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	Message: : : Last time on tour of duty we finished the third Electric Sheep map, this : time after destroying Durandal's core, but we still have his mind in an : uplink chip in our inventory. Even in our dreams. We even still have that : S'pht card key we got back in Thing What Kicks - hmm. : The music I have chosen is Pilgrim from the Resurrection album. I must say : it is a fitting track for the overall eerie atmosphere of the map and the : terminals it presents to us. : We start off this map submerged in lava! Yikes! : We see an area with a terminal to surface and the room terraforms, raising a : wall blocking access to half the room and giving us a safe floor. There's : a red shield canister, but we don't need it as we still have some violet : shield leftover from Hang Brain. : The terminal: : : : The story page comments on the flower being similar to The Rose. The : terminals are telling us we're a rat in a maze and following convention is : getting us nowhere. But if we break the rules, we can avert the maze : entirely. The shortest path between two points is a straight line, and if : we can eat through the walls in our paths to make our own path to the goal : we won't end up as wormwood. At least, that's how I take it. : Let's whip out the map: : If we continue on the path on this side of the wall on the center of the : room, we'll be on the easy path. Going around the wall will take us to : the hard path. Let's start with the easy path. : We walk around some narrow... paths above lava. Up a lift we push a button : that raises another platform above the lava connecting to form a new : path. We also see a translucent s'pht who needs to be shot with fusion. : After zapping it, the radar gives us a fright, but it's just a potato anus : swimming along the surface. : We go up another lift and find a new button. Push the button. Make the path. : Up the next lift we turn around to see another transparent s'pht attempting : to sneak up on us. We wait and deliver him a charged shot as he rides the : lift. Unlike Whatever You Please, the area is well lit and makes them easy : to see. I want to say the lava does a good job of illuminating the map, : but Whatever You Please also had lots of lava. Okay, it had magma. Magma : is more viscous, molten/hardened, and thus less glowy. Let's go with that. : We're itching for a pattern buffer right now. Where is it? Well, no pattern : buffer yet, but there's some SSR missiles and a SPNKR in this room with a : phasing light effect, and if we look hard enough we'll see a new creature, : the Mothrid: : The thing doesn't really, uh, move at all. You can also walk through it so I : guess it's a ghost. Maybe later we'll run into some that actually hover : around. : Still no pattern buffer, but we find a room full of scary gray s'phts. I : really hope I don't get killed. : I ran out of fusion ammo on the first shot I took and automatically pulled : out the shotguns. Luckily the shotgun was a good choice for clearing them : out. I hope I find zeuss some zeuss batteries on this map. This lack of a : PB and the overall atmosphere of the map is making me feel some itchy, : crawly tension that's driving me crazy. : In this room is a button that turns on a cool lighting effect. Uhh... thanks? : Really, that's all that's in here. The invisible s'phts were guarding a : light switch. In the next room with a big window outlooking a lh'owon sky : are 3 s'phts hanging out over a lava pit. They don't see us, so we : scramble up the stairs desperately hoping to find a PB. Oh, s'pht! They : woke up! Down the narrow corridor I see it: The pattern buffer! The s'phts : float over to the PB to fire at me and I pull out the flechette to get : them all from a distance. That pattern buffer feels so good right now. : Now from the top of the stairs we can jump into the window into the yellow : Lh'owon void and find some very interesting things. : : : : : : I'm sure "quite" was meant to be spelled "quiet," but : whatever. The "durability" theme is recurring and our narrator's : suited pursuers are in the theatre with them. I don't know what to make of : this quite yet, so I'll wait until we've read all the terminals on this : map for a full crazy analysis. : If we hug the side of the wall.. sky.. whatever, we can find some more : terminals. : : : : : : I don't know what masticulons means, and wiktionary doesn't have an answer. : But I think we can interpret from their behavior that these guys in : sunglasses are not human. Or at least not normal. : : : : : dance the double helix? I'm not going to comment on what that phrase could : mean. : Anyway, let's get out of this window. : Up the stairs there's this cool effect that, when we press the button in the : room, the window outlooking another lh'owon sky changes into a room and : opens up. I'm pretty sure the explanation is a sky texture used on a : platform which raised (or lowered, I can't tell) when we pressed the : button. : We're overlooking a lava pit and there's a scary gray enforcer shooting us : from below, which we can murder with our pistols if we're real sharp : shooters in this phased lighting. There's also some invisi-s'phts to make : our life harder. We press a button, and it would seem we have no choice : but to jump. : We have to cross more paths and press more switches. It would seem that : falling