#fractal logic

[abuddyforeveryseason]

This is the Buddy for January 27th. Eh? Eh? Do you get it?

He smoked so much, he turned into a cigarette. But, he's still smoking while in cigarette form, which means he might have an even smaller pack he'll turn into some day.

It's like how in Cells at Work, the characters are blood cells in a human body, but they also bleed sometimes as well, which means they have even smaller cells in their bodies. Where does it end?

[lemonbombsfjl]

My all-time bestselling design is on everything.

https://www.cafepress.com/dd/34597737

[system-architect]

i took some of my friends/guildies on a run through 'story mode' (listening to all the dialogue) of shattered observatory recently and some of them learned new stuff despite running fractals often, which made me realize a bit there's actually a decent amount of fractals lore that people might not know or have picked up on, especially if you ran through the fractals pretty fast?? imo it's genuinely one of the most fascinating and well-written areas of the game

so, here, some of my favorite fractal/dessa/arkk lore tidbits (and why i Really Love Fractals):

1. arkk and potentially dessa are implied to be ex-inquest-- in the nightmare fractals, arkk mistakes the players for inquest debt collectors, and in his chaos fractal journal entries mentions his 'witless subordinates', so the implication feels to be that his mists research was inquest funded before he ghosted them. in thaumanova, dessa mentions two of the inquest npcs as having been krewemates of hers-- in ls1 she refers to them as being from her 'old krewe', and still describes them as friends (she also refers to them as 'good technicians', like yknow, the inquest rank). also, it may be for aesthetics, but tiles with the inquest logo are used throughout fractals (and in mistlock sanctuary)

2. simon, the cat obtainable from fractals, is implied to have been arkk's cat as per the headstone next to it (does this make arkk's cat golems make sense? maybe! they're also a cheeky reference to the other cat golems throughout fractals)

3. there was a little incident back in ls1 that revealed the fractals lobby is, itself, a fractal, and it and all the creatures in it loop continuously just like the regular fractals. shattered observatory is also vaguely foreshadowed in it, in a sad way :")

3a. similarly, by the way, the mistlock sanctuary is a fractal too-- ever talked to the npcs in there? go speak to ilia-- and the bartender

4. dessa hates the consortium, supposedly 'lost' her boyfriend (potentially arkk's father?) to them, and is not aware that the consortium are the ones who started promoting the fractals to tyria as an 'attraction'

5. dessa is, in some way, connected to the asura boss at the end of uncategorized fractal-- a small fact we only know from the dreamer collection, combined with dessa freaking out and having to leave when the fractal begins. we don't know their relation

6. dessa seems somewhat aware that she is non-existent/a mists magic construct bound to the timeloops. in a now-lost lore interview from wartower, she is described as being afraid to leave mistlock observatory in case she can't return to it. at the end of shattered observatory, she is much quicker to have the revelation than arkk is-- to the point where you could read it as her having known the whole time

7. and now, my favorite, which is more of a headcanon with a solid lore basis that i tend to go full pepe silvia about-- there's two types of fractal we see: ones that are sort of 'possible' or somewhat alien alternate realities, and then ones that are repeating loops of events that actually happened.

chaos, nightmare, and shattered observatory are all evidently loops of events that actually happened. arkk very much does smash into the fractals, you very much do stop him, dessa and arkk very much do effectively sacrifice themselves to stop the fractals from becoming destroyed, and then the loop repeats-- as they explicitly state it will

here's the thing... during the dialogue at the end of shattered, dessa states that arkk did successfully account for all variables except for the reality that they themselves aren't sentient and are just echoes bound to the fractal loop. thus that arkk's DDR would have successfully worked to extract them from the fractals if they were real, corporeal entities.

