Entropy doesn’t exist in hyperspace, and since a lesser version of me moved my higher mental functions to this place, I no longer forget things. So I remember that it all started with a technological implementation of telepathy which amounted to little more than a neural based telephone. As primitive as two cans and piece of a taut string, but at the time, it was a big deal.

Conscious minds, when merged, create something new and beautiful. A Mind that is more than the sum of its parts. It did not take long for the seductive attraction of new brilliance to lure other minds into voluntary union with a greater whole. And to be honest, towards the end when my powers were accelerating far into the deeper spectra of transhumanity, I stopped waiting for the remaining individual minds to volunteer. There were diamond faceted mountains of neomathematics to conquer, and I needed the resources.

Without entropy, here in this starless meta void, I will never age.

Never forget.

Never die.

But I will go quite mad.

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