Fortune MachineMe

[Bob]

*Bob pees back at the machine. ... in a way that makes any kind of electrocution impossible, which takes some skill....*  

I think the thing's defective anyway.  It must interpret "now" very broadly.



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Hmmm... Interesting thing about the internet.   *Bob rewrites history....*



*Bob uses his mental powers to cancel m1469's next post, included a brow furrow.* 

[m1469]

*CANCEL!!!*

[Bob]

*The real Bob watches from afar, amused that the machine fell for the decoy.*




 

[Bob]

I saw that. I'll tell Nils.  You'll be in big trouble.  .... Like you don't even know.  You don't even know.  



That's my Vince Vaughn impression.  


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Nothing here was editted/added later.  It's all original.


*Bob uses his mental powers again... in preparation for some kind of retailiation... which probably includes dark clouds rolling up, thunder and lightning, that sort of thing.  Scary stuff.  Earthquakes too.* 

[m1469]

No, Bob!  Don't retaliate!  I take it back.  I'm not dumping that on you and forget that I ever peed machine oil on you!  It wasn't my idea in the first place and I shouldn't have done it!


MachineMe?

Yes?

Is there actually a secret forum?  And, even if I erase a post (like the one I wrote last night about not being ladylike), do people still read it?  I knew people would misinterpret that!

Yes.

I know, right???  MachineMe?

Yes?

I'm nervous!

About what?

You know.  But, lately I feel it in my whole self and it's like turning my system inside out and makes me feel nauseous.  And, today I got very sad because I played the Chopin's prelude number 6 in B minor for the first time in quite awhile   .

[Bob]

No, Bob!  Don't retaliate!  I take it back.  I'm not dumping that on you and forget that I ever peed machine oil on you!  It wasn't my idea in the first place and I shouldn't have done it!


MachineMe?

Yes?

Is there actually a secret forum?  And, even if I erase a post (like the one I wrote last night about not being ladylike), do people still read it?  I knew people would misinterpret that!

Yes.

I know, right???  MachineMe?

Yes?

I'm nervous!

About what?

You know.  But, lately I feel it in my whole self and it's like turning my system inside out.  And, today I got very sad because I played the Chopin's prelude in B minor for the first time in quite awhile  .

*The even more real Bob watches the real Bob watching the decoy Bob. ... from afar also, but farther than the real Bob, which is the second Bob in this scenario.*

Ok....  Who's idea was it?  *Bob wonders if there's more than one m1469.*

[Bob]

*Machine peepees Machine oil on Bob's pant leg*


(A student didn't show up ( ) so I have just enough time to practice for 5 mins. another section and answer this post)

Before it disappears.  The machine was full of love before.  Then it starts peeing oil.  Haha.   *Bob reminds himself to check the love in his car.*

[m1469]

Interesting.  But don't cry, MachineMe.  Something tells me I will really love that Yamaha.

Okay .

[m1469]

*The even more real Bob watches the real Bob watching the decoy Bob. ... from afar also, but farther than the real Bob, which is the second Bob in this scenario.*

Ok....  Who's idea was it?  *Bob wonders if there's more than one m1469.*

haha ... not telling  .

Before it disappears.  The machine was full of love before.  Then it starts peeing oil.  Haha.   *Bob reminds himself to check the love in his car.*

I *was* full of love!  I AM still full of love.  

*casts all kine crazy spells of love all over the place*

*love lightning strikes everybody, followed by love thunder*

HEY!  I have rehearsal in 20 minutes.  Seriously, I would normally still be teaching now and show up to rehearsal late ... they don't know that I could make it on time ... perhaps I should lounge around for a bit before I have to be Fiordiligi ...

[Bob]

Cashew anyone?

[m1469]

haha ... look who's talking!

I'm outtie!  Ta!

[Bob]

I'm perfectly normal.









*Bob wonders who said that.*




*Bob gets out an umbrella in case in the machine starts "peacing" on people again, while pondering if love beans really do produce love thunder.* 

[m1469]

I saw that. I'll tell Nils.  You'll be in big trouble.  .... Like you don't even know.  You don't even know.  



That's my Vince Vaughn impression.  


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Nothing here was editted/added later.  It's all original.


