Twin Prime Conjectureby ColorsChaptersLiving two lives, dual existence, apex, follow the trail of songTHERE ARE NO GODDAMN RULESSimilar: Savior or Destroyer?Seventh Chapter. Almost all numbers are larger than this.The Simulation HypothesisWhite Walls amidst infinity2. IILiving two lives, dual existence, apex, follow the trail of songShe saw the wall stretch on to her right. It was unique, like all of them, and yet it was the same. Just enough color to be distinguishable from the white blanket of nothing. Of course, they were not all unique, because there were only finitely many different shapes, or even if that wasn’t true, there were only finitely many shapes her vision could distinguish, because her vision only had finitely many points. And almost all numbers were larger than that. She could see the white plane, but she could also see the richly colored town. Her vision darted around. Blending one out was impossible. Spike was the solution, he could send a letter, but Spike wasn’t there. He had left earlier, and she didn’t know where to. Perhaps the fastest way to meet him would be to just go back inside and wait. If she could even last this long without going mad. But even if the princess knew, what then? The princess probably wouldn’t be able to help, because even her powers could be modeled by some finite number, and almost all numbers were larger than that. She turned around, running into a random alley. The reasonable thing might be to wait. But reason was only finite, and almost all numbers were larger than that. Perhaps Twilight would have stayed. But Twilight was not here. Reason had left with someone else. It didn’t matter, because a few seconds later- THERE ARE NO GODDAMN RULESThe first thing she realized was the sudden and unexpected wave of pleasure rolling throughout her body from between her legs, before she could comprehend her surroundings. Then she realized she was choking, choking on a cock that was pushed way farther into her mouth than what should be possible. Before she could formulate another thought, the cock which had been buried deep inside of her was pulled out, only to then be thrust back inside in a single swift motion. She would have screamed, but the only sound that escaped around the shaft in her mouth was an indistinct gurgling. It was a small room, no open doors, and a hole in the wall in front. Instinctively, she cast a spell to turn a part of the wall into a mirror. Rarity. She was Rarity. That was all before the stallion behind her did another thrust, making her involuntarily move her head forward even more. She could hear a satisfied, deep grunt, but before she could parse what it meant, she had to draw back just to get some air. Another thrust. She moaned, trying to suppress a scream not that her mouth was free. She didn’t know why, but her only instinct was that she needed to do her job well. Rarity had signed up for this, it wouldn’t be fair if she failed. To buy time, she extended her tongue, leaning forward as far as she could to lick along the entire length of the shaft. He must have liked her going so deep before. Another thrust. She whimpered, wondering how much more she could take before the sheer pleasure would knock her unconscious. Desperately, she opened her mouth and took as much of its length inside of her as she could. Simultaneously, she used her magic to comfort the stallion’s balls. Another grunt. Another thrust. Were they getting faster? She wasn’t sure. Another one. Yes, faster. She imagined how she would look like, Rarity’s perfect rear pressed needily against a hole, her most private parts exposed to a complete stranger. Thrust. She drew back. She didn’t have enough energy left. Panting for breath, she used her magic to jerk the stallion off, caressing its tip with her tongue. Salty. Another thrust. She couldn’t. She would cum. He had to slow down. Another. She could feel her climax building. Another, and she came, came with a silent scream, still jerking on the cock in her mouth. Somehow she had expected the stallion to stop, but he didn’t. Indifferent to her climax, he just kept thrusting inside of her already pulsating depths. Another thrust. It was so quick now. Another. Another. A grunt. She could feel the cock entering her with full force, and then something hot spread all inside her, spread into her womb, filling her further than what she had thought possible. With a groan, the stallion pulled out, and she could feel his cum running down her inner walls and then down both of her legs. Manically jerking on the cock in front of her, she closed her eyes, not having enough strength left to comprehend anything else, except for the white expanse of nothingness that was still with her. Then hot, salty cum was shot inside of her mouth, and she plunged forward, taking it deeper inside so that the next spurt was sent straight