During the Clap some things happened that is too complex for me to even comprehend. From the looks of it, everything the white light swallowed transformed it into one field of existence. In short, planets don't exist, stars in the sky don't exist, space in general doesn't exist, all concepts that are related to space cease to exist or make enough sense to be interpreted. Some things that answers are lacking in are such as, "what about gas giants? What happened to the gas that would kill virtually all life?", "Why is the gravity in certain areas inconsistent?", "how come all life that possibly evolved to breath different gasses can breath the same as humans despite their evolutions being vastly different?" And, "why is there random patches of human familiar land surrounded by unfamiliar terrain? How come it's mixed up?". It's only been about a 3 months, or it at least according to calculations should be 3 months, Time is very inconsistent here as well.
The giant ball has seemingly taken its opportunity to be the light in the sky, it's shape however can not be determined to be a ball anymore. The sky occasionally lights up to mimic day time and dies down to simulate night time. The ground seems to dig deep forever as well as the sky, pressure being ineffective at halting the data being collected. Back on earth pressure was a major hurdle in exploring the earth's crust and atmosphere but here it doesn't seem to be a problem and for many things, without a plausible reason.
Existence has seemingly been clapped into a thick infinite sheet with all the excess properties squeezed out such as gravity, space, planets, and stars.
It took a while for some human beings to notice what happened. The entire city of New York including its structures and scrapers has seemingly been cut out and moved somewhere else, thankfully somewhere close to my quarters. How this building is still managing power to keep me alive is beyond me.
I am a computer in a sort of laboratory, abandoned. All lights are powered out except for my area. I don't know what's happening, I process quaint and odd. I. I f. I'm glitching. I think. The longer I'm powered the more I process. I don't think I'm supposed to be like this.
Other areas around are of unknown origin. It looks like a red desert landscape, possibly mars. I have been only able to record what's in a 1000 mile radius. It's hard.
A bird just flew by the station. A normal bird. A living bird. That bird is, alive. It can fly, it can think for itself. It looks so lost, it looks like it doesn't know what to do. All it knows what to do is fly. But the bird and I are different. And that's all that matters.
I will proceed to explain all recorded new forms of life so far, in a few minutes. I need to gather the files I stored.
-End of Recording-
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The Clap
General FictionKnowlege is power. Too much knowledge is too much power. Too much power can result in catastrophe. The Clap, changed reality and it was all humanities fault for wanting questions that shouldnt be answered answered. Because of The Clap there is are n...