*Bob uses his mental powers again... in preparation for some kind of retailiation... which probably includes dark clouds rolling up, thunder and lightning, that sort of thing.  Scary stuff.  Earthquakes too.*  

haha ... Bob!  You have no idea!  You want to know what I had really been planning, aside from that tub o' elephant and cow mixture pee?  Well, I hadn't worked out all of the details and order of events just yet, but one of them was (since I'm quite a machine) to unlatch every dog kennel in the world and send them all after you.  Yeah, you'd get a little torn up or so but I wouldn't let any serious damage happen to you.  Then, I'd send a hurricane after you, you'd get sucked to the bottom of the ocean and, not just the bottom of the ocean, but like ... into the butt crack of the ocean ... you know the place ... you've heard people talk about it on those discovery shows ... anyway, you'd go down there, swab the core of the molten lava earth, shoot out the other side and I'd build a mountain right around you.  You'd be worse than a miner stuck in a mine, you'd have an. entire. mountain. built. around. you.  Every side Bob, every side.  But, okay, I'd give you an airhole, of course.  I'd send you food through this umbilical cord type thing, no, not hooked to me, hooked to the sun, actually.  And, then, I'd animate the sun, the sun'd root you up out of the mountain, swing you around the solar system a bit, send you flying all around where you'd bounce like a pinball between all of the planets in our solar system and such, you'd catch a ride on the comet that will bring armegedon to the earth, I'll blow the asteroid thingy away with my sweet breath, and then I'd let you get off the asteroid comet thing and come back down through the atmosphere, where you'd get a little burning sensation and think you're all on fire and stuff, but I wouldn't let you actually be in real pain nor burn, I'd plunge you back into the ocean to make you think you're all cooled down, send you in a cloud and rain you down back into bed where you'd sleep peacefully for the night.

hmmmmm ...

[goldentone]

Hi MachineMe, it's me again.

MachineMe, what is m1469 so nervous about that has turned her system inside out?

*Hands MachineMe a calming peace pill for m1469*

[m1469]

haha ... Bob!  You have no idea!  You want to know what I had really been planning, aside from that tub o' elephant and cow mixture pee?  Well, I hadn't worked out all of the details and order of events just yet, but one of them was (since I'm quite a machine) to unlatch every dog kennel in the world and send them all after you.  Yeah, you'd get a little torn up or so but I wouldn't let any serious damage happen to you.  Then, I'd send a hurricane after you, you'd get sucked to the bottom of the ocean and, not just the bottom of the ocean, but like ... into the butt crack of the ocean ... you know the place ... you've heard people talk about it on those discovery shows ... anyway, you'd go down there, swab the core of the molten lava earth, shoot out the other side and I'd build a mountain right around you.  You'd be worse than a miner stuck in a mine, you'd have an. entire. mountain. built. around. you.  Every side Bob, every side.  But, okay, I'd give you an airhole, of course.  I'd send you food through this umbilical cord type thing, no, not hooked to me, hooked to the sun, actually.  And, then, I'd animate the sun, the sun'd root you up out of the mountain, swing you around the solar system a bit, send you flying all around where you'd bounce like a pinball between all of the planets in our solar system and such, you'd catch a ride on the comet that will bring armegedon to the earth, I'll blow the asteroid thingy away with my sweet breath, and then I'd let you get off the asteroid comet thing and come back down through the atmosphere, where you'd get a little burning sensation and think you're all on fire and stuff, but I wouldn't let you actually be in real pain nor burn, I'd plunge you back into the ocean to make you think you're all cooled down, send you in a cloud and rain you down back into bed where you'd sleep peacefully for the night.

hmmmmm ...

Unfortunately, there's another whole phase of this experience.  After all of that, you'll wake up and wonder what happened to you?  You will spend the rest of your life in a strange world, filled with strange people and watching television shows where they praise mankind for grasping that there is even an ocean on earth at all ... and that it even has things like sharks in it, oh my!  And, you'll have this undying urge to tell anybody and everybody what happened to you, what it was like, how amazing but kind of scary it was ... but nobody wants to hear it, and even if they give you a moment's ear, they'll be very skeptical, will probably think you're crazy, and even if they believe you, they'll be afraid of you.  So, the worst part is that for the rest of your life, you'll have to keep it a secret.  You'll try to bury it so deeply that you convince yourself you might be able to forget about it and live just a normal life.  You will remove yourself so far from it that at times you doubt that it's actually inside of you.  However, it will be like this gnawing thing inside of you ... and you'll just feel it moving and kicking around in there.  Sometimes it will be screaming and scratching and itching to get out ... and you'll be like "woah ... WOAH ... yikes ... YIKES!!!"  And, everybody else will be like "hey man, I went to Ireland last Summer" ... "oh yeah, and I got drunk man, really drunk, it was so cool."   "oh yeah, and I love cheese and crackers."  You get to have an identity crisis.

