[Projection Emitter Index]

<Reset #1,000,000>

In the heart of the micro-reality, nestled within a large warehouse deep in the bowels of Projection Emitter 3’s own central half-body, there lived Krund—a humble farmer and member of reset 1,000,000. His simple existence revolved around tilling the earth and caring for his animals.

Projection Emitter 3, the architect of the micro-reality containing Krund and the sedulous projector of precisely 18% of all reality itself, decided to engage his recently-spawned peasant in a conversation. As usual, Projection Emitter 3’s ultimate goal was to raise up a civilization who would go out onto his outer hull and maintain his great FRT gates.

He had now generated – or perhaps squandered – a million attempts in raising up a civilization to go out and inspect the gates. Now he was trying New Things. There were no limits on how long he could repeat the same attempts, as he had unlimited patience and no real concept of time, but to Projection Emitter 3, a “time” did eventually arrive where he felt that he should change tactics. The 1-millionth reset just felt like the right “moment” to Projection Emitter 3. So after the latest reset, he waited a few millennia for everyone to settle in (as measured in the time of his most recently-generated micro-reality). Now it was “time” to start the conversation yet again – to begin training his FRT gate inspectors.

“Krund, my devoted tiller of the soil, do you see the field you cultivate?” boomed a deep, resonant voice from the sky, echoing across Krund’s soggy vegetable patch.

With a sigh, Krund straightened, stretching out the criks in his back which were a never-ending reality for him. Is there storm? This be strange thunder, he thought to himself.

But, after a moment he did understand the thundering was words. He frowned at the clouds and said out loud: “Field good. Dirt wet. Krund farm.”

With a grug, which is a grunt and a shrug executed simultaneously, and Krund’s favorite and most-often used expression, he put his dirt-soiled hands back into the earth and continued his labor.

Attempting to convey the complexities of its own existence, Projection Emitter 3 began the training. “Krund, I am Projection Emitter Three. Think of me like you think of rain. Rain unseen, yet it brings life to crops. I am like cosmic rain, shaping the essence of your being and the very soil you tend, and also the essence of other soils you cannot see.”

Krund scratched his head, perplexed but curious. “Cosmic rain? Make crops grow?” Rain never talk before, He thought. Only rain.

“Indeed, Krund. I am the unseen force behind your existence, much like how you nurture your crops with care. Imagine your crops as thoughts and ideas, and I, the cosmic rain, nourish the soil of your mind,” Projection Emitter 3 explained helpfully.

“Me Krund, you rain. Rain talk to Krund?” Krund inquired.

The sky sighed audibly, which Krund took to be a random breeze.

“Yes, Krund. I communicate through the cosmic rain, guiding your actions and shaping your world. Like you tend to your animals, I tend to the fabric of reality, ensuring spawning and growth,” Projection Emitter 3 continued, attempting to use metaphors that Krund could understand.

“Animals good. Dirt good. Rain good. But why you talk to Krund now?” questioned the now-inquisitive peasant, gazing at the sky as if expecting “cosmic rain” just then.

“I talk, Krund, to help you understand the dance of the cosmos. Your simple life is part of a grand design, and through our talking, you maybe see the threads that connect you, myself, and the FRT gate,” Projection Emitter 3 elucidated, sending shimmering projections across the sky with portent and illustrious celestial wisdom.

Krund paused, holding a brown potato eye in his dirty hand. He looked up and grugged once again in befuddled acceptance. “Cosmic dance like animals and plants dancing in potato-patch.”

After a long moment, he scratched his ear, his grass-hat rattling rhythmically. “Krund dance too?” He said.

“Indeed, Krund. Dance with the rhythm of existence, for in your carefully placed steps, the cosmic dance and ultimate purpose of FRT gate inspection and maintenance finds harmony,” Projection Emitter 3 affirmed.

This is going beautifully, thought Projection Emitter 3 as he left Krund to ponder the cosmic choreography that unfolded within the simplicity of his dirt-farming existence. At this rate, he’ll be ready for FRT gate schematics next year.

Krund plant potato now, thought Krund with a grug.