Out of Spite, Out of Mind (Magic 2.0 #5)

by Scott Meyer

Events had not unfolded in the way that the events had unfolded, which was, of course, a paradox. She could only conclude that either there was something wrong with the program of the universe, or the last hundred years of the journals perfectly matching observed events had been a long series of coincidences.

We are bhut a product of the environmeetnt. We do notthave free w ill

Phillip stood with his back to the room wearing no shoes, his sky-blue robe hanging open like a dressing gown, and his wizard hat crammed half into one of the pockets. He hunched over his vintage arcade game, a full-sized cabinet labeled GORF. His staff leaned against the wall next to the cabinet.

lol his staff leaned against the wall . im making the obvious joke

had often occurred to Martin that here, in Medieval England, before the invention of advanced paints and dyes, everything was essentially dirt colored.

I’d have to go track her down and give her a few choice pieces of my mind.” “Uh, do you mean a few choice words? Or a piece of my mind? You sort of combined the two.”

Not hot. Pick onee idiiom or it confuses the reader

sandy-brown hair.

“I hear doing that with jeans makes them fit better.” “I was wearing slacks.” “A goblin in slacks?” “Eh, dress for the job you want, not the one you have. I see you haven’t repaired your robe after my feathered friends used you as a seed bell.”

“Now, here you’ll see a callout. The code is sending some piece of information to another part of the program. That’s nothing strange. A person’s file is full of them. The file’s nothing but a data store, after all, a silo that holds all the facts, figures, and describable parameters that make you you, and not someone else. But this callout is different. Do you see how?” Brit the Elder said, “It’s not calling out to the program. It’s calling out to another part of the file.”

“I believe so. I believe that we’re looking at the filing information for your long-term memories. The first and last numbers show the beginning and end points of the experience you’ll remember, and the middle number is its name, or location, or some such.” Brit the Much Elder said, “A set of numbers was just added to the list.”

How scott meyer beleives long term meemory is writtenn into your code of beiing

Jimmy said, “I’d rather you called me his greatest enemy, instead of his worst. Worst implies low quality. You could argue that Gary’s his worst enemy.” Phillip said, “Gary’s my friend.” “Which shows how bad at being an enemy he really is.”

Edward James Olmos, as Commander Adama, was brooding on a confusing problem that it seemed only he could solve. The show fit Martin’s mood perfectly.

Woe iss life

“But we’d still have ours. Instead of being able to create anything they want for themselves, they can get their parents to give them anything they want. Reality TV has shown us how that works out, and, again, it isn’t good either.”

it’ll spread to all of the world’s water, and all of the land that touches it, like some kind of digital ice-nine.”

Fake, Martin thought. They’re letting the apprentices win. They have it all choreographed out, complete with macros to make their deaths look good.

Carrie-themed prom.

I should rly watch this flick

Phillip looked down at the disheveled, haggard figure and muttered, “What? That can’t be.” Future Phillip sneered up at him. “Oh, like you look spring fresh! It’s been a tough two months!” The Brit at the computer said, “Men often let themselves go for a bit after the woman they love dumps them, and they know it’s their own fault. In your case, seeing what becomes of you magnifies the effect. It sort of tightens the shame spiral.”

One of e14 iterations that have happened in our worlds life

“But you believe that the person you’re calling your worst enemy is you!” The Brit at the computer shrugged. “That’s true for most people. It’s just a little more obvious in my case.

“Well, you know the old saying. Hell hath no fairness like a woman scorned.

The basis of thiss book. The stress addled foccus of women in fury of scorn

It’s what happened before,

"it was written" and so this is just another iteration of similar events played out

“Because if Phillip had been right about free will, and had committed to it, he could have prevented all of this. But he didn’t have the courage of his convictions, and he was wrong to begin with, so he’s spent our entire relationship giving me false hope and telling me that what I know to be true was a lie.