Enjoyed with: A cigarette... and Digitalism – Anything New
All that can be good is good. And all that can be bad has not yet been decided. This is the current predicament that Suvaal and Tesuon are in. They are relatively lost. All the while attempting to understand and develop in frightfully fictional ways.
To stimulate development new entities have been added. This is done to observe the bond between Tesuon and Suvaal, to understand how powerful their relationship has become. And so they are given some newly recognized items, the two converse and construct conclusions.
As it is: Suvaal stumbled upon them one day whilst meditating on the meaning of being meaningless.
( So then I found these things.
I didn’t quite know what to call them ) GUITAR!
V TREE
Suvaal ROCK
Tesuon examines the occurrence and desperately oversteps his current mental capacity.
( I, I need to know. )
V
Tesuon GUiTAR!
TREE
(It’s okay…) ROCK
V
Suvaal
Suvaal starts the never-ending tumble into understanding h/er/is reality.
Yes, s/he has gotten smarter…
But for how much longer and to what extent?
( Everthing we need to know is right there.
It’s obvious and simple. I’m sure it’s within
The realm of reason and reality. )
V GuITAR!
Suvaal TREE
ROCK
The new arrivals are but a small part of their path to greater understanding. Things are quite surreal at this moment. So much so that the answers are constantly changing.
It's just a pity they can't grasp and understand the meaning of words.
The two beings move closer and whisper, unsure and uncomfortable, about their understanding. Their dialogue is intense.
( I can see the answer… I think I know.... )
V guiTAR!
Tesuon
TREE
( Don’t read too much into it. ) rock
V
Suvaal
Incredible. The quiet moment, framed by a memory; seconds that move like minutes accompany a shared silence. They are both aware of an equally remembered and easily remedied vulnerability.
Tesuon has already claimed his illiteracy. Funny if not interesting, that h/is/er existence is almost entirely dependant on that one flaw.
Irony is a bad word.
( Sorry, I forgot. )
V
Suvaal
( Uhm… Uh, It’s okay. I’m sure
I’ll be able to read sometime. )
V
Tesuon
The rapport. Amazing how easily they have fallen into it…
( I think that you can read.
You just don’t know it yet. )
V
Suvaal
( Thanks.
I can’t help but believe
you’re right… I just… )
V
Tesuon
No thoughts for his words. So then: no words from his thoughts. Tesuon and Suvaal are both struggling to cope.
And now, the introduction of a volatile element: Let us call it Selby.
- In the middle of an intimate moment between Suvaal and Tesuon.
… The appropriate time required for this to work.
( I mean, I was just going to say
that it doesn’t mean you’re stupid )
V
Suvaal
( ? )
O
o
Tesuon
( It’s just that you’re not as smart as me… )
V
Suvaal
Suddenly, in a great burst of text, er-uh... smoke and a timid attempt at flash and bang.
It appears…
*PUFFLE*
( What in the… ? )
V
Tesuon
( Fuck…! )
V
Suvaal
And so it is… Two can become three. Selby is born with a suitable amount of knowledge and understanding. Included in this package is the ability to think more robustly and a self-awareness that might be irrational.
Without a doubt s/he is the most intelligent (depending on how you spread your butter) creation to date.
( I AM AWARE! )
V
Selby
( !?!?!?!?! ) ( …Not enough words… )
V O
Tesuon o
Suvaal
Two self-aware entities are forced to come to terms with a new being.
This is the first time Tesuon and Suvaal have witnessed firsthand the birth of an idea, a thing of potential beauty – depending on how it all goes.
It might be believed that we've learned something about the bonding experience.
More on this later...
Let’s hope it doesn’t conclude too quickly.
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