I sat down on my throne, changing my position on my knees, and materialized a white hard sand rock and started to write about my concept on my throne.
It is:
Immeasurable and Boundless Everlasting Patterns is equal to universe and beyond—because everything is a pattern.
Every cause and effect happens in patterns.An origin is also a pattern—emerged after some movements in patterns of non-existence.Every planned life and death.The every star's life and death—of becoming supernovas, neutron stars, black holes, wormholes, or space asteroids—all are patterns.
Time is also a pattern.A person breathes in one, thinks in second, and acts in third.It is the soil—and timelines are plants that grow in it.But all still patterns.
Society.Action of evil or good.Harm or not—all are patterns.Their ideals. Manipulation. Brainwashing. Hierarchies—all are patterns.
The thought process of humans, animals.Their bodies and their memories—all patterns.
The war. The peace.The life. The death.The rebirth. The new life. The next life—all are patterns.
The nature.The plants.The deserts.The clouds.The rain.The atoms.The gas.The energy—all patterns.
The fate is also a pattern.
The universe itself is nothing but just the smallest part in patterns.
To measure patterns—Even emptiness, infinity, eternity, and immeasurability, and all other concepts will rot away—But never outlive patterns.
It isn't that it is the highest concept or principle.It isn't that it is too abstract.It isn't existence or non-existence.It isn't even a dictionary in the universe.It can't be erased, forgotten, destroyed, or created.
It is the only illusion of perfection in this imperfect world.
It's what everything else clings to, like vines around a ghost.
How ignorant, how small, and how useless—and useful—the human mind is.Its one part is just all about pattern recognition.It searches for the perfection—Even an illusion of it—Which this foolish being already has.
I then sat down on my throne, hugging my legs.
"Humph… it's mine now. I will not let anyone have it. Mine."
I then sat down cross-legged on my throne and tried to interact with my intelligence.
I had already gained enough experience from my earring on using my patterns that I can create new Elias of Happiness inside an atom from one move.
I then was able to interact with my intelligence easily.I saw a space my vision can't cover.
It should be my consciousness inside.
I then got in third person and saw the space fully.It was so endless that endless is just a word.
It has many realities—some just a living flesh.Some only shapes, like spirals, fractals, and recursive cubes and triangle realities.Some made of only light.Some darkness.And some only water.
They were so many that the world I live inside for now looks like only a particle in it.
And it all is living.
This whole space should be my subconscious.
I then saw a colorful ball.That should be my emotion.
A black half-of-ball-sized width circle was moving around it.
Eh… this should be canvas. It has no color.Hmm… my emotions should use it to paint morals I need, then remove afterwards.
Ohhh… that's so good.
Then I saw a floating altar beneath the colorful ball.It is white and made of many languages and lines.
This should be my memory—half other in subconscious space.
Then I saw a shrunken-like shape on top of the colorful ball.It should be logic—a weapon.
Hmm…
What would NPC intelligence look like?