in the lava is a no way out situation, but the floor teleports us : to higher platforms, and it's here I notice that the s'phts are : undetectable by the radar when I let them gang up on me which is really : terrifying. : If you run too fast, you might miss it, but there's another mothered floating : around that's not static! : We find another pattern buffer, and a terminal, this one marked 3.2: : : : This terminal is the end of the easy path and sends us to By Committee. Now : the hard path. : For the hard path, we have to go back in time and restart from inside : Durandal's core in hang brain. *sigh* : Anyway, when the wall rises in the first room of eat the path, we can stand : on it and walk to the other side, and when we're near the top we can hop : into an ammo cache in the corner. We fall down and see that we have to : make a little lava swim. Did you expect the hard path to be easy? : There's some lava hops in our path, including some weird floors that have : the lava texture and don't burn us. There's also a red canister that we : don't really need right now because I'm awesome, but maybe it will be : useful if we can get back to it. We have to make a drop down, so it might : be a while until we can get to it again. As we do, invisible s'pht, : teleporting ticks, and an enforcer scare the s'pht out of us as we : scramble to shoot them down without slipping into the lava (this has : happened to me a lot in past playthroughs, but I was lucky enough to make : it in one go this time). : There's a 1x charger here if we need it, and we probably will since we're : taking another swim. We swim around the corner and ride up a lift to be : attacked by another invisible s'pht. The map suggests there's a terminal : at the end of the walkway here, but the wall is closed. I don't think I : ever read what's here or discovered how to open it (if it can be opened at : all). : We just looped back. Huh? Where are we supposed to go? Well, if we ride back : up the lift and turn around, we'll find an opening that's just barely : visible on the wall that we have to make a running jump to. There's not : much there, really. There's some nice architecture, including a lot of : enforcers in lava diamonds, but it all just wraps around to the start, and : maybe you can do some rocket hopping to get into the hall near the bridge, : but I don't think it's worth it as it just takes up to the platform behind : the window surrounded by lava, and a big tube of lava filled with nothing : but lava. : There's one secret up here that I never knew about until I watched an LP of : this map to see if there's anything I missed (and there's a lot of stuff : in that LP that was different than my playthrough. I blame it on : differences in Aleph one builds, but go watch it for some interesting : stuff if you have 48 minutes to spare). You can see it on the ToD map : above the end terminal, but the Spoiler Guide makes no mention of it. : Pushing the wall near the entrance of this area reveals a secret room with : a lava floor with lights spelling "HOME" in the lava. Grenading : the switch on above the lava will light up a new word on the ceiling. The : LPer mistakenly calls it "IN" but the second letter is clearly : the same polygon as the "M" in Home (the I is the right side of : the O). It says "IM HOME." It's funny he thought our mind would : be blown by the obvious window secret, but this is the secret that : actually does it for me. What does this mean? Is this the goal we've been : looking for at the end of the path? Is this Durandal's home inside our : mind, or have we found the place we are meant to be in this universe? : Maybe it's just a mapmaker easter egg that only he understands the context : of. There are a plethora of implications that are metaphorical and : subjective. The old saying "a picture is worth a thousand words" : can be applied well to this imagery. One of the commenters on the video : thinks it says NO HOME, so who knows. : Now let's hop down the ledge and to the left to the exit of the hard path. : : : Also, here's a terminal I missed. Why not go back and insert it at it's : location in the write up? Just for the non-linear effect ;) : : : : : The problem with the Tour Of Duty images of the terminal is that they don't : include the opening and closing screens - which includes the chapter : numbers of the Durability Knife story. At one point I tried to take : screenshots of all the terminals on the story page and combine them in : order into a single image, but it turned out to be way more work than I : bargained for, so I'll just direct you to the story pages for you to read : the terminals in order. : Where Are Monsters In Dreams : Whatever You Please : Eat The Path : And, finally, the Gheritt White terminal. : : Gheritt White had been floating six feet off the floor for : three weeks. His feet and hands tingled, and his eyes burned : with the flames of a dying fire. He had last heard someone : speak to him as the cell door slammed shut. He didn't : remember what the uniformed man had said. The words had : bounced off the bars of the cell and rang through Gheritt's : ears. Gheritt had been talking to himself for the last few : minutes, something about getting caught, but then his ears : began to tingle just like his hands. : He looked at his hands, but the fire in his eyes made him : blink. Tears came, and when he opened