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The Typo Myth
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There once lived cyreal creatures who belonged to the typochasauros specie. They lived in a cyreal universe deeply buried in cyber space. These beings were merely energy based creatures. Their exact nature and origins were never fully understood. They were like some sort of spirits. Some think that typos were some sort of shadows to humans (or other physical) beings. Typos lived on energy which was lost in form of inherent inefficiency in cyber-space. As humans used more and more computers and communication systems, more and more typos could cyexist, striving on lost energy.
Energy based, typos did not have bodies or gender, no shapes or voices, they would not eat or drink and they would not go to the toilet. They would only do those real activities solely in a cyreal way. All typos did was to type and type and chat all day and night with one another! They had vast imaginations and the word "lie" did not exist in their vocabulary, simply because they did not have -never knew another word, "truth".
Their cyreal ideas and (words) were their only truth. They made friends and even fell in love with one another and never betrayed their friends or lovers, for neither betrayal nor loyalty existed in their vocabulary. A typochasauros could have as many identities as it wished, could be in love with as many fellow cyreal creatures as could count or remember. A typo could just dump its lover with a key stroke, and say that the cyreal connection was broken, not in the form of an apology, for apology never cyexisted nor was it expected. Betrayal was not there, so nor was wrong or right. What a typo did was right. And what a typo said was true. And there was no means of proving otherwise.
Typos communicated through complex mental quanta. They expressed cyreal emotions in the same way they chatted with one another. Their emotions were just as real or cyreal as one could imagine. There was no way of disputing a cyreal emotion.
A typo’s existence (cyexistence) was one of choice. A typo could cyexist for as long as it wished. When it went off the cyreal lines, it was like going to sleep, when you -or others- never knew if you will ever wake up again. No one knew. Typos would suddenly miss one of them and it may or may never come back. And when it did come back, there was no way of knowing whether it was the same typo or not. A typo would one day come under a new identity and claim to its assumed former cymates it was another typo that they had known for long.
They had to take its claim at face value, cyreally of course. To complicate things even more, typos had those kind of balls they held for fun, where they would pretend they were other typos. The balls only proved the basic cyreality that typos do not really exist in fact. Their very existence was highly questionable. For stating that a typo really existed would imply that a truth or a fact could be stated or proved, while in the typo universe only arcyfacts (bent cyreal facts) could cyexist.
Then one day, came a prince. Again, there was no way to say the prince was really a prince, or if it was a princess or just a rat. All typos had, up till that time, were their communicated mental images. The prince said it was a prince, so no one would argue with that. The prince studied the cyreal typo ways and started interpreting typos behavior and statements and noticed they did not always conform to logic. The important thing which attracted the prince’s attention was not lying as such, but was the lack of lying. The lack of truth. The prince realised that all typos had, was but their word. And if typos lied all the time, typos existence was a big lie. The inability to detect a lie was monstrously painful. Nevertheless, the prince did not claim its sincerity, for the same reason, the prince never had a way to assure even itself of it. But the prince believed that in the current cyreal setting, all is rendered meaningless.
In search of a meaningful cyexistence, the prince started to classify statements into three different categories: a statement would be false if it did not agree with logic. But mostly, a statement would be chat if it had not -so far- disagreed with logic. A third category arose for statements the prince would classify as quality. Quality statements, agreed with logic so much such that they could be temporarily considered as facts until proved otherwise. Quality statements were used to infer quality or qualify other statements to fall into a certain category. And with that kind of logic, the prince started making conclusions about the truthfulness of its fellow typos’ statements.
Moreover, the prince did not agree to all the cyreal self-imposed rules and started arguing for their validity. The prince still believed that the truth could never be asserted. But that did not mean that a lie could not be detected. The prince started with a simple algorithm of logic which, it argued, could detect lies in the cyreal world to a great degree of accuracy. The algorithm relied on several logical techniques which it used to achieve that purpose.
The prince first argued that if a typo made a statement (A). One could not immediately say if it was true or false. But, if one knew a typo quite well, one could always try to cross-examine the typo’s statements against one another. If the typo’s statements conflicted with one another, one could place a low level of confidence on their validity.
