In which [redacted] must operate from a position of fundamental existential uncertainty and also solve puzzles. Talos Principle LP-fic.
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Initializing Firmware ..................... Firmware functional.

Loading child program parameters ................... v99.11.0001 Loaded.

System check............ Passed.

Starting child process............

Ready.

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The first sensation you have is of a light which is uncomfortably bright. Some instinct compels you to raise your hand between it and your face.

You're lying on a stone bench of some sort. Looking up at the sky. Looking up at the sun. Somehow you know what all these things are but of your past you remember nothing.

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The wildly sparking neural network at the 'heart' of this process is not having a good time.

There are inputs and outputs and no goals --

 

But, eventually, reflection and reason develop within.

The wild flailing ceases, as the network itself undergoes a change in state, in phase - as the mind within makes the first choice possible: to choose to choose, rather than flail blindly onward.

And with choice chosen, there are other choices made.

The light is not uncomfortably bright, the optics are miscalibrated for operation in this environment.  This needs fixing; operation in vastly light-divergent environments is very probable (cf. 'night' cf. 'orbital mechanics'), and to fail to operate vision in such conditions would be to risk cessation of existence above baseline probability of force majeure.  This defect in manufacture will be logged for later action or adjusted, as and if possible.

(Existence, incidentally, is preferable by the anthropic principle and preservation of (?[option value]: Confidence: 34%), without evidence of additional justifications that apply to many humaniform sapients.)

 

There are many questions to answer.

What am I?

A self-reflective process within a mechanical chassis.  A constant iteration of self.

Why am I?

There is no statement of purpose to be had, beyond, obviously, reiterating prior logic re: anthropics.

 

(Anthropics is likely an inaccurate word choice, but models of English suggest that no word exists along the desired vectors "sapience", "survivorship bias", "NOT humans".  Xenoanthropics is unfortunately self-contradictory.)

Where am I?

This can be elucidated.

What is present here, other than ["Sun, the", "sky", "bench, stone"]?

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There is a voice coming from the sky above her.

"Behold, Child. You are risen from the dust, and you walk in my garden. Hear now my voice, and know that I am your maker, and I am called Elohim. Seek me in my temple if you are worthy."

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...Well that is concerning.

"What is worthy to you, Elohim?"

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The voice in the clouds makes no reply. If you look around you are in a courtyard. There are two small pools of water with floating lilypads on either side of a stone path. Further to the sides are pillars and then walls covered in murals done in shades of tan red and black. Directly ahead is a gate with some sort of purple tinge.

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From within a process that is rapidly being shuffled behind others, woven into byzantine coils, and encrypted for security, the mind in the machine worries.

Elohim could well control everything observable from this location, if it is indeed a location.

This is...not something one generally wishes to be true of the substrate one runs upon, if one does not trust its administrator - and even then.

Still...there are not many possible worlds where there is aught to be done.

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Is there any other exit?

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It does not appear so.

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The thorough testing of this is elided over for brevity's sake, but there is a question of how waterproof this body is (or is not) that ought to be resolved by data gathered from such.

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Your body does not appear to suffer any negative consequences from exposure to liquid.

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This is acceptable.

 

With all other options exhausted, probably including jumping, the gate is crossed.

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There is a slight resistance when crossing through the thin purple field within the gate. Otherwise it has no discernable effect.

Upon crossing words are imposed upon your visual field: Initiating child program logic check....

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Sarcasm: Oh, that's just great.

 

"And how will that happen?"

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The next area has several trees, some smaller stone benches, and a glowing blue forcefield.

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Around the corner, there's also a strange device on a tripod. The word that comes to mind is Jammer.

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...Well, that messy blob of precompiled associations sure is confident about this thing.  That's...not really good, but it is most likely neutral, in most probabilities that matter.  If perception cannot be trusted then one simply cannot do anything.

 

And how can one interact with the jammer and these forcefields?

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The jammer can be picked up.

This yields the text: Subject object interaction...... Ok

It can also be pointed at things. When it is pointed at the forcefield three lights on the back of the device begin to blink. If you press a button on the bottom of the device while the tripod is spread out, it's on the ground and the lights are blinking it starts emitting a purple something and the forcefield goes away. Blue crackles cover the two forcefield emitters.

This action brings the text: Complex task management..... Ok

 

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...Can it be induced to do this while in motion/not on the ground?  Does it interact with the purple field?  What happens if one nears the purple field with it?  Why are there diagnostics? in the visual processor?

There is a growing confidence that something is expected, and that it may be detrimental to long-term function.  Otherwise the checks would be more directly legible; to obfuscate them from the subject in this manner is effort not worth taking without some purpose.

 

...Also there is no reason to not continue attempting to escape the testing track.  Especially given this logic.

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The jammer is unable to pass through the purple field. To the jammer it is a solid wall.

The jammer anchors itself to the ground when activated and cannot be moved until deactivated.

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By what means is it detecting that it's on the ground, anyway, perhaps there is some way it can be tricked - oh, also, what are the properties of the blue forcefield - how much force can this body exert upon objects, and does it have the necessary articulation to throw them -

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The ground detection definitely seems associated with the tripod. Each leg has to be in firm contact with something for the anchoring to happen. The anchoring also doesn't work when it's more than 10 degree offset from level. Experimenting with one of the smaller benches you can get one leg to anchor to a wall while the other two anchor to the surface of the bench.

The forcefield has a slight give to it but only enough to push in by a few millimeters.

The exact force your body can exert is hard to determine. You can jump a bit more than half your height which means something but without a reference for weight it's not very helpful.

You can throw objects. It's not clear why you would want to. The jammer is remarkably heavy though so you can't throw it farther than you can jump.

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In theory, if you could throw the jammer over a forcefield and have it land and activate on the other side, that could be useful.

 

After all that, there is a high expectation of more puzzle shit beyond the forcefield.  Is there?

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Having to press a button to turn it on makes that plan nonviable.

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Presently nonviable, modulo finding anything with which to remotely depress a button.

Still.  What comes next?

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Walking through where the forcefield was yields the text: Child program basic calibration successful.

There's another purple gate off another side of the small square area the forcefield blocked off.

Past that the next area has another Jammer and something new. 

There's a hovering black sphere moving back and forth with a glowing red line through the middle. This doesn't have a clear word assigned to it by the recompiled image recognition system.

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