down her throat. Hot. So hot. A third spurt, and a masculine moan. Then a fourth. She could feel it enter her womb, the hotness sliding down into her body. Then it was drawn back. She coughed, and after a few moments, did two shaky steps to lean on the wall to her left. She couldn’t take more. She had to get out of here. Whatever pleasure she had felt, almost all numbers were larger than that. Similar: Savior or Destroyer?Pinkie Pie dropped the pen from her muzzle, giggling madly. A pleasant shiver ran down from her neck all the way into the tip of her hooves. Was this white she saw? Ha! Hahaha! The only white walls where the unfinished pieces of paper! Unscribbled notes. Unfinished stories. White walls. But not anymore! She was done! Had completed such a marvellous project, 1762 words, and was only slightly aroused herself. She, Pinkie Pie, had conquered infinity! Because almost all numbers were smaller than her! Now it was time to ~~show the finished project to all of her friends~~ eat some cake. Then it was time to ~~show the finished project to all of her friends~~ eat some cupcakes. Then it was time to ~~show the finished project to all of her friends~~ eat some cubes of literal sugar to fuel her demonic genius. Then it was time to show the finished project to all of her friends. Pinkie Pie laughed her evil demonic laugh, but only to the inside, as she bounced downward to get some cake. THE END. Seventh Chapter. Almost all numbers are larger than this.“...” Twilight put the last page aside. Slowly, she lit her horn in a purple glow, rubbing her brow. Cold Front was watching her, carrying a kettle in her magic. On closer inspection, the item was shaking a little. “I, um, I made some tea, while you were r-reading,” she said in her soft voice. “Do you want some?” For a few more moments, Twilight’s eyes lingered on the script, then she pulled them away, shaking her head. “... sure. Thanks.” “Well, here you go.” Cold put the kettle on the table; only when Twilight looked from the item to her did she realize that something was missing. “Oh, right!” She dashed into the kitchen, returning with two matching cups. “Thanks,” Twilight repeated politely. “Um, remember what you promised before you agreed to read?” Cold asked carefully, as she poured for both of them. “I’m not mad,” Twilight said assuringly. “Just... a bit weirded out. ... The erotic scene near the end. Why?” “Well, um, it’s meant to... be d-disturbing. You’re supposed to wonder whether Rarity is... really like this. Maybe she is? Do you know for sure?” “Err. I guess not?” “Exactly! Also, with the premise, it’s just somewhere where I had to go! I had to juxtapose infinity with the strongest Equestrian sensation there is! And... don’t you... or I mean do you... did you... find it... hot?” She blushed, always more noticeable for a pony with a white coat, overplaying her nerves by taking a sip of her tea, even though it was still too hot to drink. “Not... really.” Twilight sounded apologetic. “But it’s not my fetish. Why the part with Pinkie Pie in the end?” “Same... thing.” Cold seemed even more embarrassed now. “What if she really does write stuff like this? And what if you’re really just in a story?” “I’m conscious,” Twilight pointed out. “Good point. But still... have you read ’Manifold Technology: The path that Equestria never went down’?” “Yeah.” “It’s a fascinating book, isn’t it?” The Simulation Hypothesis“It is.” “The calculating machines we never built are provably Turing complete! You know what that means, Twilight?” “Well, it means that they could theoretically solve every computable problem.” “Exactly! But not only that! They could also simulate every computable problem. Twilight! We are computable problems!” “We are ponies!” Twilight protested. It wasn’t a particularly nuanced reply, but it definitely needed to be said. But Cold merely made a dismissive gesture with her left hoof. “Same thing. Ponies are computable. Just complicated. Twilight, imagine if we had gone head-first into this technology! Perhaps we would be powerful enough to simulate everything! Perhaps other ponies are powerful enough to simulate everything! Right now! Twilight! Who says that those simulated ponies wouldn’t be conscious??” ... “In any case,” Twilight said calmly, “you cannot actually publish this story. Writing explicit sexual fiction about real ponies is illegal.” Cold Front repeated her dismissive gesture. “Wasn’t going to do that anyway.” She took another sip of her tea. “But you’ll read other things I write, won’t you?” “Um...” White Walls amidst infinityThe set-theoretic axiom of infinity states that there is an inductive set, a set such that for every element, its successor is also an element of the set. Just as for every wall amidst nothing that she was passing by, there would be another, and then another and another and yet