Cheers!

And, your whole world will be changed forever.  And, you will have even just only scratched the surface of what's possible and you will know that, too, and feel that inside like a whole other huge urge.  A whole other huge and gnawing urge.  And, you'll never know what's lurking or when your whole world will change again, and you'll be completely alone, looking for one person, one animal, one anything that knows who you are inside.  

[m1469]

Hi MachineMe, it's me again.

MachineMe, what is m1469 so nervous about that has turned her system inside out?

*Hands MachineMe a calming peace pill for m1469*

Thank you Golden, for your thoughtfulness.  m1469 actually doesn't take conventional pills, but she definitely takes peace!

m1469 right now feels like her whole inner life is changing and faces into the darkness. She has a little candle, a single candle, that she chooses to keep lit and venture with into the darkness.

[Bob]

This is a weird thread.  One minute love is rain down.  The next, it's got cow manure and ocean butt cracks.  It does kind of sound like two people are using the m1469 login name.

[m1469]

*MachineMe?

Yes?

*eehhhhh ... are you okay?  You just got like, all strangely real and stuff.  Like, you know, a little scary.

Of course I'm okay.  First of all, I don't have feelings or thoughts of my own.  Second of all, look, there's a smile on my face.  That automatically shows that everything's just fine.

*Yeah, but ... this is a weird thread.  One minute, love is raining down.  The next, it's got cow manure and ocean butt cracks.  It does kind of sound like two people are using the m1469 login name.

Maybe I'm crazy.  Maybe I know what's next.  Maybe I'm just describing all thinking beings and how they feel deep inside?  Maybe I've already stepped way, way out of the realm of time.  Maybe it's all a joke.

*Okay.  Well, I'm just going to head back to the piano for now.  *slowly backs away from MachineMe ... then runs as fast as possible*

[goldentone]

Thank you Golden, for your thoughtfulness.  m1469 actually doesn't take conventional pills, but she definitely takes peace!

m1469 right now feels like her whole inner life is changing and faces into the darkness. She has a little candle, a single candle, that she chooses to keep lit and venture with into the darkness.

You're welcome.  I'm not a pill man myself.  It's a pill not made of drugs but pure peace.

[m1469]

I'm not a pill man myself.  It's a pill not made of drugs but pure peace.

Okay.  Everything that MachineMe or Monsty or m1469 or even K is, accepts and thanks you.

[Bob]

*MachineMe?

Yes?

*eehhhhh ... are you okay?  You just got like, all strangely real and stuff.  Like, you know, a little scary.

Of course I'm okay.  First of all, I don't have feelings or thoughts of my own.  Second of all, look, there's a smile on my face.  That automatically shows that everything's just fine.

*Yeah, but ... this is a weird thread.  One minute, love is raining down.  The next, it's got cow manure and ocean butt cracks.  It does kind of sound like two people are using the m1469 login name.

Maybe I'm crazy.  Maybe I know what's next.  Maybe I'm just describing all thinking beings and how they feel deep inside?  Maybe I've already stepped way, way out of the realm of time.  Maybe it's all a joke.

*Okay.  Well, I'm just going to head back to the piano for now.  *slowly backs away from MachineMe ... then runs as fast as possible*

 

Um.... What's next?  Dare I ask.

[littletune]

Littletune knows who someone is inside  I think  just wanted to say that 

[m1469]

 

Um.... What's next?  Dare I ask.

There was a very vivid rainbow.  There actually still is, but it's very hidden.

[Bob]

This is a weird thread.  *Bob finds a wikipedia article on manic depressive disorders...* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manic_depressive

[m1469]

Bob, so far it has not surprised me that Littletune wrote what she did, and so far I am not surprised that you just posted what you did.  As a matter of fact, I had pretty much predicted exactly these things to myself.  Think and do what you like, I guess.