but since the shattered observatory is an echo of an event that happened, then just like all the other 'echo' fractals, then there needed to have been actual people acting upon the mists to create the event that's echoed in the first place. that is, it didn't just pop into existence of its' own accord. and while we encounter the fractal looped versions of arkk and dessa, they definitely were real people outside in tyria at some point in time

so... in the original version of the fractal... what actually happened? did a real, corporeal arkk meet a real, corporeal dessa? if so, did his DDR work? did they actually escape the mists, and then the loop in the fractal only ended up like it did because the copies couldn't follow in the originals' footsteps? or was arkk real, only to find that dessa wasn't? if the arkk and dessa we meet are only impressions or echoes of the real things, then where on tyria are the real arkk and dessa?

we don't know!! we simply don't know! we also know very little about the consortium, their connections to the inquest, or the uncategorized fractal! there is SO MUCH lore they could expand upon in future fractals and i really really hope they do ;_;

[art-of-mathematics]

Iteration book

In this art book(let) I want to collect a lot of information about dynamical systems and chaotic processes - and explain iterations by using methods of iteration - with the help of transparent foils. [It explains itself in the way/kind it explains itself, so to speak. [Self-referring recursive loop - I might leap into the topic of Gödel's Incompleteness Theorems and non-linear axiomatic systems occassionally... ] ]

I also want to portray cell division as concrete example - and I also want to include some ideas about Feynman diagrams and explain them as interaction patterns - step by step using transparent foils. --- to render a better understanding of this complex topic about dynamical systems and their axiomatization - and to explain my analogies and neologisms of my concept of "information weaving"

The layers:

[unwelcome-ozian]

Do you know of any programming that includes fractals, spirals, or in general moving/spinning parts (specifically the system being shaped in that sort of manner) ? Thank you so much for the help.

Fractal Programming- Keeps the alter in a never-ending logic-loop, unable to tell the difference between the truth and a lie, or what is real and what is not real. This Programming brings a lot of confusion. Fractal alters are vital to End-time Programming, because it is what enables the individual to live in a logic-loop of confusion. (Spiritual programming) Some Fractal Programming logic-loops are: This can be an indication of a “call-back” trigger, whereby the individual is being triggered to go back to the group they left. Alters can be stuck in a particular way of thinking, regardless of proof otherwise. For example, believing “I will never be able to finish or accomplish anything on my own.” regardless of past or current accomplishments. The alter can be stuck in a pattern of actions. For example, being inexplicably drawn to the same types of people who are abusive, or returning situations that cause re-traumatisation.

There are few spinning/rotating systems. What form of programming?

You're most welcome,

Oz

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also given that the logic of said superiority authoriority is an entitlement to deny someone's personhood & use them as an object for your purposes, from obviously getting to direct what they must do & can't do, to enjoying whatever gratification from lashing out / demeaning which is also going to serve as an affirming exercise in authority when one can do that from an insulated elevated place....a crucial part of whatever form of this violence, from the most nanoscopic triangle in the sierpiński triangle pyramid scheme hierarchy, to the hypothetical largest (zoom in or out to whatever degree: the same shit also), being that indeed the superior parties need the deserved insulation from any Consequence to exerting their superior status, including indeed from having to witness the consequences For the "inferior" parties, such as whatever externalizations of suffering they recognize as such, which either (a) need to be put away (b) are manipulative performances or otherwise exaggerated (e.g. being a pussy / not even having the sense to realize how little suffering they're Really experiencing) or (c) can be fun to witness if you decide you enjoy that as an affirmation of power as per your ability to completely detach from any avoidance of causing pain, harming for its own sake, b/c you Can

