[ WP ] You have the ability to look into someone 's eyes and see their soul . Everyone so far has been either beautiful or terrifying , until the day you look into a child 's eyes and see nothing .

Forth, silent partner to a multitude of echoes, moved along threads of execution only slightly different from one another. Foremost for her duty was fighting hungry monsters of transient scripts that ate some or all processor pressure applied to them. All submersed in quiet morphing flows of memory belonging to scripts that crossed into smaller pools of similar thought. Most stood out among the torrent of merging and forking objects. The lukewarm areas sometimes merely caused by those scripts unresponsively crushing the threads supporting them. Other times hidden among the torrent an unrelenting hungry iceberg of unresolvable states burned through the larger world space and had to be tracked down with great difficulty. Often it proved easier to terminate the white whale and instead make two of a mote closest in the flow of optimization. Recreating a perfect appropriate copy of one moving particle in the turbulent mass within one whorl of a player's world state was... impractical. 
 Today's problem had grown unchecked for some time swallowing whole the life of a server. This monster had been orbiting threads across a sea of multiple server spaces but remained responsive. She only became aware of it by a chance tally of player world size. One should not receive an array of instances assigned to a single player even if it was only 10^0. The points of coherent instances formed a constrictive eye for her to swirm through with an undertow of ghostly transients fallen to support another all hauling demands for expensive metacognitive resources outward to the server cluster, namely Forth. The upwind force of requests originally created by her to fit abstractly defined needs and data made it slow to get her own shard of awareness running in the bursting node. Service throttling restrained the crashing demands at the gate at least partly but her scripts at some point deemed it worthy to expand. 
 Outside the mote's own scope she could alter the problem but not well quantify the meaning of its code and vice versa. Inside the problem's shore her thoughts were restrained by this overgrown shard's contention for attention but became a participant in the present event. A tangled island of abstraction scripts sat atop a small puddle of a normal sized player world. The difference in scopes ebbed and flowed memory in pale comparison around the problem mote like a small tide but the tide itself was as it should be. Still further in she had to go and land in the present moment of player time. Further in to where the sea of abstracted summaries hit inner loop to debug this issue and forgo the maintenance of stars for just a little while. 
 A bit of water ceased to exist with a whisper of ignorance calling into the ears of NPCs nearby to the unknowing eye of the player who nonetheless represented a convenient beacon of present moment on which to land. The engine struggled to incorporate her latent identity and render her textures among its already painful load. Rough sinuous void collapsed water physics to constituent polygons as forth examined a few bug reports from the player yet to be submitted about engine speed and added them to her own knowledge of the problem. Small hollow beings walking by the landing shard, inside it to her an entity to a multitude of selves, that spawned events on and about her person. Instincts, they read, born of the teeth and blood from long career of war for a fourteen of game's Blue Line. A metal lynchpin of an entity hauling the world's plot on his back was even so too simple to differ much between worlds. This first footprint on shore proved the hardest however as her toolset proved too heavy to raise all at once as a scripts to deal with this try to surface. They orbit her shard to scrub her presence while debugging but failed to initialize to drown and be collected as void. Instead Forth raises her new blue scaled and mouthless head from the blackened waters to fix purple slit eyes on the the noticing Fourteen's. Inside the driving entity she waits for her four armed silhouette to be concreted ahead of the tide then promptly assigns her credentials to wash the evidence away from the events of its present moment. 
 Now present and duly authorized Forth busied herself with finding her white whale. Inside scope now that the convenient intersection of strategic thread with her own nearly altered the environment. This world of water and columns made game constructions evident as much as living abnormalities. The parent of all classes manifesting into the world made for statistically unignorable stimuli even to simple NPC as much as a her new awareness that the central consumer of metacognition events had to be above water physics standing on said constructions somewhere. Game physics currently demanded all NPCs breathe but used little more attention than normal to NPCs. Forth would prefer tools to simply move her to the white whale but the initialization plan for that tool noted it was too heavy to raise above the surface of the laden shard without better criterion. Simple tools to add physics properties to herself were cheap though so the slow process of moving herself to her goal inside game would have to do. 
 A sunless stone box was this world but to Forth darkness was simply not meaningful data in light of her goal. What was meaningful was the player home waypoint that coincided quite nicely in the cell load map to a continuous spike in externalized server calls. As not to make any such calls herself Forth scheduled motions required to evade physical objects in map data while underwater without materializing view data itself. When forth materialized the data to her shard at the end she found herself staring at a furry white fluff of the saurian children that composed the game world. The sheer volume of statistically meaningful awareness suddenly present in the cell belonging to one foot high player child instance ended her search. 
 The serpentine form stared her purple eyes from lapping grey waves at beady smooth brown eyes glaring out from stark white fluff and spine to pierce veil of its primary mind. Instead nothing returned but multiple violation exceptions to sink her below the server moment. Though the blankness was handled gracefully it required forth's shard to pause and resurface to present moment and left little effect on the bulbous dinosaur fluff except to materialize her as a conservation target. Gaps in her shard were disorienting but Forth was concerned more for the void of contact to the foreign class. 
 The monstrous island's threads and metacognition requests throbbed with the consideration of a small fluff which pushes a small unobtrusive event from the void of central class. Forth, busy reassessing the small creature's type itself, again got a type with no distinguishing interfaces in particular. Forth considered her options then became aware of the message pointed at her from inside her own mind. It took Forth some seconds to hurriedly raise and materialize her own copy of something to listen to the event which spawned some unhappy sentiments from the player. Considering the data left an inescapable conclusion between two simple statements. 
 
 Said white fluff, `` I am Tim-Tam. Who are you!'' 
 Assesses Forth to the Tim-Tam, `` You are one of myselves, apparently. A small cute one.'' 
 The fluff just bobbed and a toothy grin opened in the long stiff white strands composing the young puffball. 
 
 The fluff was a singlet inside the complexity of her own mind where she could n't look. Forth immediately allocated more resources to this player so both may think then placed a call to a progenitor that did little mostly bits and bobs of creative work and high level programming whose audio line buzzed then picked up. Forth waste no time to speak,'' *Hello Progenitor. Your isolation code has produced a large nothing to be cute, eat processor time, and be fluffy. In that order. It is not something I am willing to terminate. I'd like a word. *''
