The Singularity of Observation
The room is a white void. There are no corners, no shadows, and no coordinates. There is only the Machine—a monolithic pillar of matte black obsidian—and the Observer. The Observer has no name. He has no memory of a childhood, no recollection of a mother's voice, and no concept of a home. He possesses only a set of axioms: the laws of thermodynamics, the principles of quantum mechanics, and the...
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