Call of Akasha
Debugger's Monologue
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uglykiki
12.08.2022
I often find myself troubleshooting and debugging in this vast universe.
While investigation and conducting research are certainly part of my job, more often than not, discovering problems that others overlook or cannot solve constitutes the majority of my work.
As the Deputy Investigator on the spacecraft, I prefer wandering from corner to corner, chatting with the younger generations, and learning about their stories and motivations. Usually, when they hear that I am the deputy officer, a hint of surprise appears on their faces, soon becoming acknowledgment. "So, she is like what folks described..." or "Is she this kind person?"
At the same time, I discreetly approached overheated machinery, gesturing with my hands, and softly calling, "Ice!" The machinery gradually cools down. "That should do it, right? Keep up the good work, everyone!" As I finished, I saw others expressing surprise and joy. The moment the problem is solved, what I anticipate the most is seeing everyone relieved. I know in that instant, everyone always becomes remarkably free.
The back half of the spacecraft is inside a giant asteroid, functioning as the information center, a sustainable library, or database of this universe. Compared to troubleshooting, investigation is a more challenging task for me. Discovering something never found before is as difficult as creating a diamond in the empty air. Everywhere in this asteroid is filled with pitted ores that may seem scattered, broken, and, to be honest, ugly at first glance. But soon I realized, a vast amounts of unknown, undefined, but fun information is hidden within every inch of the rough surface. Yes, fun, maybe.
If every inch of this big rock were to be thoroughly investigated, it would likely take billions of years for we [[Debuggers]] to learn, absorb, and understand this amount of information.
The spacecraft makes a sharp turn again, the bright light outside the window suddenly extinguished and interrupted my thinking. The mysterious inside of the asteroid reveals a hint of strangeness after losing the illumination.
Do you see it? We have just approached the sun and then flew away from it.
Inside the spacecraft, time occasionally feels incredibly slow. Especially when my body, through random falls and dizziness, reminds me of its struggling existence, I often wonder if it will take us hours to reach another galaxy.
However, when I tuned the spacecraft as my inside, as part of me, as those breathing organs, I could tell we were traveling at a speed of hundreds of thousands of years per second.
For those who are limited by time, whether it passes quickly or slowly, it may be equally painful to live with.
One day, after finding the ashes of that abandoned woman on a far, towering cliff, I released them without hesitation, letting them blend with the air like a flowing ink painting. The remaining ashes, almost none, sank into the air, and just in seconds, her memories sealed on the mountain for hundreds of years finally disappeared.
Existing in time, whether fast or slow, is equally painful.
"Small act, but at least we can let them rest," I often say to my bewildered subordinates.
Outside the spacecraft, moments have passed through many scenes over millennia, with heart-wrenching scripts, tragic plots, and ordinary gossip. Sometimes, we play the roles ourselves, but more often, our people are mere spectators.
And sometimes, many forget that the end is just the end. No rolling credits, no sequels, and no easter eggs after the final scene. Shattered souls walk off the stage, still broken-hearted.
Only the end. Nothing left.
Collecting these fragments of those souls and analyzing them has become our hobby outside the spacecraft. However, if you ask if we feel any compassion, most of us would likely answer: "Compassion doesn't work in a realm without linear time."
After removing the faulty soul fragments, collecting the necessary information, like merely flipping pages, we once again become the consciousness mercenaries of the universe, continuing the next phase of observation, debugging, and correcting.
"Do you also know everything?" I quietly float in the dark and eerie inside of the asteroid, watching the crystal shards with emotionless claws and teeth, seemingly multiplying as I ponder. The color of the woman's ashes, once as stubborn, as quiet, as dark as the large stone in front of me, now I know they faded calmly like drying inks, leaving only traces that shimmer in the faint light.
Light once again unexpectedly shines in. "Are we arriving at the next location?"
除錯者的自白
我太常在宇宙間除錯與校正了。
當然偵查也是我工作的一環，然而更多時候，發現那些別人不在意、無法解決的問題，更佔了我大部分的工作內容。
作為船艦上的調查副官，其實我更喜歡的是到各個角落走走，與新世代們閒話家常，了解他們的故事以及起源。通常他們聽見我是副官時會顯露一絲驚訝，隨即轉為認同。「原來真的跟傳說中的一樣……。」、「副官真的是這樣的人呢…..」
在此同時，我悄悄走到過熱的機械旁用雙手比劃，輕聲說了一聲「冰！」，機械便逐漸冷卻下來。「這樣應該就沒事了吧？大家繼續加油吧！」我話一說完，只見旁人又露出驚訝的欣喜的神情。除錯的工作完成時，我最期待的就是看見大家如釋重負的樣子。那瞬間，每個人總是變得十分自由。
船艦的後半部是隕石的內部，這是資訊中心，可以理解為巨大的圖書館或是資料庫。比起除錯，偵查其實是更為困難的工作。要發現從來都不曾發現過的東西，就像是從空氣中發現鑽石一樣困難。這裡到處都布滿是坑坑洞洞的礦石，乍看之下破碎醜陋，但所有的細節及紋理間都隱藏著許多不可知的資訊。
要是每一寸土都經過詳細的調查，恐怕這些資訊量需要耗時幾億年才能被吸收理解的吧？
船艦再次顫顫的拐了一個大彎，窗外的亮光倏忽熄滅，原本已經十分神祕的隕石內部，在失去的光的照射後，透露出些許的詭異感。
我們剛經過太陽又遠離太陽。
在船艦內部偶爾會感覺時間過得十分的慢。尤其是，當我的身體經由跌倒、暈眩來告訴我祂的存在時，我常常覺得我們是否得花費幾小時才能到達另一個星系群。
然而，當船艦成為我的內部時，我們正以一秒幾萬年的速度飛速旅行著。
對於那些受時間所限制的人來說，不論是時間進行的快或慢，或許都同樣痛苦。
某天，我在杳無人煙的巍峨懸崖上找到那名女子的骨灰後，毫不猶豫隨風將之釋放，如水墨畫一般，所剩無幾的灰，沉甸甸融進空氣中，不過幾秒鐘的時間，被封存在高山上幾百年的記憶，轉瞬消失。
存在之於時間，不論快或慢，都是同等痛苦。
「至少我們還能讓祂們安息。」我常得對著困惑不解的下屬說。
在船艦外的時刻，千年間流轉許多幕話劇，有著撕心裂肺的腳本、慘絕人寰的劇情、也有著平凡無奇的絮語。有時候，我們親身扮演其中的角色，更多時候，我們只是作為觀眾看著。
也有時候，許多人忘記the end就只是the end。沒有片尾彩蛋，沒有續集，破碎的靈魂走出舞台，仍然心碎不已。
回收這些失落在各地的靈魂碎片並加以分析，成了我們在船艦外的樂趣。若是你問我們可曾出自於一絲憐憫？恐怕大部分會這樣回答：「憐憫在沒有時間規範的場域起不了作用。」
在移除錯誤的靈魂碎片，收集完必要的資訊後，一轉念我們再次成了宇宙的意識傭兵，繼續下一段的觀測、除錯與校正。
「祢們是否也知曉一切？」我靜靜的浮在黑暗詭譎的隕石內部，看著張牙舞爪的晶石碎片，似乎在我沉思的時候祂們又增生不少。那名女子的骨灰顏色，也曾如同我眼前的這塊大石頭一樣的頑固、黝黑。然而，當生命如同水墨隨著空氣乾涸時，只剩下能順著微光閃耀的墨跡。
光，又再次猝不及防的照耀進來。
「下一個地點到了嗎？」
Ca
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