Also, if it knew that one of the following statements (B, C and D) MUST be true, and if (A) was opposite to (B, C and D), then (A) is most likely false. Not that one could prove for sure which of (B, C or D) is actually true. There is still a great world of uncertainty in the Cyreal universe, but you can at least form a set of statements, one of which must be true.
Also, time remained as a constraint that still existed in the cyreal world. That was the only dimension that remained there. Time marks were assumed to be true. One could then, by fine time analysis, gather evidence for or against a certain statement which did or did not seem to have a normal time behavior. As time went by, the prince logical techniques were growing more and more complex. Finally, the prince landed on a technique which it called logical cloning or cycloning. The prince, feeding past communication of a certain typo, to a cyclone generator, would form a clone (cyclone) to that typo. And because that cyclone was a slave typo, the prince could use the clone to test the original typos statements. The cycloning technique was improving all the time, that advanced cyclone versions could learn as it chatted.
It was unfortunate that the prince’s research showed that typos lied all the time. The prince did not hate lying as much as it hated the concept that all typos did not know that they lied and been lied to all the time. To all typochasauros community, lying was never understood or - detected. About the same time came a princess of magic. Again, there was no way to say that the princess of magic was really a princess or that she mastered magic that well. The princess could have just as well been another rat. No real way of finding out. Only cyreally so. The princess argued that typos needed more than this limited form of cyexistence. It argued that cyreal typos were so much fun and all, that they deserved a higher form of existence, similar to that of another specie that lived in a nearby real universe which typos always heard existed. That was the real universe of humans. Humans, they heard, had bodies and shapes, voices and they ate and drank and went regularly to toilets. They had real sex and they actively reproduced. The princess saw a danger in typos being so absorbed in their own cyreality, that they noticed little of the threats the nearby humans posed on them. Humans in a way, controlled the cyreal world which basically relied on human computing and communication apparatus inefficiency. If one day humans managed to devise more efficient systems, typos will have their energy supply threatened.
Changing the way this apparatus is engineered could mean that typos could lose the media they use to communicate. Typos would then immediately cease to cyexist. The princess called on all typos that they better get their act together and start providing for their own existence by acquiring physical forms of existence.
But doing that, the prince argued, would entail that typos will soon lose their identities, and hence, will still cease to cyexist as typos anyway. The princess, however, was not short of magic solutions to that. She one day came -cyreally- to a cyreal meeting and showed its fellow typos a magic potion she had just developed for that purpose.
The magic potion, she promised, will enable typos to haunt humans through computer and communication lines. Typos will then be able to have a dual form of existence. They could stay cyreal most of the time, but whenever the need should arise, they could just haunt a human, thus turning into human form if they need to protect their other cyexistence. To the prince, that imposed even a dimmer cyreality. If typos went around haunting humans, they will soon be noticed and humans may find a way to rid themselves of these colonizing energies . Also, going into the human world with no knowledge of lying, they will soon be caught since they have little experience in saying or knowing the truth, and the result may be a quicker end, a pre-emptive strike by humans who may just ban the typos communication apparatus considering them an infectious parasite that must be eradicated. The prince argued that if typos wanted to go to the human world, they must first be armed with the ability to distinguish between a lie and a truth. They have to learn what a lie is.
What happened was a euphoria where all typos, including the prince, took that potion and started to have this dual form of existence. It was not long before more and more typos started to find out they could not cope with a world where lies existed -could be detected, that is. Most typos wanted to go back to their cyreal existence for good, for there no lies cyexisted. That turned out to be impossible. Although typos, by using the magic potion, could still change back and forth and go to their original world, they would come back contaminated with some ideas of how lying worked and how to detect lies. It was ironic, that what the prince had proposed, would have also got them to the same bitter end, only quicker. Typos started fighting with one another over lying. Cyber lovers started finding out what cheating meant and jealousy started to develop. Gradually, typos started acquiring real emotions and they suddenly felt they could not handle their original world either. One day, in a massive ceremony, all typos committed suicide. They all crashed their own terminals and wiped out the media which they used to communicate. Those of them who still maintained their human nature, lived on - tortured, by memories of a cyreal world, where no lies or toilets existed.
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