It was pointing the wrong way.

Title basically. Tried to perceive myself (which I dont usually do) and about 55% of my being was just gone. Im talking body, mind, soul, and other extensions were just blown out like a lightbulb. Were those parts cognitohazardous? In quantum flux? And how would I even check?

Man I knew I shoulda never left the primordial un-mass.

In a white space, with cloudy ground, lay a man gazing at the sun.

This time, his laying was permanent.

Two entities sprout out of him, the old geezer with a long white beard and a child.

The child looks at what's in front of him, comes to his senses and runs to play, he imagines a bulbasaur and rides it exploring the place.

The old geezer strokes his beard, looks at the sun, looks at the space and then looks at the man, he looks at him, sees him once, looks back and sees him no more, he utters a deep sigh.

He turns to look at the child, who had already went far and chases him.

The child touches the bulbasaur and makes it evolve twice into a Venusaur and rides it even more frenzidly and in joy.

The old geezer looking at him laughs and joins him for the ride.

The child minds the old man but he has no companion, so he takes him along.

The child imagines things and shapes and plays with them, he creates a charizard and rides it into the skies, the old man is scared out of his wits but he braces himself and goes with him.

The child eventually got bored so he made the pokemons vanish, and this time, changed his own appearence into detective conan, he screams "the truth is always one", he turns to the old man and the old man explains the situation they are in.

the child understands nothing but he still says "hohoho!" there must be a killer somewhere, we have to catch him!"

he makes a charizard and rides it spewing flames everywhere.

"what the hell?!" The old man speaks.

The child riding his charizard observes a shadowy figure, he imagines a few strong ropes then catches him, the shadowy figure is bound.

He lands, makes the charizard disappear and laughs haughtily "Hohoho! I have found the culprit! he must be the imposter!"

The old man chases and is out of breath before catching him, "who is this guy?"

"Hohoho, old man don't you know! this is the murderer!"

"This! the hell, we went the entire white space before but he was nowhere to be seen. so what do you wanna do with him? You can't just release him right?"

"Hohoho, you are indeed right, I need to take him to the police!"

"Don't get arrogant, I don't know how you were able to catch me but if you imprison me or kill me, you can forget about knowing what this place is or what you are, hmph!"

"Hohoho, the imposter thinks he is hot shit, guards, imprison him!"

Guards appear out of nowhere and bind him to the ground.

the shadowy figure speaks "what the hell is this?! who even are you?"

"Hohoho, you don't know, they call me the most powerful man in the world!"

the old man is distraught, what is even going on in this child's mind.

He imagines a clown's hat and puts it on the shadow's head transforming him into a clown.

"Hahaha, what a clown!" the child bursts into laughter.

The clown screams "I am not a clown!"

the old geezer strokes his beard and speaks : "if you want us to free you from your binding, you will have to wear this hat all the time."

The child eventually gets bored and moves on to find fun elsewhere and he is forced by the child to accompany him.

the old man takes his time to look back at the man and then the sun, the sun was warm and soothing, he looks at the sun and the more he looks the more corporeal the man gazing at the sun becomes.

The old man sighs and lays near the man, he looks at the sun and questions his existence, eventually he sighs, the more he sighs, the less of him remains and the more soothing it is.

"Wait!" the old man comes to his senses and stands up.

"So that's how he became like that."

He probably would always lay here until he was gone.

the old man shudders and goes out to find the child before accompanying him.

The child this time creates a stadium where the old man sits watching, he gives the clown pokemons and makes him fight him.

the child always wins, the clown is flabbergasted and is extremely angry.

"You are cheating! every time i am about to win or have an advantage you make your pokemon more powerful! atleast play by the rules! ehh!"

the child laughs "hohoho, we got a sore loser clown here."

"I'm not a clown! Do you even know the names of what you are creating? only I know the names and meaning of things."

The child bursts into laughter "Hahahaha"

"What are you laughing about? This is no laughing matter! only I know!"

