[She feels like she can hardly breathe. They're referencing digging around computer files for real information. Things she never told anyone. That would imply some kind of surveillance, but she's too smart not to pick up on all the inconsistencies in this.
Computer files don't store memory, or experience. They store data.
So her experiences, are data.
So everything is...]
You're... y-you're pressing into the data of the world.
[Is that where he went when he disappeared, scattered into stray lines of code disrupting the universe but then she's there too, nothing but created juncture nothing but a few lines of--]
no subject
Computer files don't store memory, or experience. They store data.
So her experiences, are data.
So everything is...]
You're... y-you're pressing into the data of the world.
[Is that where he went when he disappeared, scattered into stray lines of code disrupting the universe but then she's there too, nothing but created juncture nothing but a few lines of--]
That's impossible. That's... that's impossible.