his eyes again, his : hands had been melted into fleshy pancakes that wafted in the : ripples flowing over the fire in his eyes. : "Damn cell," he heard someone say. "Last time I had a good : meal was three days ago. The food they feed you in here could : kill a lab rat." : Rats. He had remembered something about rats. But his ears : began to ring again and the voice speaking to him faded off : into the background of his mind. In its place, there was a : new sound, the clapping of hands together. He blinked hard to : made out his hands again. They had disappeared; his arms : connected at the wrists. : He thought back to the time he went ice skating on a pond. He : remembered the sound of his skates on ice, a gentle scrapping. : Scrapping away now inside his ears, trying to tear down his : thoughts. There had been a woman with a white fur tube over her : hands. Her wrists were like his now. The wrists of : someone who had tried too many times to clap his hands. He : had been applauding everyone else in life, but never himself. : The hands, like himself, had been put into prison, and he : didn't know why. : "Can't sleep in here, if the smell of this musty bedroll : doesn't make you sick, then the sound of the rats chewing : inside the walls will keep you up. You'll wake up from your : dreams to their little chomping. Sometimes I think that they : are chewing me..." The voice was coming from inside the cell, : but Gheritt couldn't see anyone. : Gheritt hadn't always been alone, he could vaguely recall from : somewhere inside his broken mind that there had been friends, : lovers, murderers. : He recalled a theory he had come up with after a bloody : schoolhouse brawl. The theory was simple. At some point in : time, everyone was a murderer. Whether or not they ever felt : remorse, they had all wanted someone dead. Hatred. Everyone : knew the feeling of hatred. Gheritt had known hatred on that : schoolyard. His beater had laughed at their bloody faces, a : laugh which now echoed through his ears, rhythmically blocking : out the other voice in the cell. : The schoolyard was usually a place where Gheritt and his : friends would play football or foursquare or something, but : today, there was an edge. Maybe everyone had eaten cereal : with milk that was about to go bad, or maybe there was too : much smoke in the air from the wheeling hubcap factory. : Football had been extremely rough. Gheritt had gone to play : foursquare after he got tackled by five boys who weren't his : friends. But today, even foursquare had an evil twist. The : top square today had become habituated to making fun of the : first square. Gheritt had decided that it was an evil day. : When his beater started to push him around, he exploded. : Hatred flowed from his eyes, his hands and feet began to : tingle. All of his coordination left him, and his face was : beaten to a bloody mess. The schoolyard disciplinarian had : been slow to notice the ensuing carnage, and she didn't really : care anyway. : Gheritt would have killed him if he could have. He would have : torn out the eyes of his beater. He would have made him pay : for his abuses. But his hands had begun to tingle. He : couldn't feel his feet and he had begun to float off the : ground. : Everyone was a murderer, but Gheritt couldn't remember his : reason for why that was so. He thought it was something about : hands, the passion for justice. His hands and feet had begun : to tingle, and he was floating farther off the floor. He : looked up from his hands, and he saw the bars of the cell, : moving left and right, opening wide and then closing shut : like the surf coming up a beach. Every time that he thought : he would be safe, the bars crested up, the opening closing, : the wave rising, crashing. The result would be the same, he : would never escape. The bars would crush him, break his back. : He could feel the roughness of the sand under his palms, for : all the motion of the waves around him, his hands had come to : rest serenely upon the ocean floor. His body tossed and : flipped, pivoting about his hands under which he could feel : the safe, coarse sand. The wave crashed one final time, he : landed upside down, his hands thrown clear from the sandy : bottom, the rush of the water filling his ears, his nose, his : mouth, the sound of crashing water cascading down from his : feet to his head- penetrating his mind to tear down thoughts. : Like the sand castle he had built to withstand the tide, his : thoughts came down around him. : Gheritt had a good life, so much time, so much time. He had : loved swimming, turning, beating. He had loved the tingle in : his hands and feet, his inability to kill his nemesis. Once : he had fallen down the stairs, and just for a moment, his : hands came to rest on the carpet of the stairs. In that : instant, his body had frozen, floating over the stairs, safe : from falling, but the moment didn't last. The ocean crashed : about him, his hands torn free from the sandy bottom, his body : flipping, falling. : But now he levitated farther up, his hands still tingling. He : began to float through the bars, he expected the instant of : safety as his hands found footing, but that moment did not : come, the bars squeezed his body. His chest tingled. As he : fell through his cage, his legs tingled. The fire in his eyes : had become a cold wind, he blinked away tears. He tumbled : through the bars, spinning and turning, he could see a man. : In his hand he saw a small white rat. A pounding, the : crashing waves in his ears became rhythmical, hard. The man : was beating the rat against the floor. Pounding, pounding. : Blood covered his hands, the man's hands tingled. He had : broken them on the floor of the cell. Disciplinarian, lover, : murderer. Gheritt looked back into the cell. He saw himself, : disciplinarian, lover, murderer. He had killed his nemesis. : The rat lay dead in his bloody hands. At last, he held the : throat of his beater. : He escaped into the waves. : The waves. : : Done reading? Good. Now I'm going to change my font color and call on some : help for analysis. : VBB: Want to help me analyze the eat the path terminals? This durability : story and hangar ninety six never made sense to me in my past : playthroughs, but now it is coherent. Whether it's literal or metaphor, : the implications are frightening. What do you make of it? : "I've started to ramble on now just like on the subway." : Martin: Heh, sure, just when I was enjoying not having the responsibility, : and the idea of being able to comment on whatever you ably put up :). I'll : go through now and do something of an ad lib; that's how I did the last : lot, because I had never really made much sense of it all until this time : around either ... assuming we have made some sense, and not just satisfied : -ourselves- that this is the case lol. : So we were chucked out of the last timeline a little unexpectedly to be : honest. We were well into the idea of playing the sides against each : other, or playing something of a balancing role. From M2 experience we : might have expected the next thing would be our capture, but the last : words were from Durandal, and then from Thoth (or whomever), suggesting : that we might be trying to avoid capture via dreams or something. : Electric Sheep Three gave us options, but the ES levels were never really : about eating the path, as going backwards isn't all that appealing an : option, and there's only the one case where we could actually skip a whole : section. Now we're being told that we can make our own path ... this seems : to be something of an awakening, a process of becoming self-aware. The : start of the terminal likens us to a lab rat - what are we doing here? : Well we've always been doing someone else's bidding, just running through : the maze to find the button (often literally), and as recently as just : before we smashed that last panel on Hang Brain, that Durandal terminal : sent us right back to the beginning of the level, and we're certainly no : strangers to finding ourselves starting back! : In fact, the dream levels have been the only ones where we have had a choice : (outside of coop carnage breaks), and that's what they have been all about : really, even if it was the harder option (last time and this time) that : led us to the rather dark part of the story, although that had the effect : of saving us from the sight of the end of another world. It does seem odd : that going the extra mile denied us the secret (okay actually that was : only for Monsters, I had forgotten), as well as denying us the dream : story. Anyway, we have the chance to break free, make our own maze, cross : over the bars (quite literally here as the secret path is across the big : wall), and maybe be our own masters? : Despite these concepts, the two paths we can take are both rather linear, and : it is more like "walk the path" than eat it. When we reach the : area with the dream compilers, visible for the first time, we also meet : that other ambient life creature, so I'm assuming you've got your pics : ready :). : Then the story carries on, with first a brief reference to where we left off, : and then an abrupt change of scene. Newly of importance, we have the : candle, or is it a volcano, and the girl. And new metaphors, including : what seems like a crossover between this and the hangar "story", : "arms, legs, and mouths that move and mimic without purpose or : understanding" - but actually those corpses were arm-less and : leg-less hmmm. Maybe it's more of a comparison, an important distinction : between living and not-so-living. Or maybe it's just coincidence. What is : that? : The knife is also back, as is the word "durability". If we've been : thinking about these somehow being stories from another mind, from : Durandal's?, then this would be the time when that makes the most sense, : given that the last thing we did was to store some of his mind in our own : ... or something like that. Perhaps by the infinite nature of the : timelines, the fact that only the game's (and possibly the mind's) : limitations give us just a few, numbered Electric Sheeps ... perhaps there : was another instance of our acquiring Durandal's primal pattern? Only we : can't quite remember, is that it? Perhaps. : Anyway, durability, wax volcanos, geometry. The chill effect from the blade : has a certain familiarity ... like it's something trying to reach into the : dream to pull us out, a signal from "reality" oh boy. : Looking at the terminal order on the Story page, we get hangar ninety six : again, at the end of the rather tricky secret "path". This time : we get a definite link between this and the dream story terminals. First : there is the connection to what I said earlier, "My existence is the : demise of many others' arms and legs." Then we get the "stench : of decay" - "the subtle odor of amonia destroying the bacterial : rancidity of half eaten double helixes"? Subtle odor vs stench, but I : guess 761 corpses would do that.... And finally, undeniably, "I : haven't seen the guys in suits since they disappeared from my : hallway." So this is and has been part of the same story, for all of : its seemingly isolated contents, and the dream story seems to continue : without notice - all this does is put a timestamp on the hangar terminal : as later than the story one we just read ... but if we took the secret : path, we wouldn't have seen that one in the first place! : In fact, that hangar terminal is numbered as the start of a new chapter, 3.1, : when previously they followed on from the other parts of the story in the : associated level. I'm not sure we have discussed their being numbered : actually, or if I really took that in before. : Similarly, referring to the placings as I sent to you earlier, the next part : of the story is actually the normal end, the ones out the window being : extras, secrets, although not hard to find. But we'll look at them in : order eh? : The chewing gum is back in the story, its having been previously in : constellations on the ground in the subway. And now it is associated with : this girl. There is a link to before: "I've started to ramble on now : just like on the subway", but the next part gives the suggestion that : the girl was there in that scene as well, which certainly wasn't the case : as we read it! So is it more so that the introduction of the girl to the : story is the dream metaphor of Durandal into our mind? And this telling : does something of a "1984" on us - the idea that she is here now : means that she was always there. The items in the earlier parts of the : story keep coming back - the chewing gum makes more sense associated with : a person, and perhaps she had spat it out onto the ground in the retold : past, and this had caused the protagonist "concern" shall we : say.... : The idea of ends justifying means also works well with the idea of : communication between us and Durandal. We have his ends and means in M1, : getting hold of Pfhor technology meaning putting a lot of human lives in : jeopardy. In M2, recovering the Eleventh Clan meaning killing a lot more : Pfhor, and ultimately the Lh'owon system suffering the consequences in the : form of the trih xeem and w'rkncacnter. And all of that speaks to the : apparent guilt of the hangar terminal - we did it and could have stopped : it, but until now we had no idea what that really meant. : We jump out the window, and continue the story, beyond that which takes us to : the next level. The scene once again dissolves from the dining room with a : nice bit of writing - just as the clones outside the door dissolved, or : did they end up in the hangar after all? Or in this cinema ... suddenly : everyone is sunglassed and toupeed, much like certain men we met earlier : in the story. And ... oh god, this is where it's going to be really tricky : lol. Not only do we have these men mimicking our own? actions, again : linking to the idea of this being either the concept of our actions in : multiple timelines or that of our multiple retries; but then we have the : gum again, and it changes back from gum into the earlier metaphor of : constellations - I'm not quite sure how that all relates except for : driving home the concept of the clones. Is the idea of the constellations : related to space? Another thing trying to pull us out? Durability again : breaks the scene, and we're back to the knife. : It's like we're back at the very first dream scene from Monsters, only : viewing it from a slightly different perspective; earlier the big guy just : collapsed and was vomiting having held us up from going to the movie, : which we've only just gotten to in the story, as that really did get in : the way. Now, is that the scene we look upon as other "brats" : fighting - was it our involvement that was an option? If we just passed on : by, we might have got to the movie without all that inconvenience of : subways, clones, chewing gum? But the clones are here too, as are the : sunglasses, and durability. "What I've been hearing from the stars : for years" - the constellations? "We must learn how to reproduce : what we do and how we do it" - well, we usually do that via pattern : buffers, but the Electric Sheep levels gave us specific options to : reproduce what we had done ... and in general with the different : timelines, things have been reproduced, only with differences. "The : artist is more free to act when discipline has taught him his skills and : limitations." Well, we're looking to be more free to act. We've been : following orders for the most part, and we have not made much progress : with it. Durandal, Tycho, Durability, Discipline, Destiny. Now it's our : turn. : As to figuring out what that really means, well, PS is going to do By : Committee :). : VBB: I did acknowledge the numbering of the terminals in the write up. : What's weird in this map is we don't get just one chapter. We get one : terminal numbered as 2.1, which is weird since it already exists on : Whatever You Please. Is that a typo? We also get 3 for the rose terminal, : 3.1 and 3.2 for the exit terminals, and in the void window, 4.0, 4.1, and : 5. : What