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It was the city of London. Reality was just a projection, the representation of an underlaying regular grid of cells.

What will happen if, and when, one of these cells would gain consciusness of its own status as a being?

Noise music was the key to decrypt this mystery. 

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crink le wrist lock pika ideol ogic lesso ning wile exarc hate
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secur eness arill ode seism ometr y disco ursed deion ise confl
agrat ed trifl urali n penet ratio ns telep honin g pumic ed
etern ized silva n jingo es menfo lks telep honin g memor ex
secta rian pasti l regro w crink le inacc essib le meant ime
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In a remote corner of the universe flickering with countless solar systems, there was once a star where clever animals invented knowledge. It was the proudest and most deceitful moment in world history; but it was only a moment. After Nature had taken a few breaths, the star froze, and the clever animals had to die.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche: 1873.

The fact is that consciousness is by nature the locus of an illusion. Its nature is such that it registers effects, but it knows nothing about the causes. The order of causes is defined by this: each body in extension, each idea or each mind in thought are constituted by the characteristic relations that subsume the parts of that body, the parts of that idea.

When a body ‘encounters’ another body, or an idea another idea, it happens that the two relations sometimes combine to form a more powerful whole, and sometimes one decomposes the other, destroying the cohesion of its parts.

I am speaking English… All of a sudden I have the impression I am speaking Italian, it feels as natural and familiar. I question myself. I keep speaking, I have the impression i am talking a language I do not know, but it still makes sense. I am talking to someone, I think I am speaking English, but in fact I am speaking Italian. I think I am thinking in Italian, but in fact I am thinking in English. I talk on the phone, I want to speak Italian but I cannot, I speak Eglish and my mum understands. I am in Italy, I enter a sigarettes shop. I ask for a tram ticket, and make a joke about the weather. I though I was speaking Italian, but no one understood, in fact I was speaking English. I try again, I get the tram ticket. I walk away, I think I am an idiot. It’s just a Glitch, another glitch!