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I?see?the?player?you?mean.[Playername]?Yes.?Take?care.?It?has?reached?a?higher?level?now.?It?can?read?our?thoughts.That?doesnt?matter.?It?thinks?we?are?part?of?the?game.I?like?this?player.?It?played?well.?It?did?not?give?up.It?is?reading?our?thoughts?as?though?they?were?words?on?a?screen.That?is?how?it?chooses?to?imagine?many?things,?when?it?is?deep?in?the?dream?of?a?game.Words?make?a?wonderful?interface.?Very?flexible.?And?less?terrifying?than?staring?at?the?reality?behind?the?screen.They?used?to?hear?voices.?Before?players?could?read.?Back?in?the?days?when?those?who?did?not?play?called?the?players?witches,?and?warlocks.?And?players?dreamed?they?flew?through?the?air,?on?sticks?powered?by?demons.What?did?this?player?dream?This?player?dreamed?of?sunlight?and?trees.?Of?fire?and?water.?It?dreamed?it?created.?And?it?dreamed?it?destroyed.?It?dreamed?it?hunted,?and?was?hunted.?It?dreamed?of?shelter.Hah,?the?original?interface.?A?million?years?old,?and?it?still?works.?But?what?true?structure?did?this?player?create,?in?the?reality?behind?the?screen?It?worked,?with?a?million?others,?to?sculpt?a?true?world?in?a?fold?of?the?[scrambled],?and?created?a?[scrambled]?for?[scrambled],?in?the?[scrambled].It?cannot?read?that?thought.No.?It?has?not?yet?achieved?the?highest?level.?That,?it?must?achieve?in?the?long?dream?of?life,?not?the?short?dream?of?a?game.Does?it?know?that?we?love?it??That?the?universe?is?kind?Sometimes,?through?the?noise?of?its?thoughts,?it?hears?the?universe,?yes.But?there?are?times?it?is?sad,?in?the?long?dream.?It?creates?worlds?that?have?no?summer,?and?it?shivers?under?a?black?sun,?and?it?takes?its?sad?creation?for?reality.To?cure?it?of?sorrow?would?destroy?it.?The?sorrow?is?part?of?its?own?private?task.?We?cannot?interfere.Sometimes?when?they?are?deep?in?dreams,?I?want?to?tell?them,?they?are?building?true?worlds?in?reality.?Sometimes?I?want?to?tell?them?of?their?importance?to?the?universe.?Sometimes,?when?they?have?not?made?