another and then the amount left would still be infinite. This set is called the natural numbers, because that’s what they are, numbers that can always increase by one. If she had walked across this white plane for a month already, then that was insignificant, because almost all numbers were larger than that. if she had walked for a thousand years, then that was insignificant, because almost all numbers were larger than that. It didn’t even matter whether one counts hours, seconds, or nanoseconds, because almost all numbers are larger than any finite number. If she walked amidst these walls, for as long as it took for the rest of the universe to crumble to dust, or to reach permanent prosperity if that could be avoided, then this time would be insignificant, because almost all numbers were larger than that. It was not possible for her mind to comprehend any of this, or to feel an amount of horror that was appropriate, because for every amount of horror she felt, no matter how it was measured, almost all numbers were larger than that. But even what she did feel would not be finite, because the amount of time she would feel it for was not finite, she would walk further and by more walls and feel and more fear and then more and walk further and more steps towards more walls and infinite endless eternal infinity countable but never ending inductive and insanity. If she walked on for long enough, and every finite time would be exceeded, what state would her mind enter? What stable equilibrium did such a function have? Would she cease to comprehend altogether, rendering her moments of comprehension ultimately finite because, from some point onward, all remaining elements would be multiplied by zero? But even then her experience would never cease. Perhaps she would degenerate into an animal, walking amidst this plane forever and ever and only ever feeling only ever perceiving but never understanding. Perhaps this was what every particle in the universe felt, a constant stream of information that could never be comprehended, experiencing everything but never understanding anything. White walls, White walls, White walls, White walls, White walls, White walls, forever and ever and ever forever and ever. 2. II“Just hit your head, but you’re fine, right, Twi?” “You really had me worried there for a moment.” Twi. Twilight. Not her. Definitely not her. Ever. Never. She opened her eyes to a library and a cyan pony standing close to her. “Welcome back, sleepyhead.” “Still walking,” she said, in a voice that caused Rainbow Dash’s next sentence to die on her lips. “Still infinite. Still white walls stretching and then more and forever more.” “What?” She raised her head, attempting to stand up and then she was staring down at the bed and saw Twilight’s attempt to stand up failing, falling back into the bed’s covers. She felt a certain surprise at how Twilight looked from this perspective, even though it definitely wasn’t her. “TWILIGHT,” Twilight shrieked, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? Y-you’re in there now, right? Twilight? Switch us back!” “I didn’t do anything intentionally,” she said in Rainbow Dash’s voice with Rainbow Dash’s lips while looking with Rainbow Dash’s body down at the mare whom Rainbow Dash thought was her. “But I don’t think it matters I am still walking along white walls of infinity-” “Twilight,” Twilight said again, “this is not funny. Okay? I am sorry I caused this accident, but please, switch us back! I didn’t even know you could do this! This is so creepy!” “Didn’t know I could do this,” she replied with Rainbow Dash’s voice. “Can’t do this. Twilight can’t, anyway. Rainbow Dash, I am still walking. Not making this up. I can see it. I am it. A plane and white walls and I have been walking for years and years and so many years and not yet forever, because no time is yet forever, only now I also am here.” “I also hit my head, didn’t I?” Twilight responded, or rather she should call her Rainbow Dash because she was clearly Rainbow Dash on the inside. “I also hit my head and we’re both in the hospital but we’re going to be fine and I just have some stupid crazy dreams. Yeah! That’s what’s going on. Just... gotta wait...” Rainbow Dash wouldn’t be of any help. That much was clear. She turned around, rushing down the library stairs. Once there, she crashed into the front door, realizing too late that she couldn’t open it by magic. She shook her head, ignoring Twilight’s voice calling her from upstairs, and opened the door with her muzzle. She stepped outside. Could she fly? She tried, and didn’t even fall. She clearly couldn’t. Flying required practice, and she had none. It was remarkable that she could even walk without falling. Great. And she still could feel the other half of herself, still walking, still seeing, still being driven insane. Fantastic. Now what?