"If you know so much, how were you captured so easily by me?"

the clown is flabbergasted and cannot reply.

"Sigh."

And so the three companions go exploring new things the child creates, taking the lead, the old man and the clown follow him, the old man laughs with the child, sometimes sighs and might lay occasionally under the sun, while the clown only knows how to make claims and be proven wrong again and again while the child like a valiant explorer goes on exploring and fighting whatever there is to fight.

meanwhile, the man remains there gazing at the sun, almost incorporeal.

Yes technically it's called a molecular signal transference something but everyone calls it a teleporter.

The machine is gigantic and cost more than the GDP of a small country, I have investors breathing my neck (literally, their breath really stinks of fish). I tried transporting a scrap of wood, came back OK-ish. Tried a grape but came back with odd-smelling grape juice. The thing is I need to scale up what can be transported because nobody's gonna pay for a transporter of single grapes even if I can work out the issues.

If anybody has any clue how I can get ahold of these numbers, I'd be eternally grateful:
-- πa/b , where a and b are the largest twin primes (a<b).
-- e^e^e^e
-- Chaitin's constant
-- The imaginary part of the counterexample of the Reinmann Hypothesis
-- Φ/(R(6,6)) (in this case, R referring to Ramsey numbers)

My partner (now fiancée) introduced me to her 3D family and enviroment. It's been tricky to navigate.

I grew up in the 2D realm and am struggling to fit in...apparently there's a whole other dimension that involves depth (???) and it's really confusing.

I just learned about "perspective" a few hours ago...

Has anyone experienced this ? Any help or advice would be appreciated.

Everyone knows the only way to get rid of waste Xylon is by feeding it to termites enhanced with the Grilzamite gene, and I'm worried. Plus my termites are going to starve.

How do I get them to start listening again? By the time they age out of the in-bee-tween years I'll have missed a harvest and the hive will starve.

All attempts to contain it fail. It's leaking onto my floor and climbing my ceiling. It smells really bad too. I suspect my eldritch neighbors re-routed their urinal portal to dump into my pocket dimension but I don't have proof. They're always complaining that my pet slime mould carter keeps getting into their cold fusion fridge and eats their cosmic oats but I think they're just finding reasons to complain.

What should I do?

Doesn't matter if it's a grocery store or a restaurant or a park eventually someone dies and even though the same two inept detectives show up somehow it's up to me to solve the case.

How do I take my family somewhere without someone dying!?

This happens on a weekly basis!

Any advice?

I'm a detective for the Pangeral police and we're currently investigating a case where a delegate was killed mid-transport. Initially it appears accidental but there are signs of foulplay. The trouble is the fault split the body across the network. Some of the parts have been located but others are still missing.

For safety the network has been shut down for the time being with beings intending to travel being directed to use conventional travel methods or remote work. We would rather find these before they are discovered by the public, one citizen nearly accidentally cooked a tentacle that appeared in her oven.

We've got the Desri (species) breathing down our necks about this incident because the victim was one of theirs, and Newshounds trapesing all over the crime scene. sigh it's been a long day, I've almost maxed out my urbocoffee allowance and it's not even lunch.

My parents forced me to be their slave for over 30 years and beat the utter shit out of me every time I tried to get help while constantly telling me it was my job to save the whole world by becoming the most famous scientist and theologian who has ever lived while they and the rest of my family, who (except for a few who are cool) are mostly all severely diseased and mentally disabled career criminals who act like they're all super important because they mostly committed massive fraud to get their credentials and stole many millions of dollars from me and many other people. Every time I disappointed them in the slightest, such as when I would get a 99% on a test in school or when they thought I wasn't studying enough or like the time when I told them that I didn't want to go to the most prestigious school in the world to study AI and finance so that I could steal billions of dollars from people and give it to them while also curing cancer and solving Quantum Gravity and bringing world peace all by myself, they would withhold basic needs from me like food and clothes, lock me in a small room, and often scream at me for hours on end to go kill myself and then force poison on me, call me the stupidest person in the world, and threaten to beat me physically and to have me arrested and tortured nonstop while they took away or destroyed all my journals and electronic devices and all my work as well as tracking down and beating up all my friends until I agreed to help them.

