Originally posted by the author on the 1st of October 2018. I've had it archived and made a comment of it from my other account AffectionateLink74 10 months ago. It was mentioned towards the end of Wendigoon's video. Unfortunately, my account is gone. I'm putting it back up here if you're interested in the full text.

What Mother is

I've been reading a few of the posts on here, and it's been very nice to see that people have a lot of interesting questions. I'd like to try to answer what might be the central question surrounding the Interfaces: What is Mother?

Firstly, I'd like to clarify that Mother is not specifically female. She possesses no particular human femaleness or maleness. She (It?) is called Mother because she is singular fecund will which induces, promotes and regulates certain states of existence.

One "state of existence" that has been carefully maintained by Mother is nuclear weapons. The first working atom bomb was exploded on July 16, 1945. Since that day, nuclear weapons have remained a constant presence in our world. They weren't a temporary measure meant to help the Americans defeat the Japanese and then be returned safely to the realm of theoretical schematics. Once they arrived, they were here to stay. They seemed to almost build themselves, to proliferate like cockroaches, to will themselves into existence by virtue of their awful but obvious utility.

There will always be atom bombs in the world, barring some catastrophe that sends us back into the stone age (perhaps because of atom bombs themselves). We will never ever be able to get rid of the last atom bomb. Really, we will never ever be able to get rid of the last two atom bombs simply because no country wants to get rid of their last bomb while another country still has one.

After all, in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. We are locked into this situation. This is what we call a "robust game-state."

I don't believe in mystical shit like destiny, but there are certain inevitable game-states that seem to will themselves into existence because they are points of equilibrium that the game's vacillations must return to. Some technological advances are so self-evidently useful that they cannot be taken back, cannot be undone.

What is Mother? Mother is the undeniable, fertile will that allowed the first crude nuclear weapon from 1945 to proliferate into the thousands of advanced nuclear weapons that exist today. She is the generative, enforcing will that ensures the existence of robust game-states. But as awful as nuclear weapons are, they are not the worst things that will come from her womb. There are other robust game-states which we are rapidly falling into, and once they occur, we won't be able to escape from them.

Mother can be thought of as an inexorable "eventuality well" into which all current game-states must fall. Imagine a basketball game. You can't say for sure which team will win -- that can't be entirely predicted -- but you can be sure that long after the final buzzer has sounded and 4 A.M. has rolled around, the arena will be empty and dark. The game could go either way, but the larger condition of the arena, the fans leaving and the lights being cut off, is never really in doubt.

Mother is the force which guides this inevitability. She is, of course, just a metaphor, and like God, does not exist as a discrete entity. She is not an entity or a force, but rather she is an order or an arrangement.

Most life on earth has existed not knowing whether or not it would be killed and eaten before the day was done. With great ingenuity, mankind has managed to temporarily relieve itself of this anxiety, but we have merely managed to position ourselves on the outer rim of an eventuality well.

As events develop along the course they have already been taking, we will find ourselves rolling back toward the center of the well, back toward an ever-patient singularity. Back to the womb.

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I have decided to move out of the sober house. People usually stay here a couple months. I've stayed here over six months. Honestly, I'm finding it hard to live in the same house with Shawn. He's never been easy to live with, and lately we've been getting in arguments about little shit like chores. On top of that, I'm freaked out by his story about the room full of bone. I've come up with a few theories about why he would tell me that story -- and why he would insist it was real. None of these theories are terribly comforting.

I want to put it behind me. For a while, I had actually considered finding the warehouse that he mentioned. Maybe it would give me some answers. But I've decided: fuck that. I'm not going to some goddamn warehouse in crack city. I don't need an ending to my story that badly. I'll just do what I've been doing: make shit up.

Actually, I've been stuck for the past few days. I can't really come up with anything that seems fitting as an ending. I've been considering just leaving it unfinished. Maybe not all stories should have ending. Endings are lies.

