<< BACK TO RS001 LOG Would you believe it? I made a friend. I know, I know. "Melvin, you have lots of friends," but it's been really tough to meet new people since the whole body going away thing. At first I was trapped in a sort of reverse solipsism, "what if I'm not real?" Then I was going through the 13 stages of grief and hunger. (I'll be honest, I think I'm still around step eight or nine.) There was also that period of crying for help that you may recall from a while back. OH, and the counting phase… Regardless, I'm happy to report that I'm not the only disembodied floating presence in the universe. There's at least three others I've encountered and one of them doesn't want to eat me. Things are looking up! My new friend has no name, so I've just decided to call him Bruce. Of course Bruce has no gender either since he's got the whole no-body situation going on. I figure since he's going to be misgendered no matter what pronouns I use I may as well pick something cool. Bruce is cool. Bruce is like water. Did you get the reference? I was quoting Bruce Lee. Or making a reference to Bruce Lee at least. I don't think he talked about himself in the third person. Hrm, should I start talking about myself in the third person? That seems like the sort of thing Melvin would do once he had no body. Nah, now I sound pompous. Bruce was like water when I met him in that he sort of flowed and oozed all around my presence. I think he even oozed through it. Oozing is a pretty watery thing, right? Maybe gushing is a better word, but it wasn't fast to my sensation of time. Arguably, that's not much to judge by. Part of me still feels like I have a toe in time but just barely. It's probably this QEC link now that I think about it. The other side of the link is somewhere in time, so this side has to be, right? Or at least that's how I think it works. Hey, there's smart goofuses out there! I saw one guy--Tom, I think--who made his own QEC. Maybe he can chime in here. Hey Tom, how does this work, anyway? If I have no body how am I talking? Am I talking? Am I just wiggling qbits with my non-brain? Hmmm. Back to Bruce. He doesn't talk much. Or at all. Really beyond the oozing he's pretty quiet. I think he was checking me out at first, feeling me up on all my sides. Side-note, I seem to have a lot of sides now. That's pretty tricky geometry for a lack of physicality, but I have some sensation of them. I wonder if those non-dimensional edges have some sort of being in their own right. There's information there, via sensation. That needs to follow some sort of law of conservation of me, I think. Or maybe it's the other way around. I am, therefore I think. Circular logic is still logic! Bruce is a nice fella. I've been yammering away at him like this for eons and he just listens. He hasn't interrupted me once or tried to top my stories with cooler ones of his own. That's a real pal for ya. He probably senses I'm having a difficult time adjusting and he's being extra accomodating. I should get him a gift. Maybe a vase or an ash tray or something? Flowers seems a bit too personal. We've only just met. Let me know if you have any suggestions.