+different versions of me in Vagabond Inn, in different rooms that couldn't be distinguished because they had the same number, maybe the Inn had been designed that way to hide people from the cops because we live in a police state and I never noticed; couldn't tell if the air conditioner might be a siren, and I thought it might actually _depend_ on my interpretation (whereas in the physical world, it was always an air conditioner, and I was misinterpreting it as a siren; compare how I thought the crosswalk beeping was like a premonition of my hospital death)
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+BABSCon someone might die because of the conservation law, but it probably wouldn't be me
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+"Someone is going to die, and it's not going to be me!"
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+there might be _separate_ An Algorithmic Lucidity and Scintillating But Ultimately Untrue Thought meetups, and one of them, someone who had been gaslit into thinking they were me would attend, and maybe he would get killed instead, if the party; or maybe there would be a scandal in the newspapers about a confrontation in the bathroom, and there would be a trial
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+some subset of my crowd is in harmony with human nature
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+getting out of dodge, being tempted to write a cryptic email introducing my rationality friends to Blanchard et al.
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+tempted to make a collage of papers of the bad parts of the world, like a CAPTChA
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+misinterpreting the interpretation of my makeup, hairpiece &c. layout, and the blog summary clipped photo, as like a task that humans completing little comptuation tasks to avoid starvation several hundred years hence (with some measure), but also
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+my followers bidding with Facebook Likes on my status update for the right to go to the party, and return something they had stolen from me, in exchange for a concession; maybe that was what had happened to Michael O. Church; people threatened him to take the posts down
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+misinterpreting Arina's text as from the future
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+wasn't sure if I smelled shit on the MAX train, but later Anna smelled it too, in a different place
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+Dap and the headphones, tell her you're from Frisco; where I come from
+MAX Yellow light
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+buying an extra phone charger, not wanting to get caught
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+Wells Fargo courtesy call, wanting to give the man a gift for his daughter, modeling myself as a packet, leaving notes for myself, &c.