda dangerous.”
“Look, we’re talking monthly promotions, here.”
“Yeah, but to claim a bonus for a signdown?”
“Don’t think about it, don’t worry about it, we can provide the best selection towards the end result, we are part of this as users. It’s hard to be beaten.”
“True, but what if we get caught?”
“I don’t even see that as a potentiality. Besides, even if it did happen, the worst thing that can happen is deletion, and not only is that impossible, but we’re backups in here, our real selves still live, and can be reinstalled. The companymen guaranteed that.”

The companymen appeared, logged in, uninstalled. Still way too risky to test on all agents, and rogue agents like these especially wouldn’t risk installing an alternate conciousness on the servers.

Turns out the illegal nanites allowed my body to survive the procedure; my friend, Chaice, was not so lucky. It’s still difficult for my adapting brain to process facial expressions or emotions. I wonder how my outerworld self is taking this. I think for sure I would be feeling sorrow for the loss. I think I am. My friend, however, is completely unfazed. Says he’s better off, free from bondage, a weight off his shoulders. The idea may have infected his brain, I fear.

Oh well, beyond that, at least something came of it all. People tried to help in the confusion, but it just got bloodier and more hectic. Keeping my steady resolve, and attempting to figure out the situation, get to the root of the compounding questions, I began to sob uncontrollably. It wasn’t my finest moment, simply put. Answers came regardless, as silent black trucks drove into the scene. The people who stepped out were dressed in odd suits, covering all of their body and any identifying features. They walked strangely, like in those horror movies where it’s all weird and uncanny feeling. Like they weren’t human, or had just gotten humanoid forms. To form this sentence carefully: the way they walked stood out as off-putting while I was affixed to the sidewalk via a bear trap.

After they gassed the place, the black trucks weren’t so bad, taking the bear trap fiasco into account. It was a quiet ride, all the screaming people were passed out. I think they used some sort of specialized binding material, because my wrists were fine, though bound. They might have even fixed up the leg wound, though it could have been the gas tricking me. I couldn’t feel much, and was blindfolded, occasionally I heard some muffled movement among the sounds of traffic. I figured it was simply other captures, thinking they should keep quiet as well. It’s an odd feeling, being tied up in a van, kidnapped. You kind of know that screaming and yelling won’t help, but by the time you want to at least try, you pass back out again because you’re feeling sort of woozy.

Or, at least, that’s what happened to me. Either way, when I woke up, I was in a vast field. Green grass surrounded me, beyond that: trees. The sun was warm, and from what I could tell, it was noonish, give or take a few hours. I’m pretty great at telling the time by the position of the sun in the sky. My leg felt great, I could even walk on it, surprisingly enough. There were others around, I recognized a few from this morning, and a few more simply from around. I wondered how many people were here, but didn’t fully care. People began worrying, talking. I simply accepted it, and walked westward into the expanses of soft grass. It felt weird on my shoes, too soft compared to the floors and sidewalks I’m used to. Eh, today wasn’t so bad.