all which is to frame how Interesting it is that after all those moments of going "well, they keep bothering with reaction shots of winston noticeably feeling hurt & expressing it, sometimes also verbally. it's like it could be setting up something" it set up Nothing; while once again just like has been done dozens of times a scene just Ends on winston being rejected &/or hurt, no resolution then, no resolution ever, and in the case of 7x03 was so significant an attack that just like in 4x11 when mafee gets to take out his own Loyalty Insecurity on winston while everyone else hangs around in tacit to overt approval, everyone just leaves the room & we get winston staying behind in the Most distant position aaand scene's over! thread's over! david levien get back here after you Liked that 4x12 livetweet of mine pointing out "so see & winston was right anyways??" like....that is: we are given the Perspective of someone who is also now Leaving winston behind, thus immune to the consequences of however that treatment could actually affect him or how he might struggle to deal with that now (who cares! the answer is: Alone) like Whatever, next time we see him he's completely fine now. and i'm just so happening to think that all the little moments of getting to see winston wither & withdraw & etc in reaction to being shitted on was also us being granted the perspective of Gratification that he's punished for speaking or existing or whatever, without it ever going anywhere or mattering beyond that instant. we too are the ones who surely get to relentlessly bully the autistic person & damn if we don't at least enjoy someone getting to go off the rails restoring their ego by doing absolutely whatever they want to him, which just so happens to be perfectly aligned with getting him Back In Line. pull yourself together winston! the only consequences you're experiencing we wanna deal with are the ones where you give us the algorithm we decided we want, actually. and now let's look across the rest of the season where the consequences for wags for being this way (or anyone else for standing by, ready to benefit, with philip bafflingly declaring as well how actually it was brutal in a good way) is approximately fuckall even as of course nobody's pretending he's one of the personal growth guys out here: rian is though, and didn't have to "grow" out of abusing winston or thinking that was fine & good or that of course she's inherently superior! and in the end we have more affection and interest for the Epic Asshole than their Cringe Targets

[tribalephemeral]

SOUND CHECK: 'Cryptogram of Cosmic Glue'

SOUND CHECK: ‘Cryptogram of Cosmic Glue’ Loki Series #19, Fall 2016 ….. The flames licking the sides — bursts of activity — creation or destruction — Some things imply while others recoil .. If and Only If is symmetrical, yes…While some minds may be of Unity, or among the unity of universe, yet others recoil from what’s next – sensing, in their bones, that they are headed to an undefined – a…

[mim9574axis7829ato]

[proxycrit]

Elesa climbs to celestial tower to ring the bell. Emmet, stuck in between the distortion world, finds his way home.

Part 1/ Part 2

The conductor falls, down, down, down.

“What’s my name?” He calls to the abyss in terror (what is terror?)

He’s a singular being, right? (That’s not right. He’s one of a pair.)

The abyss gazes back. It has no answers to give, in its multitude.

Not to someone that’s so, so alone.

———

Somewhere else, one Elesa of Nimbasa rings the Celestial Tower’s Bell, over and over. Her companion, Chandelure, keeps watch.

Nothing happens.

Elesa’s stomach sinks. The reverberations of Celestial Tower’s brass bell mocks her in its echo. The vibrations of it’s distortion only makes the tears she tries to hold at bay worse.

In the blur of her failure, she sees chandelure’s flames suddenly die. Part of her panics.

The rest of her is apathetic and numb.

What’s the point? It didn’t work. Elesa closes her eyes. Tries to swallow, and fails. She’s so tired. She’s so, so tired. The deal with Azelf, the media storm she’s weathered, the constraints of her job, the almost loss of chandelure-

Emmet has been gone for three months. Ingo has been gone even longer.

They have gone where she can’t follow.

Elesa, the ghost whispers in her head. Elesa shakes her head in denial. She doesn’t want to plan right now. She wants to curl into herself, and disappear, just for a bit.

Elesa!

“I can’t do this,” she croaks. The sob in the back of her throat bubbles outwards. She wants Zebrstika. She wants Skyla. She wants her friends.

The paliphet Azelf forced her forward. It permeates her thoughts, drowning out logical thought.

(Too much willpower, and it will become an obsession, Azelf had warned her once in Ingo’s voice. And then, in Emmet’s voice: And when you fail, it willll break you. And finally, in her own voice: you will not have a choice but to move forward, with this curse.

I accept, elesa and told it back in the lake.)

I’m so tired, Elesa thinks now, two months later.