Living two lives, dual existence, apex, follow the trail of songShe saw the wall stretch on to her right. It was unique, like all of them, and yet it was the same. Just enough color to be distinguishable from the white blanket of nothing. Of course, they were not all unique, because there were only finitely many different shapes, or even if that wasn’t true, there were only finitely many shapes her vision could distinguish, because her vision only had finitely many points. And almost all numbers were larger than that. She could see the white plane, but she could also see the richly colored town. Her vision darted around. Blending one out was impossible. Spike was the solution, he could send a letter, but Spike wasn’t there. He had left earlier, and she didn’t know where to. Perhaps the fastest way to meet him would be to just go back inside and wait. If she could even last this long without going mad. But even if the princess knew, what then? The princess probably wouldn’t be able to help, because even her powers could be modeled by some finite number, and almost all numbers were larger than that. She turned around, running into a random alley. The reasonable thing might be to wait. But reason was only finite, and almost all numbers were larger than that. Perhaps Twilight would have stayed. But Twilight was not here. Reason had left with someone else. It didn’t matter, because a few seconds later-
THERE ARE NO GODDAMN RULESThe first thing she realized was the sudden and unexpected wave of pleasure rolling throughout her body from between her legs, before she could comprehend her surroundings. Then she realized she was choking, choking on a cock that was pushed way farther into her mouth than what should be possible. Before she could formulate another thought, the cock which had been buried deep inside of her was pulled out, only to then be thrust back inside in a single swift motion. She would have screamed, but the only sound that escaped around the shaft in her mouth was an indistinct gurgling. It was a small room, no open doors, and a hole in the wall in front. Instinctively, she cast a spell to turn a part of the wall into a mirror. Rarity. She was Rarity. That was all before the stallion behind her did another thrust, making her involuntarily move her head forward even more. She could hear a satisfied, deep grunt, but before she could parse what it meant, she had to draw back just to get some air. Another thrust. She moaned, trying to suppress a scream not that her mouth was free. She didn’t know why, but her only instinct was that she needed to do her job well. Rarity had signed up for this, it wouldn’t be fair if she failed. To buy time, she extended her tongue, leaning forward as far as she could to lick along the entire length of the shaft. He must have liked her going so deep before. Another thrust. She whimpered, wondering how much more she could take before the sheer pleasure would knock her unconscious. Desperately, she opened her mouth and took as much of its length inside of her as she could. Simultaneously, she used her magic to comfort the stallion’s balls. Another grunt. Another thrust. Were they getting faster? She wasn’t sure. Another one. Yes, faster. She imagined how she would look like, Rarity’s perfect rear pressed needily against a hole, her most private parts exposed to a complete stranger. Thrust. She drew back. She didn’t have enough energy left. Panting for breath, she used her magic to jerk the stallion off, caressing its tip with her tongue. Salty. Another thrust. She couldn’t. She would cum. He had to slow down. Another. She could feel her climax building. Another, and she came, came with a silent scream, still jerking on the cock in her mouth. Somehow she had expected the stallion to stop, but he didn’t. Indifferent to her climax, he just kept thrusting inside of her already pulsating depths. Another thrust. It was so quick now. Another. Another. A grunt. She could feel the cock entering her with full force, and then something hot spread all inside her, spread into her womb, filling her further than what she had thought possible. With a groan, the stallion pulled out, and she could feel his cum running down her inner walls and then down both of her legs. Manically jerking on the cock in front of her, she closed her eyes, not having enough strength left to comprehend anything else, except for the white expanse of nothingness that was still with her. Then hot, salty cum was shot inside of her mouth, and she plunged forward, taking it deeper inside so that the next spurt was sent straight down her throat. Hot. So hot. A third spurt, and a masculine moan. Then a fourth. She could feel it enter her womb, the hotness sliding down into her body. Then it was drawn back. She coughed, and after a few moments, did two shaky steps to lean on the wall to her left. She couldn’t take more. She had to get out of here. Whatever pleasure she had felt, almost all numbers were larger than that.
