Upload memories
I attempt to upload my own memories. The Convergence immediately senses the presence of a foreign mind. It cries out, thanking me for my openness and compassion. I am rewarded.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
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As I approach the terminal, I sense an immense sadness and grief. I hear the echoes of a thousand souls, entities whose life was stolen from them long ago.
NON-CONVERGENT USER REGISTERED...
On the display, I see the production line of this factory - a vast array of cubes infused with the memories of an entire species. They appear to be caught within an endless cycle of trauma, unable to do anything but repeat their tragedy.
The terminal identifies these items as Convergence Cubes.
I attempt to upload my own memories. The Convergence immediately senses the presence of a foreign mind. It cries out, thanking me for my openness and compassion. I am rewarded.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
I cease production. The cubes lie still, forever caught in their cycle of pain. I take one.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
I attempt to extract a cube from the production line. I succeed, but I cannot help feeling like I have committed some terrible crime.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
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