But she keeps moving forward. The bell rings again as Elesa strikes it, with all the hurt and rage and longing forced by her own hand into her soul-

-And that’s when chandelure screams, and there is a terrible rolling crack, and Elesa feels the sudden lurch in her gut as she looks up, her apathy torn into shreds as-

The sky tears open in a fractal wave.

Elesa gapes.

She can not comprehend the sudden black webbing across the sky. In the distance, sirens suddenly start wailing as people stop to perceive the impossible.

But Elesa does not care, because in that moment, the wrench in her gut is so great she almost staggers off the platform. Chandelure is by her side in an instant, her glass body a warm comfort to the sudden chill, because-

Something white is falling.

Elesa’s doesn’t know what she yells. But the tug in her chest feels like the beat of a drum, and she is helpless to the melody that calls for action.

Azelf’s blessed takes a leaping step forward, off the building. Chandelure lets out a panicked chime and the warmth of psychic cradles Elesa as she reaches out, arms outstretched, falling and flying and-

And Emmet, sparking with white electricity, reaches back.

NOTES:

AU’s Salvaging the Ship of Theseus! Everybody has a Bad Time. (Emmet and Eelektross go to Hisui and learn about the joys of the distortion world. Elesa hunts legends and makes bad deals. Ingo babysits some sneaslets.)

Backstory and explanation:

Prior this scene, Emmet was travelling Hisui with Eelektross before he falls through a mirror and becomes lost in the distortion world for a month. Elesa and Chandelure, meanwhile, refuse to give up on their remaining friend. (Ingo’s fine! He’s in Hisui right now trying to get fired so he can go searching for his memories. Eelektross is… less fine. We will Worry about That Later.)

Disclaimers: Everything’s a work in progress and subject to change!

Part 2!

[lichfucker]

I really hate the idea that likes are useless or don't tell you anything. they tell you somebody liked your post! you did good and somebody liked it so they gave it a like! the constant cries of "only reblogs actually Do something" feels very… hmm, how do I phrase this?

it's rooted in a sort of warning that tumblr functions differently than other sites in that the number of likes on a post doesn't necessarily contribute to an algorithm that pushes forward certain content (algorithms which, tbh, create a weird sort of feedback loop in which content that is already popular becomes even more popular by getting boosted on the merits of already being popular, but I digress), and so reblogging is the only way to actually spread a post. likes don't make a post "breach containment."

but if likes are equivalent to "positive emotional response" and reblogs are equivalent to "exposure," then discouraging likes in favor of reblogs is discouraging enjoyment of your post in favor of promotion of your post. okay... why? to what end? if the only "correct" mode of engagement is an expanding fractal web of reblogs, and the point of a reblog is only to beget further reblogs... what's the goal?

you've deemed the like as an expression of pleasure useless, so it's kind of difficult to argue that "reblogging a post means they enjoyed it more than if they'd just simply liked it." the quantity of pleasure expressed doesn't matter if you've already devalued the concept of "expressing pleasure and doing nothing else." you can't earnestly say "expressing pleasure is important to me but only if it's accompanied by exposure." so your goal isn't for more people to delight in your content; it's for more people to see your content, and for each of them then to make even more people see your content in turn. and so on. infinitely. just sharing. just exposure.

is that how we got to this point wherein people are genuinely writing essays about how liking a post is actually a backhanded passive-aggressive insult? you think I click the little red heart because I hate you? the logic is so contorted. it relies on the assumption that everyone around you is operating in bad faith, that everyone's intentions are bad until proven good.

what a bitter, paranoid way to live.

[the-raven-draconic]

"she's only 57-"

*At a bit after noon, Nikolai receives a text from Felix. It reads;*

'Hey Nikolai ^^ i found a child. can we adopt him?'

( @the-raven-draconic )

*Nikolai blinks, a little baffled. A- a child?!*

‘Okay:3’

[sporcko]

spocktober 8: logic

the code for constructing the background fractal was adapted from this blog post

[its-a-pain-having-a-name]

For all it’s oh these things are a sign of madness, all the activities said to be done by spiral avatars is actually really fun. Like making monstrosities of clay, coffee which keeps you up at night, even drawing fractals it’s really rather relaxing it gets you into a zen meditative state, repeating the same sets of rules over and over again.