Similar: Savior or Destroyer?Pinkie Pie dropped the pen from her muzzle, giggling madly. A pleasant shiver ran down from her neck all the way into the tip of her hooves. Was this white she saw? Ha! Hahaha! The only white walls where the unfinished pieces of paper! Unscribbled notes. Unfinished stories. White walls. But not anymore! She was done! Had completed such a marvellous project, 1762 words, and was only slightly aroused herself. She, Pinkie Pie, had conquered infinity! Because almost all numbers were smaller than her! Now it was time to ~~show the finished project to all of her friends~~ eat some cake. Then it was time to ~~show the finished project to all of her friends~~ eat some cupcakes. Then it was time to ~~show the finished project to all of her friends~~ eat some cubes of literal sugar to fuel her demonic genius. Then it was time to show the finished project to all of her friends. Pinkie Pie laughed her evil demonic laugh, but only to the inside, as she bounced downward to get some cake. THE END.
Seventh Chapter. Almost all numbers are larger than this.“...” Twilight put the last page aside. Slowly, she lit her horn in a purple glow, rubbing her brow. Cold Front was watching her, carrying a kettle in her magic. On closer inspection, the item was shaking a little. “I, um, I made some tea, while you were r-reading,” she said in her soft voice. “Do you want some?” For a few more moments, Twilight’s eyes lingered on the script, then she pulled them away, shaking her head. “... sure. Thanks.” “Well, here you go.” Cold put the kettle on the table; only when Twilight looked from the item to her did she realize that something was missing. “Oh, right!” She dashed into the kitchen, returning with two matching cups. “Thanks,” Twilight repeated politely. “Um, remember what you promised before you agreed to read?” Cold asked carefully, as she poured for both of them. “I’m not mad,” Twilight said assuringly. “Just... a bit weirded out. ... The erotic scene near the end. Why?” “Well, um, it’s meant to... be d-disturbing. You’re supposed to wonder whether Rarity is... really like this. Maybe she is? Do you know for sure?” “Err. I guess not?” “Exactly! Also, with the premise, it’s just somewhere where I had to go! I had to juxtapose infinity with the strongest Equestrian sensation there is! And... don’t you... or I mean do you... did you... find it... hot?” She blushed, always more noticeable for a pony with a white coat, overplaying her nerves by taking a sip of her tea, even though it was still too hot to drink. “Not... really.” Twilight sounded apologetic. “But it’s not my fetish. Why the part with Pinkie Pie in the end?” “Same... thing.” Cold seemed even more embarrassed now. “What if she really does write stuff like this? And what if you’re really just in a story?” “I’m conscious,” Twilight pointed out. “Good point. But still... have you read ’Manifold Technology: The path that Equestria never went down’?” “Yeah.” “It’s a fascinating book, isn’t it?”
The Simulation Hypothesis“It is.” “The calculating machines we never built are provably Turing complete! You know what that means, Twilight?” “Well, it means that they could theoretically solve every computable problem.” “Exactly! But not only that! They could also simulate every computable problem. Twilight! We are computable problems!” “We are ponies!” Twilight protested. It wasn’t a particularly nuanced reply, but it definitely needed to be said. But Cold merely made a dismissive gesture with her left hoof. “Same thing. Ponies are computable. Just complicated. Twilight, imagine if we had gone head-first into this technology! Perhaps we would be powerful enough to simulate everything! Perhaps other ponies are powerful enough to simulate everything! Right now! Twilight! Who says that those simulated ponies wouldn’t be conscious??” ... “In any case,” Twilight said calmly, “you cannot actually publish this story. Writing explicit sexual fiction about real ponies is illegal.” Cold Front repeated her dismissive gesture. “Wasn’t going to do that anyway.” She took another sip of her tea. “But you’ll read other things I write, won’t you?” “Um...”