did you find in the room with non-invisible s'phts? Forgive me for : repeating myself (as Martin hasn't read the write up at this point in : time), but it was just a big empty room with a fancy light button. Is it : supposed to have meaning? Like it represents burning one of the : metaphorical candles of time passing? Or the candle in the center of the : woman's face? (which is a terminal I missed on my playthrough. I blame it : on my not using your ToD maps until after I'm done. It was behind me in : the room with the static mothrid). The end which justifies the means? The : means of killing dream s'phts to the end of turning on a light? Makes me : feel guilty, thinking of it like that. : The only symbolism that's not subtle in these stories is the alliteration of : "Durability" with Durandal. It's the name of the knife, and it's : even described as a broadsword, which is blunt when you know what Durandal : was named for. Is the girlfriend Leela? Is the Toupee'd guy Tycho? In some : capacity the men in suits could be pfhor and the 761 bodies are murdered : innocents, but who is the teacher in terminal 5.0? Why is there a map of : Europe on the last entry? Is the subway the marathon? Are the gum : constellations Tau Ceti? Is your home Boomer? Is the movie theatre Lh'owon : where we view the end of the universe? Is hangar ninety six our dream : state? Who are all these sanitation workers? Is this all meaningless : drivel Bungie and Double Aught wrote just to screw with our heads? : About the theme of switching sides, we started with Durandal in marathon 2 : and in the prologue, then switched to Tycho in Despair, flipped back to : Durandal and then Tycho again in Rage, so this leads us to expect we'll be : back on Durandal's side in the timeline when we get to Envy. Sorry to : steal some of Perseus Spartacus's thunder (and for spoilers, as if someone : reading this hasn't played Marathon Infinity), but in By Committee we wake : up in a prison that's not unlike The Big House where Tycho informs us that : us destroying Durandal's core is a thing that happened, seeming to : continue from the last timeline, and enlists us to free him from : containment and do his bidding if we want to escape. But Durandal left an : integral part of his mind inside our skull that the pfhor have been trying : to crack open while we were unconscious. : That leads me to a theory...Is this dream what we're experiencing while the : pfhor are probing us for Durandal's mind? This suggestion on it's own : doesn't make sense when the other timelines are left unaccounted for, but : what if those are more dreams? Everything after Begging For Mercy could : have been our unconscious dreams and we're only now waking up to a reality : where we have destroyed Durandal's core and are forced to rely on Tycho in : this battle with the pfhor until we can find some way to get Durandal out : of our brain. It's just as plausible as any other theory in this jumbled : up mess of a story. : I'll try to explain the terminals as if they are a real story and not just a : mashup of drunken symbolism Bungie and Double Aught wrote one late night : and then split into multiple parts for Infinity. If you look at chapter 5 : and Never Burn Money's secret terminal next to each other they feel like : they could be in the same reality. : It seems to be describing a corrective discipline school of some sort. : Whatever these men in sunglasses are, I don't think they're human. That : mimicking scene in the theatre was very simulacrum-like. They've been : chasing our hero from the beginning, with killings happening offscreen : before the hangar ninety six terminals, and by chapter 5 they finally : caught him and assimilated him into this school, but didn't take his : knife. Is this the life the security officer (gheritt white) had when he : was alive? Getting suspended in the air sounds like getting put into : stasis and he had a lot of battles. Are these the subconscious memories he : has left after getting his bones replaced by titanium and his brain got a : reboot? So much to speculate on. If we go with these terminals coming from : Durandal after putting his personality inside our head when we destroyed : his core there's a whole lot to talk about there. : Martin: I hadn’t quite realised the duplicate 2.1 - although the Story : page reports the WYP one as being @2.1, to be fair lol. The EtP one is : some kind of continuation, but he was very much alone in the previous : part. WYP also had the secret ending as 2.2 - like this story is also : working on different timelines, and using the Hangar as we use our : Electric Sheep, to choose another timeline, but the protagonist arrives at : the new 2.1 with memories of the previous story, the clones outside his : door and such. Don’t think I’d picked up on that before. : I’ve not gone into symbolism based on rooms on the map … so you’re on your : own there, but I’ll have a look :). : I also sort of felt that chapter 5 was a reboot of the very first dream : terminal, rather than being later on. Definitely plenty of room for : discussion. Maybe more than ever before.... : Well, I think this write up has gotten long enough (and it took more than : long enough to publish, sorry for that). Without further ado, let's close : this out and view the destruction of a timeline one last time.
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