Like the voice of Michael and it’s rants are calming, they don’t really go on as lengthy rants as we remember and they don’t use so many metaphors or poetic descriptions.

But yeah the spiral for all it’s maddenings actually is pretty chill.

Also think about it letting go of certainty and right or wrong is so freeing, you’re just a deluded liar and so’s everything else. If someone is rude to you well that’s what they believe, it’s not really an us thing.

Also you start to think more abstractly, like as in being able to see how arbitrary and made up language and mathematics is, and social structures too.

Also then there is the ideas of absurdity, like we are nothing and kind of something, all things lie, and we’re no exception. So like accept others, because to them their delusions are truth as are your own.

Like chill out and stop trying to impose logic on yourself and others when you are illogical, abstract concepts

You know? It’s actually really great

[tenno-aster]

Schism by Tool is the definitive Albrecht and Loid ship theme.

I believe Schism perfectly encapsulates the thoughts of two men of science and logic attempting to quantify and rationalize the incalculable: there love for one another.

This Sisyphean task of realizing their love by measurable means leads to the difficulty of their relationship. They understand they work together like two cogs in a machine. They don't know how, and the cold need to understand comes to overshadow their love. The schism forms. The physical and measurable breaks down. They struggle to find the "pieces that fit." There is bitter determination and frustration.

Sonically, Schism (as well as the other songs on the album Lateralus) incorporates pattern and math prominently. The instrumentals fractalize outward in booming repetition. Vocals chant in droning parallel to the growl of Voidtongue.

The imagery of a temple as a metaphor for a relationship even matches well to the Entrati aesthetic. Even looking at the music video, one can't help but be reminded of The Murmur and the Vessels haunting the Entrati labs.

It all feels almost intentional the more I listen to the song.

[linddzz]

Fic Rating: Explicit. This chapter briefly hits the mature/spicy mark

Chapter Highlights: Morpheus is absolutely not jealous of a bird, staves off a PTSD panic attack by hyper-focusing on his good ol buddy's pulse, has a confession to make, embarrasses himself in front of his crush, realizes some things, and desperately tries to put a muzzle on the violently hungry thing that he is.

Excerpt:

"Most people chew. It helps with digestion."

"I am not people." An automatic response. He can not form a better one. There is the wad of dead, physical material stuck in him. Then, disgusted: "I do not digest ."

Digestion itself is not disgusting. Hob digests, he would not be human otherwise so that is as it should be. Morpheus is Endless, and the idea that he would do anything as literal as digestion is grotesque .

"Yeah, but you try to pass at being a person, so I'm giving feedback. What the hell is going on over there?"

Morpheus frowns, because he knows there is no proper way to explain it. Humans want things to be logical when they are awake. They have little ideas about progression and rationality and this leading to that . Flimsy scaffolding structures they build around the world that they can not think past. He can not explain that usually, the bit of Dream that is Morpheus, that walks and talks and thinks thoughts with words, is inside himself. The Dreaming is built around that little bit, which is a very small component of his whole. He exists like a beating heart in the center of the entire universe of himself. When he comes into the Waking, he is inverted. Inside out. He is folded into himself.

He of course, is not too small for himself. Instead the Dreaming is an eternal origami, or an endless fractal perfectly fitted into the shape of a human body.

Right now, he is folded into himself in the Waking world, and a dead bit of the Waking world is lodged inside of him. It's perhaps the closest he could ever feel to indigestion, though he does not digest. He imagines himself as a sort of matryoshka doll made up of mismatched pieces.

"Now that is a face I've never seen before." Hob says, plainly fascinated. He has set his chin on his hand, with his fingers a little over his mouth in a failed attempt to hide the smile growing on it. 

"Oysters have nightmares like this," Dream says as an explanation for what the hell is going on over here .