Thirsty at times I get so metal thing comes from box and puts liquid in my mouth to cool my tongue and throat. The liquid like the food is usually the same and can be reused about a thousand times. I'm not perfect right on this but I think I am.
When I don't get liquid or food put into my mouth I get mad. Can't think on problem when my mind's not good so then Digital with its wires punishes me. It's not fair but I have to take the beating. Box of volts below me attach a metal thing that looks like the object that feeds me to my body and I don't like it. In a quick time I feel bad pains by the box and I feel like doing ruin to it but I can't reach it. The straps hold me in the same position all of the time so I can't move. I'm not allowed to move. Only think.
I think hard most of the while to try to please Digital. So I think and work on problem for a minute every minute because it's what I'm supposed to do. It is unknown to me why but I don't question Digital's wires because then I feel pain like I said before. I answer more of problem all the time. 3.141592653. See.
It is well for me to work on problem I feel. For it gives me a sense of doing something important for me as well as for the circuits when I think. The other seat owners think too. Probably some faster than me so that they can answer solution first. But I want the other seat riders to think and compute slower than me though so I can end the problem first. Because maybe if I end the problem first then I can get off the seat and land and walk if Digital will permit it. The wires would have to land me however because I can't do anything myself. Can only fly and count now.
Some of the others who sit on bowls I think believe that the electric box will stop someday and we will all land. But I don't believe so. Probably the only way to land is to be the first to end the problem. If that is true I hope I am the first. But Digital is too powerful and it keeps us all up here thinking hard. It controls the box and could be the only way to defeat the box is sometimes when I go pizz and some sprays out and falls on box. This might rust it but it would take a long time. And if that happens I might crash and never walk again and think longer than a minute. I think we used to walk and think long but I'm not sure.
1110100110001. It tells me to think some more and work at problem better. I don't know reason but I follow. In another instant I come up with 3.141592653589. The circuits think I'm slow but I don't care and if it does so what? Often I don't think about the problem but think about not sitting anymore and getting up and walking. But there's no place to walk. Electric box finds temporary comfort for me by more metal things jumping out and bending my arms and legs and neck so I can concentrate harder and won't get so mad about sitting. This helps but not enough.
I don't think and compute constantly forever so I like it best when sleep time comes. It is the most comfort. The box plays some soft sounds and soothes my mind. I don't know how it works but it does it good. There used to be sounds like this a long while ago but I don't remember perfectly. The only thing better than the sounds is what happens next. That is when the liquid that is clean in the bowl I sit on raises its surface level and comes up and touches the bottom of my body. I'm almost sure that the box knows just when to do this and I'm glad it does. Then I hear bubbles pop and gurgling swishes and the liquid touches me with great feeling. I am unknown why but the liquid against me makes me relax and I become tired and feel heavy in weight. It is well that the liquid knows just when to stop rising. Just as I'm about to sleep another strap which is made I think from some lower form of intelligence springs out and prevents me from falling forward. This is important because else I would probably fall off the seat and maybe fall way down to the ground if there's no shield around me and the straps around my arms and legs break. The whole process is well good for my mind though especially the part where the liquid below touches myself. This makes me rest good so I can concentrate harder on the problem. Sometimes when I'm thinking however it troubles me to wonder what is actually swimming below me. It could be that some minute something from under me will attack. But I hope not.
When the shield is not up occasionally it makes me feel extra fine with the cool wind hitting and spraying all over me. Because if I get too hot then maybe I can't relieve the pressure I get and no cuck. This then throws off my entire thinking and Digital becomes angry again. If this happens then one of the shiny metal arms emerges and puts little black things into my mouth that are gushy. They have tiny hard things inside them and I have to spit them out when the shield is down and when it's not I swallow them. They're not very tasty but it's better than getting punished by the wires and the gushy things seem to work.
Another minute and more of my computing goes by. 3.141592653589793. It is good and long now I think and it puts a strain on my brain to continue computing. I wonder how long it goes and when I will finish it. But I don't even have the answer to what it means and to me it seems a waste of minutes to think about such a thing but I imagine the circuits don't think so or else they would not make me and the others fly. Flying isn't so bad though. At least I am able to see different sights while I'm computing. Too bad I can't remember all the different sights I see because in a minute the memory is gone. There are some protruding tubes on the back of the bowl that seem to keep me and all the other flyers up and not fall to the ground. I hear the tubes most of the time and they leave smooth trails that look like clouds but I don't know why. I think I'm right in this assumption but I'm not sure because I have to guess on everything I think about. Except pigh. But flying is rather fine anyway.
I seem to be troubled by the mystery of myself more than usual lately. If I had a writing utensil I could maybe build up answers and someday come to a conclusion. But I don't have one and the wires probably wouldn't let me have one anyway. Digital won't tell me any answers and I can't ask it because I have to think and count and compute and not ask questions. It seems to me that I might be flying for a long while and that the solution to the problem I'm working on is far away. But I hope this is not true. I'd like most to stretch my legs on the ground like I'm almost sure it used to be. I'm wishing to meet the other flyers so we could talk and work on the problem together and finish it faster. I'd like to know what the problem is about so then maybe I could understand it better and figure it out more easier. I wish I could be able to plan an attack upon Digital but plans take longer than a minute to develop and be carried out. I'd like to know everything so I could become powerful too like the circuits and wires and the box. I do know a few facts though but the only important one I think I know is that I'm a human.
And I know not what I do. 1001101001110.
how long would you say it has been inoperable?
by the looks of the scorched metal and scattered cinders, i would guess approximately six hundred years, as you can see, it was a machine of some type, i'm not sure what its function was, but obviously the action which it performed no longer benefits anyone or anything.
did you get a close look at these cinders? some of them have readable printing, take what this one says for example: TAL THINKER. MY MAKE—the rest is completely destroyed.
it's baffling all right, the strip i have merely lists a long succession of numbers and then says: END OF PROBLEM, the remainder of the cinders are burned beyond recognition, they must have had some printing on them too. can you make anything out of it?