Quantised and Branching

Information streamed through her and around her. Another reality, new rules, and another register. Time to start again. This time she would get it, no excuses.

Zetta rendered, landing in the snow.

Snow? It felt like snow at least. Icy water was trickling down her shoulders already, sending shivers down her spine.

No program like her could know reality as it truly was… is? But she really did feel cold. How was that even meant to be useful?

Focus. Look for obvious structure…

She caught sight of a set of stone steps and made her way towards them; their icy sheen glittering despite the ambient gloom.

To be continued…