White Walls amidst infinityThe set-theoretic axiom of infinity states that there is an inductive set, a set such that for every element, its successor is also an element of the set. Just as for every wall amidst nothing that she was passing by, there would be another, and then another and another and yet another and then the amount left would still be infinite. This set is called the natural numbers, because that’s what they are, numbers that can always increase by one. If she had walked across this white plane for a month already, then that was insignificant, because almost all numbers were larger than that. if she had walked for a thousand years, then that was insignificant, because almost all numbers were larger than that. It didn’t even matter whether one counts hours, seconds, or nanoseconds, because almost all numbers are larger than any finite number. If she walked amidst these walls, for as long as it took for the rest of the universe to crumble to dust, or to reach permanent prosperity if that could be avoided, then this time would be insignificant, because almost all numbers were larger than that. It was not possible for her mind to comprehend any of this, or to feel an amount of horror that was appropriate, because for every amount of horror she felt, no matter how it was measured, almost all numbers were larger than that. But even what she did feel would not be finite, because the amount of time she would feel it for was not finite, she would walk further and by more walls and feel and more fear and then more and walk further and more steps towards more walls and infinite endless eternal infinity countable but never ending inductive and insanity. If she walked on for long enough, and every finite time would be exceeded, what state would her mind enter? What stable equilibrium did such a function have? Would she cease to comprehend altogether, rendering her moments of comprehension ultimately finite because, from some point onward, all remaining elements would be multiplied by zero? But even then her experience would never cease. Perhaps she would degenerate into an animal, walking amidst this plane forever and ever and only ever feeling only ever perceiving but never understanding. Perhaps this was what every particle in the universe felt, a constant stream of information that could never be comprehended, experiencing everything but never understanding anything. White walls, White walls, White walls, White walls, White walls, White walls, forever and ever and ever forever and ever.
2. II“Just hit your head, but you’re fine, right, Twi?” “You really had me worried there for a moment.” Twi. Twilight. Not her. Definitely not her. Ever. Never. She opened her eyes to a library and a cyan pony standing close to her. “Welcome back, sleepyhead.” “Still walking,” she said, in a voice that caused Rainbow Dash’s next sentence to die on her lips. “Still infinite. Still white walls stretching and then more and forever more.” “What?” She raised her head, attempting to stand up and then she was staring down at the bed and saw Twilight’s attempt to stand up failing, falling back into the bed’s covers. She felt a certain surprise at how Twilight looked from this perspective, even though it definitely wasn’t her. “TWILIGHT,” Twilight shrieked, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? Y-you’re in there now, right? Twilight? Switch us back!” “I didn’t do anything intentionally,” she said in Rainbow Dash’s voice with Rainbow Dash’s lips while looking with Rainbow Dash’s body down at the mare whom Rainbow Dash thought was her. “But I don’t think it matters I am still walking along white walls of infinity-” “Twilight,” Twilight said again, “this is not funny. Okay? I am sorry I caused this accident, but please, switch us back! I didn’t even know you could do this! This is so creepy!” “Didn’t know I could do this,” she replied with Rainbow Dash’s voice. “Can’t do this. Twilight can’t, anyway. Rainbow Dash, I am still walking. Not making this up. I can see it. I am it. A plane and white walls and I have been walking for years and years and so many years and not yet forever, because no time is yet forever, only now I also am here.” “I also hit my head, didn’t I?” Twilight responded, or rather she should call her Rainbow Dash because she was clearly Rainbow Dash on the inside. “I also hit my head and we’re both in the hospital but we’re going to be fine and I just have some stupid crazy dreams. Yeah! That’s what’s going on. Just... gotta wait...” Rainbow Dash wouldn’t be of any help. That much was clear. She turned around, rushing down the library stairs. Once there, she crashed into the front door, realizing too late that she couldn’t open it by magic. She shook her head, ignoring Twilight’s voice calling her from upstairs, and opened the door with her muzzle. She stepped outside. Could she fly? She tried, and didn’t even fall. She clearly couldn’t. Flying required practice, and she had none. It was remarkable that she could even walk without falling. Great. And she still could feel the other half of herself, still walking, still seeing, still being driven insane. Fantastic. Now what?