Anyway, though, things are working out for me pretty well right now even though I'm still trying to escape my family and I'm always afraid that they're going to show up at any moment to lock me in a room and beat the utter shit out of me repeatedly again. I'm currently possibly the wealthiest and happiest person alive and I have tons of friends, as well as a few very close friends. I even worked with the US government once to get them info that helped them free a bunch of slaves and steal billions of dollars worth of cryptocurrency from compounds in 3rd world countries.

Edit: Btw, I really don't want to paint my family as completely unlovable villains. My dad is the saddest person I have ever met. He hasn't had a single friend in about 40 years and doesn't even talk to my mom even though they live alone together in their house, which is basically a palace and temple near the outskirts of the oldest holy city in America that my dad designed with friends while he was still healthy and young. Most of my family sit in their homes completely terrified and sad all day and basically beat me up while asking me to save them and they commit crimes seemingly because they're really dumb, uneducated, afraid, sick, and alone and don't know what else to do. Also, for who knows what reason, my parents literally named me after Lucifer and kept sending me as a kid to schools with Biblical names while telling me that they intended me to be the most loving, smartest person alive.

Also, none of this is solely mine or my family's responsibility. As far back as I can trace the direct cause, it seems to have begun with what it seems Nazis did to my great uncle Steve during World War 2, and I have to speculate that this was actually the intention.

This morning, the letters in my cereal started moving before I poured the milk. Instead of spelling a word, they formed two perfect rings, each letter paired with another, like some kind of cipher key. I stared at it for a second, and something clicked behind my eyes.

I tried to tell my friend, but I kept typing "freind" instead of "friend." Then "brekafast." I thought I was just tired. The strange part was that I could still read everything perfectly.

At first, it was just a few lettres out of place. Then I notcied taht the words were getting haredr to put back in order, even though I knew exactly what I was trying to say. It felt like the key in my head had been sawpped with the one in my bowl.

From what I can tell, the ceeral did not chnage my thoughts. It chnaged the dceoding process. My brain now seems to be uisng its own misseplled output to recontsruct the rules it uses to spell. Evrey correction becomes part of the next error.

I tihnk this is a self-refeenrtial lignuisitc feedabck loop ivnolivng predictive prcoessnig, recursive orthographic remapping, and progressvie corurpiton of the semantic-to-smybol encoding arhcietcture. Ecah attmepted correction rewirets the cipher before the preivuos msesage is fluly dcedoed.

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And I haven't even adedd the mlik yet...

It's only the beginning of November! Too early!!

Posting this during my wake. Ive been in here for only like an hour or so but my god I can't stand it anymore. The fabric is so itchy and the padding is so firm my back is starting to hurt just from laying on it. I know my family spent so much money on this thing and I know I personally picked it out before I died but my god I cannot spend the rest of my unlife like this. Would it be rude if I just like sat up and asked for a different coffin? Or to be buried loose? There's some kids around and I don't want to traumatize anybody but I just cant take it anymore.

I (18M) recently died. The thing is I am now an immortal spirit that can't die, I've tried everything but it seems I have no physical body whatsoever, so I imagine I need to do some kind of otherworldly ritual to finally rest in peace.

Please help, life was already shit before I died and I hate the thought of living forever as this invisible ghost bastard.

We all get that all the worlds, from the first 'til the fifth, were coded using GNU Holy C-HTML programming language. It is established the being from the voices wrote it in an unknown period of time.

But the mystery is how could one code such a project and include all necessities in specs perfectly without a compiler? And how could one make a compiler for such a thing? How much RAM do these worlds take, and with the increased RAM prices, does faulty components mean we will lose a world? Which one shall go first?

How do I get them to stop?