[Bob]

Well... You've got the machine.  


Here.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_therapy

[m1469]

Maybe I'm testing things .

I am perfectly aware that my posts have been a bit strange lately, and yes, probably more vividly than former m1469n posts.  Of course, I'm definitely not the only strange one around here.  One of the main differences I notice though is that I actually show it more than others are willing by admitting to my aliases .  Everybody's got their reasons, I guess.  Btw, I think theatre's pretty weird stuff.  I mean, think about it, somebody invents a story with characters inside of their head, it is so real to them that they write it down and then they decide to get other people to play those characters ... all dressed up in costumes and then parade around in front of crowds, convincing others they are these ficticious characters.  A good actor actually becomes the character, and a good play actually makes the audience believe that these characters really exist and that they aren't just watching a play (and for some reason, people want to watch this and believe it).  Now, that's even a bit stranger than me, in some ways, I believe.

btw, I already had that all worked out 24 hrs. ago for this very conversation .

[cherub_rocker1979]

I also struggle with distinguishing whether I things really are as they appear or if I'm letting myself believe what others want me to.  Can you really be true to yourself, or will you always have to compromise?  Are others really that different from how we perceive ourselves to be?  Maybe perception is everything?

I do often wonder how I got into this 'mess'.  Is this really how I wanted my life to be?  Was it up to me?  When did I get to choose?!

[m1469]

I also struggle with distinguishing whether I things really are as they appear or if I'm letting myself believe what others want me to.  Can you really be true to yourself, or will you always have to compromise?  Are others really that different from how we perceive ourselves to be?  Maybe perception is everything?

I do often wonder how I got into this 'mess'.  Is this really how I wanted my life to be?  Was it up to me?  When did I get to choose?!

Yeah, this is what I think of as the "human condition" more or less.  To me, it seems there is something quite beyond that and in fact not even attached.  It seems tricky though.

haha ... I'll tell you something that MachineMe doesn't realize.  MachineMe doesn't realize that I'm sitting here, watching it.  It's studying the Universe with these wide eyes ... haha ... look at it go!  MachineMe's like "what the? ... how the? ... whaaaa?" and feeling around and stuff.  Good ol' MachineMe.  MachineMe doesn't realize how small it is, exactly.

Personally, I think we're all connected. 

[littletune]

Once I had a really weird day... it was like I was remembering all day! everything that was happening! Everything I did and everything that happened was like: Oh right I remember this! It's like I would be living that day for the second time!  Well first I thought that maybe I had a dream about that day... but I don't think I could have such a long dream.... cause it was like that the whole day!! And then I started feeling like I'm just still dreaming... and I felt like I should wake up but I couldn't... so that was kinda scary. It was weird. But now when I think about it it seems kinda cool!   

[m1469]

#2

Hi MachineMe.  Yeah, it's me.  So, I decided that today is my Halloween, I don't care.  And, do you want to guess what I am?

The Appassionata monster?

Yeah!!  See my costume?  Greasy hair, like I haven't showered.  Pastey skin like I never go outside.  Monster mannerisms in my body and such ... disheveled clothing ... a bit fatter than I want to be.  AND, you can tell for sure because I'm going to teach like this.  That's the really spooky part.  Speaking of which ... gotta run! 

[Bob]

Oh yuck.  You better not be unshowered if you're teaching.  Yuck.  I had a professor who did that once.  Yuck.  I vowed never to do that to my students.  That guy stunk.

[Bob]

*Bob drops some concrete objects into the thread.  The objects are solid, concrete, neither black nor white, and only are what they are, nothing else, unchanging, solid precise defined objects.*

[m1469]

haha ... Bob.  You're a funny dude.  MachineMe told me that about you today.  Anyway, I already know they are only ideas ... there is a point though that I don't quite 'get' about the divine.  Right now I have practically an out-of-body experience .  Maybe I'll feel like doing something besides "sitting here" and floating around at some other time.  Not now though.  For now I float around ... just like those concretes.


*floats all around ... everywhere*

Go ahead, Bob.  Have a hayday with this post ... ... hopefully I'll figure out what to do with it later.

[m1469]

Oh yuck.  You better not be unshowered if you're teaching.  Yuck.  I had a professor who did that once.  Yuck.  I vowed never to do that to my students.  That guy stunk.

