Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in the name of a god for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. He would, if he'd had a little longer with language, have mentioned to Carissa one of his other suspicions, that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor and the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that Law still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap, probably.
But if Carissa is trustworthy at all then Plan A to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for, like, 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing probability theory and the experimental method to this world, is a bust. Gambling on her just having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, ruler of the deepest ninth layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in the name of a god for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. He would, if he'd had a little longer with language, have mentioned to Carissa one of his other suspicions, that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor and the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that Law still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap, probably.
But if Carissa is trustworthy at all then Plan A to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for, like, 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing probability theory and the experimental method to this world, is a bust. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base just having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, ruler of the deepest ninth layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in the name of a god for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. He would, if he'd had a little longer with language, have mentioned to Carissa one of his other suspicions, that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor, the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that multiagent coordination still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap.
But if Carissa is trustworthy probabilistically, then he should not go with his Plan A, to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing probability theory and the experimental method to this world. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, ruler of the deepest ninth layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in her capacity as a god's employee for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. He would, if he'd had a little longer with language, have mentioned to Carissa one of his other suspicions, that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor, the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that multiagent coordination still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap.
But if Carissa is trustworthy probabilistically, then he should not go with his Plan A, to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing probability theory and the experimental method to this world. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, ruler of the deepest ninth layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in her capacity as a god's employee for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. Among his current suspicions is that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor, the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that multiagent coordination still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap.
But if Carissa is trustworthy probabilistically, then he should not go with his Plan A, to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing probability theory and the experimental method to this world. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, ruler of the deepest ninth layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in her capacity as a god's employee for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. Among his current suspicions is that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to gods, and also entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor, the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that multiagent coordination still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap.
But if Carissa is trustworthy probabilistically, then he should not go with his Plan A, to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing probability theory and the experimental method to this world. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, ruler of the deepest ninth layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in her capacity as a god's employee for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. Among his current suspicions is that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to gods, and also entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor, the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that multiagent coordination still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap.
But if Carissa is trustworthy probabilistically, then he should not go with his Plan A, to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing his knowledge and methodology to this world. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, ruler of the deepest ninth layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in her capacity as a god's employee for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. Among his current suspicions is that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to gods, and also entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor, the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that multiagent coordination still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap.
But if Carissa is trustworthy probabilistically, then he should not go with his Plan A, to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing his knowledge and methodology to this world. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, the deepest layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
Keltham will sit quite still, trying to control the hammering of his heart and the visible sweating that might also be giving info away. Stupid body, it shouldn't reflect his thoughts like that during complicated negotiations.
Carissa thought that he would think that her oaths meant something, which is a good sign that the Algorithm is not completely unreflected here. Though Carissa also thought she needed to swear in her capacity as a god's employee for her oath to mean something, which is sort of awful and sad but also makes an awful kind of sense. Among his current suspicions is that knowing logical decision theory may make it a little too easy to call out to gods, and also entities like, say, Rovagug; and that's why people here aren't being taught the purer forms of the Algorithm, left to struggle along with intuitive honor, the Algorithm's fragmentary emotional shards.
It was, in fact, one of the more convincing things that Carissa could have done at the last, not to convince him of that exact point, but to show him that multiagent coordination still really holds here at all. So that could be true, or she could have correctly guessed what would convince him...
He's not going to be able to guess her thoughts either, across this level of social gap.
But if Carissa is trustworthy probabilistically, then he should not go with his Plan A, to contact the Knowledge entity and ask for 25% of the orientation packet he can safely sustain, because that way he will end up bringing his knowledge and methodology to this world. Gambling on Carissa's knowledge base having misinterpreted the natural tendency to mess with high-energy reactions, in a world with afterlives, as "drives everyone insane", seems like a little too large of a gamble. Nethys could also just know all the infohazards. This is still Carissa's world and not his...
This isn't what he should be thinking right now. He should be reviewing the information he needs to remember.
Pentagrams, contracts, authority, pride, the deepest layer Nessus of a nine-layer plane.
Abadar, who runs the banks and a territory called Osirion. The part about the prices being ideal prices was just a guess; he was fishing for information via contradiction, but Carissa didn't confirm or deny.
Norgorber, god of violating regulations and killing people for money, whom Carissa swore was in a class all of whose members sucked.
Calistria, god of women who want to leave their husbands, get abortions, and get revenge. Why this doesn't also apply symmetrically to men who want to leave their wives is one of the things he didn't have time to ask Carissa.
Nethys, god of knowledge and mad experimentation, an extreme to which he could still be forced.
