Gears begin to assemble again as the logic of the answer plays out. This time, they are translucent, speculative, overlapping one another in constantly vibrating superpositions, unrealized possibilities. The longer the calculation proceeds, the bigger the whorl of gears, the more lit with pure, tooth-aching light it is, the more closely it resembles the shape behind the emerald wall.
The possibilities are vast, though not endless, and the weight of them, all of them being held simultaneously in a single consciousness, grows exponentially with each second. The human brain, sophisticated a computer as it is, possesses only so much processing power, and one threaded calculation becomes clear among the rest: waiting for the answer will see it exceed the space the brain alots for thoughts, and begin occupying other areas. Memory. Personality. Breath. How much of himself is Near willing to give, to grasp the enormity of all possible ramifications of that choice?
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The possibilities are vast, though not endless, and the weight of them, all of them being held simultaneously in a single consciousness, grows exponentially with each second. The human brain, sophisticated a computer as it is, possesses only so much processing power, and one threaded calculation becomes clear among the rest: waiting for the answer will see it exceed the space the brain alots for thoughts, and begin occupying other areas. Memory. Personality. Breath. How much of himself is Near willing to give, to grasp the enormity of all possible ramifications of that choice?