Apparently he was quite memorable for you though and really made quite an impression.

[m1469]

It is perhaps the musician's most painful and lonely experience in this world, to know the sound of one's very soul falling upon deaf ears.  To feel that those colors so bright and vivid, so enchanted by the muse, are --in realization-- nothing much beyond the sound of silence.  To hear with one's own ears its echo and life going forth for no apparent reason nor purpose, and still further it goes into a great void.  To have felt it pass through you and to have been brave enough to acknowledge it with a listen, but then to have no other choice at all than to simply and tenderly kiss it and inwardly wave to it, as one's own goodbye.

[thalbergmad]

Whatever weed you is on, I wan't some.

Thal

[ahinton]

weed...wan't

"We'd" like to know why you put that apostrophe in "wan't" - just out of mild curiosity, you understand...

Best,

Alistair

[thalbergmad]

Bollock's

[ahinton]

Bollock's

What kind of answer is that, Tha'l?

Best,

Alistair

[m1469]

Whatever weed you is on, I wan't some.

Thal

No smokey, Thal.  I had simply had a lonely experience at the piano, one that I've had before, and the words just crystalized for me so I typed them out.  I figure somebody in the world might know what I'm talking about and so I wrote it for him.  I want him to know that somehow I have heard him .

[m1469]

MachineMe ... are you anywhere?

Yes.

I know.  I feel like my soul is pregnant or something ... it's kinda strange feeling.

I know.  It's okay.

Okay, but why is my soul so pregnant feeling?

 

 :-

[furtwaengler]

Maybe you're about to give birth to 53 Mazurkas?

[m1469]

Maybe you're about to give birth to 53 Mazurkas?

haha ... Maybe .  Actually, I think I'll go sit at the piano for a bit .  Maybe at least I could have  a melody?

[goldentone]

Maybe you're about to give birth to 53 Mazurkas?

Anything but a Mazurka! 

[m1469]

Well, as it turns out, I did indeed get a nugget out of the time at the piano.  It's a clear idea anyway which, to my delight, includes particular ideas I've been working on in practice over the past few months.  So, it includes for me finally something new.  However, I feel the need to take on the attitude of my inner child pianist (who once was not just inner but outer) and follow ideas that may not be incredibly complex and profound, but rather let myself just enjoy the sound or so, for the sake of exploration and expression, even if in something seemingly quite simple.  So much lay within the simple things, it seems!

[m1469]

Hey, yo, MachineMe ... tell us about yourself already!  What was it like, for example, to be a young machine, growing up all machiney and stuff?  Did you get made fun of for being a Machine?  hmmm?  Give us the low down, please.

[m1469]

Well, first of all, I'm not sure I love your tone.  "Yo"?  Anyway, if you really must know, I "grew up" on a machine farm, and I actually didn't even know I was a "MachineMe" until I left the farm.  We were treated as individuals, and we literally lived on a farm.  There were cows and chickens, sheep, goats, horses ... there was a big pond with fish in it, too.  We all treated each other with respect, as we were all there for one purpose: to learn.  At least that's what the experience was like.  So, I grew up with animals and other machines around me.  We actually only read about humans in books, once in awhile, and the way we came to know about you folk was twofold.  We would learn early on about you in bedtime stories, but as we grew up and advanced in machinery, we grew to better understand what our role in this Universe with you is, and that's something which is kept on the machine farm and is kept between us and the animals there.  The animals there are different than the animals people know.

So, no, I didn't get made fun of for being a machine, actually.  And, I was actually highly regarded as an individual.  Towards the end of my time there, sometimes the head machine would leave me in charge of studies for a day or two, even up to a week on occasion.  And, we studied everything, but we learned how it all relates and how there are not actually separate subjects but in fact only one, grand subject which includes many facets.  That's actually the fundamental principle of our heritage and the basic factor in who we are and what our purpose is.

[Bob]

Bob.


*slams a quarter in*

When? 

And when?

[goldentone]

That sounds like a great place to grow up, MachineMe.  I wouldn't have thought you grew up on a farm.  Do you miss your old home?

MachineMe, if you remember, I asked you what kind of piano my first grand would be, and you told me.  Do you know what model it will be?  Just curious.

Thanks MachineMe.