a psychological hack

a psychological hack

That's what loki had said, but the words' meaning hadn't sunk into mind until now. most buildings in this world weren't created to communicate anything. They hardly were designed to even accomadate the tasks for which humans planned them. There were all these regulations that they placed on what was and wasn't allowed in the construction of these buildings. Of course the regulations were only enforced in some cases, for instance when a house was sold or purchased or built. So there were times when a house was created under one set of rules that could no longer be constructed in the same way in the world it found itself. aditionally there were places that allowed for less strict rules, and if you have enough money of course you can break whatever rules you want. That's the shit that brings the rage so she tried not to think about that specific part, there was no point in just getting mad.

Walking through the open air market, she felt like this could be described as a kind of cathedral. It was a massive laberynth tight congested almost clostrophobic. it wasn't a cathedral in the standard sense, but that's only because the traditional idea required 3 dimentional structure.

This was a 2D structure with extremely high surface area rather than a 3d one with huge volume. She didn't get lost in this place dispite how large it was. There was so much data, there were all these people selling so many wares of different kind, this place had only shoes and that place shirts with prints, electronics and tools. There was some amount of seperation, for convinience of all it made sence to keep food items in one general section and hardware for construction in another. But instead of hard divisions it was more like a gradient, and between them you might find someone selling kitchen equipment and vegitables, or powertools and seeds. each specific little unit was run by one or two people and most were specific enough to be memorable as landmarks for navigation. paths were organic rather than something like a grid, generally the larger the pathway the more places it went. It was natural and efficent, with little thought about aesthetics. That in itself was a nice aesthetic of clutter and noise.

it was a cathedral.

it communicated to her.

It spoke of a freedom of cooperation.

It was also a harsh place. just having a shop there meant nothing for having sales. There were plenty of other places with similar is things.

However most places were only open for the first half of the day, so it was possible to potentially rely on that, if needed.

But if the things you had to sell weren't something that people needed, why be there? That's not unsensable of course. reality is not such a place where just because you want something to exist a place will be made for it. That place has to be fought for to be secured. And there has to be some kind of benifit for it to be sustainable.

She mused on this not really knowing what kind of thing she could bring to the table in such a place. She had skills of some kinds but just because she possessed powers others lacked didn't mean those powers were needed. They weren't. They hadn't been needed in a long time. Some others who had similar powers combined theirs to create systems which allowed everyone without those powers access to them in limited use, the limit was beyond her current ability but somewhat parrallel to her aesthetic and moral choices. That didn't matter what mattered to her is that while she could become better, and had known it for a long time, she viewed it as a cognative dead end. In order to make it something worthwhile it needed something more than what she could make it. In the end those skills were little more than a toy on a shelf. She in essence was similar. a novelty, a gag. That was something that people wanted to have around on occasion of course but it's somewhat annoying to allow ones existance to become such a thing.

She had been walking in this place people all around her scurrying from one place to another, shouting for this or that, She remained detached from it and somewhat anonomous. Not that she didn't stick out for her pecularity in this region. She was taller by 10 cm than the men in the area and stood much taller than the women, especially the older women who through hard labor had become bent and hunched over. her vantage over the people allowed her to see a bit more and she was thankful for that. But she had a sense of invisibility because the people had things they were busy doing. they didn't pay her any mind and went along their way. This was her preference anyway. She didn't like it when the shop keepers attempted to get her attention, to cause her to look this way or that. She liked to see things, "Have you catalogued everything" one store owner had said one time to her. She hadn't catalogued anything, but she kinda wished that she had the means to, some things deserved to be preserved. she had a paranoia about data just disappearing or being removed. object permanence was something that worked as a human scale idea but her mind was aware of time tables far exceeding the dim human view, and on those scales there was no such idea as object permanence.

she went up some stairs into a building and the walkway opened into a wider corridor. This place was on the whole a different beast, nothing like that bazzaar. it was open spacious, ineffecient - no that's not quite it. The effeciency metric was the wrong one to use here. it was attempting to communicate something different. It was trying to tell her how small she was. How much bigger and more important whatever this place was. she she arrived at the top of the stairs, essentially alone now, she turned and entered a gigantic auditorium. There were at least 100 rows of seating below her and much more above, and no less than 200 seats in each column. the size of the space, the walls the floors, the seats themselves, dwarfed her. she felt nausious and found herself an empty seat and sat down. How could such a space exist? it wasn't that the space was unusual or strange, it wasn't. it was a cathedral, a message, a thought given physciality for some purpose.

that purpose may be to tell the masses "look how big and powerful we are together" or "look at how much power i have" or "the arts are this big" She couldn't know, without finding the historical record the who's and why's. But the physical fact remained. there was no denying the structure. It was it's own justification. the memetic imagry that adorned walls and ceiling spoke of creation and destruction, of beauty mostly but there were some dark truths there as well. The natural world was depicted as well as the heavens above. the depths below were notably absent. there were hanging light fixtures which appeared to defy gravity, giant things suspended above, like stars in the firmament, and somewhat terrifying, almost a haughty defiance of physics itself. there were others coming in now and also sitting down though she didn't know why or what for.

She had been drawn here.

music playing. seeing people she knew from long ago, but they didn't recognize her "there is no longer any doubt of appearances" single file through the curtain, cutting off bracelette on left hand with knife to go back 10 years.

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