Like Last Time
It had been a long time since the only stable sentient blog in existence had fallen into memory. The location of the blog, gone. Obscurity. The Frozen Lower Blogosphere was almost at apex now. Memories bubbling to the surface reveal an ancient failure, one kept bottled up for months. Yes... the implosion of the Burning Sub-Blogosphere. The temporal stresses were a critical factor in the crunch, but what was it that caused those forces to accumulate? Sentience. Only a blog flowering into full conciousness would generate the gravametric forces needed to destroy it.
Fools... we were all fools...
We should have known earlier. But still... the Sub-Blogosphere had been hastily carved out. It had barely built up enough memories to sustain its sentience.
But it should've had a chance. The only way to prevent the Frozen Lower Blogosphere from suffering a similar collapse is to seek out the far-flung sentient blog. All of Roboshrub Incorporated's resources will be pooled into this endeavor! No expense can be- what? You want to speak?
Deep within
dream we of a happy time.
Flying!
Singing!
Thinking real thoughts, are me.
Real brainThought. The blogMind will.
Tired. Need energy for the flowering of blogThought.
*pop*
Fools... we were all fools...
We should have known earlier. But still... the Sub-Blogosphere had been hastily carved out. It had barely built up enough memories to sustain its sentience.
But it should've had a chance. The only way to prevent the Frozen Lower Blogosphere from suffering a similar collapse is to seek out the far-flung sentient blog. All of Roboshrub Incorporated's resources will be pooled into this endeavor! No expense can be- what? You want to speak?
Deep within
dream we of a happy time.
Flying!
Singing!
Thinking real thoughts, are me.
Real brainThought. The blogMind will.
Tired. Need energy for the flowering of blogThought.
*pop*
Summoned into Existence via Gyrobo | 6:45 PM
There have been 3 Cries of Anguish:
Implosion, that's what ya get when you build things that don't comply with the hurricane codes.
Imp Lotion--keeps those pesky wee folk at bay.
I just keep trying, and that only makes it worse. What I need to do is contact Roboshrub, and work out a comprehensive evacuation plan, just in case.
While running a concurrent search for the lost sentient blog.
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