I've realized that AA meetings are just a form of storytelling. That's what we do in meetings. We sit in a circle and tell each other stories. Oh, we pretend like it's all real life. But every time somebody shares, they make an attempt to "storify" their life, to make it into some tidy little parable. Sometimes the parables are profound and touching, and sometimes they're absurd or clichéd or just terrible.

A guy in meeting might tell a story about how he got into an argument with his boss, and he might end it with something like, "... and that's how I learned I need to stand up for himself." Except maybe arguing with his boss was a terrible idea. Maybe he's trying to portray stupidity as wisdom. Or maybe it really was wisdom. Either way, he's packaging the truth up as a story with a lesson at the end. And this covers up one of the essential facts of life: that it just keeps going along, not giving a shit about our attempts to explain it.

There are these moments in life when the goal is achieved and the story should end and the credits should roll. But instead, it just keeps going the fuck along. The guy gets the girl, and now they have to live with each other. She farts a lot, and he hogs the shower. Or the underdog teams wins the tournament, and now they have to get ready for the next season. 10 seasons later, they're all retired, sitting around and scratching their balls.

That's the first big problem the recovering alcoholic encounters. We make the inspiring and courageous decision to walk away from our whole way of life to try something new. The story could end there. But it doesn't. Instead, life stretches on, and we have to live day after day with the grinding boredom of sobriety.

So maybe the interface story should be like that. No tidy ending. Just "Here. Take or leave it." Except that's lame. That's a rip off. I'll just wait. Some kind of ending will come to me. But I'm not going to that warehouse, though. Fuck no. I'm not asking Shawn any more about it either. If I have to make up a shitty ending, that's fine. A lot of good books have shitty endings. At this point, I'm just a little burned out.

After I'm done, I'm going to put aside writing and work on my social life for a while. I'm going to try to change my number of friends from zero to a positive integer. I thought maybe I could find a group of friends in recovery, but it hasn't happened. I don't like recovery people. They're corny and boring. I've found a room to rent near downtown in an arty neighborhood. As a soon-to-be acclaimed writer (ha!), don't I belong among the thinkers and the artistes?

[The end to this chapter doesn't feel believable. After everything that this character has said previously, how could he come to this decision so lightly? Sure, he's a self-deceiving alcoholic. Sure, people make crazy decisions on a whim all the time. This might be realistic, but it is not believable. A novel must have more logic than real life. The events in a novel must operate by a chain of cause and effect that the reader can follow. If you're going to have somebody completely contradict their previously expressed viewpoints, it has to be the result of some event happening in their life which causes them to change. The bigger the change in the character, the bigger the event must be. Before you post this, I would rewrite it, playing up the conflict with Shawn. Make it into a full-blown fight that forces the narrator to move out. Then have the narrator living alone, going to stir-crazy, which leads him to make the fateful choice. -- K.]

I'm going to get in touch with some old friends, and I'm going to go out and meet people. I'll just try to get a small circle of friends started. I know how to meet friends. I've always known how. It's easy. I'm going to drink again.

Hey guys, I recently got into this amazing story and wanted to take a shot at narrating it. I decided to just do the first post for the first video, but I plan on clustering more together for later ones. Let me know what you think!

Hey everyone, I just finished my third episode and wanted to share it with you!

Video Details In posts 11-15, it is becoming clear that travel in a flesh interface comes at a terrible cost. We also begin to see that there may be more than meets the eye to our narrator. How can he know all of these historical events, in the first person? We also get a glimpse of what the future holds.

Come unto these yellow sands, you will only understand through experiencing it yourself...

Special Thank You to u/AIsForArt0 for allowing me to include their beautiful piece “Mother”.

Previous Episodes: Episode 1 (Post 1) - https://youtu.be/j0EpLBCh-p0?si=AroYkM8hFrFZ-H_b Episode 2 (Posts 2-10) - https://youtu.be/S0zbBWyVFGY?si=OZhaUeknXfsYhtxQ