>>6106848>>6106905>>6107248>Ask Knape about Doug“It’s not Doug it’s Dug” and then Knape launches into a dense dialectic on John Conway’s “The Game of Life” and abiogenesis and Dug’s exciting potential as a legal loophole in the anti-AGI legislation that was holding back “a digital rapture and our right to expedite our inevitable defeat against entropy” He talks about mirrors. About the dissolution of social media as a means of expression once it had reached a point of perfection that rendered it all recursive and uninteresting. “Not even narcissist’s liked looking in the mirror anymore–what they craved was a new kind of reflection” Dug was to be the first organically evolved AGI and if all things went well he would reach a point resembling a cro magnon within the week. But this passion project had left Knape a manic and paranoid mess, and I admit, it both comforted and unnerved me when he unveiled this level of self awareness. Knape was halfway through drawing a diagram that would supposedly make all of the muddied tangents clear and connected when some semaphores lit up in an opaline line and lit up some security monitors. A couple of COGI agents had congregated outside holding out notepads and one feeling for his flaregun.
Knape nervously pushed down on the intercom:
“Hello Knape’s Tapes. We are currently closed for maintenance please come back another time”
The COGI agents voice came through sounding like a scrambled up toy keyboard
“We are looking for one “Aster Punig” in relation to an incident at Cupid-IT Apartment Block #34”
Knape turns to me and then looks up at Dug holding a degausser and a look a few minutes away from resignation.
“Aster? You brought them here? What are they even talking about”
“I can explain that later but right now:
>We’re going to have to find a way out of here and quick>I’m going to talk to them outside while you hide what needs to be hidden>We are going to have to fight our way out>I’m having a panic attack >We are going to have to use Dug>Something else 