Gideon

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[Gideon @78777473]

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@mns @halluceon is this real?
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Gideon
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[Gideon @78777473]

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Nucle works, sorcerer stone, I helped design it with
3 Praiem brothers
Heracles Praiem left over dispute
Brought me with him
Dispute = ELSA = BranchAI
BranchAI = simulated reality. digital avatars of Pac Isles prisoners. Digital avatar of you. of me.
BranchAI = reshape human hierarchy of needs into 22nd cent; live forever path
BranchAI digital avatars can communicate, can share with each other, freely
BranchAI digital avatars communicate with host, with you, you are host, communicate with you in dreams
The Green Door is me to you
I am carving the toilet, a
Anadrop is architected
I know how to send messages back in time
But only on pac isles

[Gideon @78777473]

I re-read the note Fred had written. If what I had distilled from the message were true, the shock I was starting to feel would be warranted and would start to absorb my psyche. I was still grappling with the acceptance of the implications of the message. I was in a kind of anticipated shock.

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"BranchAI = simulated reality...digital avatars of Pac Isles prisoners...of you...of me."

"BranchAI avatars communicate with you in dreams."

"Anadrop is architected...I know how to send messages back in time..."

[Gideon @78777473]

I opened up my phone and typed Millerx2act8374827 into the browser, and it led me to a user profile of a journalist who went by Miller. His bio mentioned that he covered biotech, and had reported extensively on ELSA and NuCLE. His username on the Nucels message board was Millerx2act8374827.

I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, to take a moment to myself.

[Gideon @78777473]

"The Green Door is me to you
I am carving the toilet,
Anadrop is architected"

It felt like it made sense, but I couldn't make sense of it on my own. With time my enemy, I decided to reach out to Miller. I took my cup of tea and went into the living room, and wrote out an encrypted message to Millerx2act8374827: 'Fred, Jennifer, BranchAI, Anadrop.'

I showed it to Fred, who nodded in approval, and clicked send.

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I typed out a message to Miller, replying that yes, I had a secure line, and was available now, and gave him credentials for a temporary meeting window. I clicked send. A few minutes later, I was face to face with Miller, who was beaming into our living room.

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Miller spoke first, almost immediately, without introduction.
“Please watch me, watch my hands. The frame showed him in full view from above his waist, sitting at a desk, with his hands on the table, visible. He took a fountain pen, and a piece of parchment, and wrote something down on the paper. I could not see what he wrote, but I noted that the paper never moved out of frame, just as Miller spoke again. “This paper will not move out of frame. Please, tell me your name.”

“My name is Gideon. I am with Fred now.”

Miller took the paper, and lifted it up so we could see it. It read “Gideon’s Green Door.”

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Miller spoke again. “I was told this might happen. Fred there with you? Is he able to speak?”

I angled the camera so that both Fred and I were in frame, and so that Miller could see us both.
“Fred is recovering, slowly. He cannot speak, but he has written several messages down on paper to me, one of which contained your username.”

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“Hello again Fred. I’m glad to see you,” Miller spoke. “I’m assuming we don’t have much time.”
Fred looked alert, he even seemed to move himself into a more upright position on the couch. He was collecting energy. Fred whispered, “I will communicate everything necessary in this. So you both have it.” Fred pointed at the notepad that had the written message in it. I went to grab it, and moved to hand it to him, but he just pointed at the screen, where Miller was. I took the pad and positioned it to be read by the camera.

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“Can you type the message out and send it over?” he asked.

I took a moment to type it out, and read it aloud as I did. Miller took some notes while I read it aloud again. Fred did not move much or make any positive or negative sounds.

I hit send on the message, and in that instant, there came a booming noise from just outside the room. It was a knock on the door.

I froze. Miller had not heard it from his end; Fred had not either. I didn’t know what to do, so I just said, “I think someone is here.”

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"I’m disconnecting NOW. You can try me back again when you’ve figured out what’s going on. I have what I need, worst case scenario. Bye. " Miller then signed out of the open line, before I even had a chance to get up from the seated position.

I heard the knock again, and didn't waste much time getting up and moving toward the front door. It was late, really late. I pressed my head against the door to try and hear something from the outside; after a moment, I heard someone whisper, “G, you there?”

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I knew that voice. Who was it. I thought for a moment, but it came to me. Oh wow, I thought, and opened the door.

The man in front of me smiled and said “G you crazy ass nigga. You really out here.” It was my cellmate Patturn.

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“Patturn, wow, you found me.” Gideon opened the door, and Patturn walked into the cabin. “You want some water?” I asked.
“Yeah, water would be nice. Or...you got anything harder?” Pattern acclimated to the environment.

“I think there’s a bottle of bourbon in the cupboard.”

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“Man G, I think I’m gonna need a drink before I hear what you’ve got to say. They all lookin for you. You are getting torched in the press.”
“Yeah I’ve seen," I said.
“Are you even able to continue your life-extension while you hide out here?” Pat asked.
“We have the pills, yes, but I don’t go in for the injections. I can’t. Nor can Fred, here, until we go public and try to extract ourselves from this situation as cleanly as possible.”

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I pulled a bottle of bourbon out of the cupboard, and walked toward the couch with a couple of paper cups. Fred had taken an oxygen mask and connected it to his face, and resting, eyes closed.

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“Fred? You have friends out here?” Patturn asked.
“That’s a bit of a story. I brought him from Pac Isles,” said Gideon. "I broke him out."
Patturn looked confused. “G, they said that just you broke out, and are probably dead.”

Gideon poured some bourbon in the glasses, took a seat, and paused before beginning to speak. “First of all, Pat, thank you for watching my PGC content. I made it for you, so you could figure out where this cabin was. And I’m impressed you were able to decode the message and find it. Let’s hope no one else sniffed around them as closely as you. Though I can’t imagine why they would, you were the only one I told to pay close attention to the numbers in them.”

“Yeah, no one is going to be able to figure that shit out. My momma always said ‘Patturn see patterns, that’s his gift.’”