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UR SLATE / SECTION IX - 17463.space/ur_slate_sec9.png

UR SLATE / DISTRANS TELEKOMM REPORT - 17463.space/ur.txt

2021.09 OBSERVATION REPORT: The last few weeks have been even more fruitful than we could have ever imagined, and discovering how to induce the Slate into consistent reactivity with an early-water mixture was only the beginning. On September 3, we were able to begin running some of the data we've recorded through a program we designed (well, modified, it used to be for breaking ciphers in code and symbol languages), and almost immediately we began to see patterns - recurrent and fugue-like phrases, always centering around the number six. Backwards and forwards, and the more data we have, the larger these patterns become - huge, overarching linear motion that always follows some designed envelope.

We talked a whole lot between ourselves about what this could all mean - was it simply a measured, 1:1 reaction to the primordial seawater? Even if it was, why would it manifest sound and vibration in such a way? There are always so many more questions that crop up, the moment we find a thread to pull on. We compared the numbers and shapes we were getting from our analysis to everything we could think of cross-referencing it with - the ice shelf in the antarctic, from which this infernal object was excavated back in the fifties...the weather patterns down there...elevation level, with even primordial numbers estimated from ice drilling...nothing seemed to line up, at least not from the natural world.

This was the turning point, when we realized we couldn't look at whatever this Slate was doing as something meant for our world - it was clearly not of this Earth, perhaps not even of this time, so we began to consider this data as serving other purposes. It's basically a numerical and vibrational data generator with an on/off switch between active and inert states. The switch is looking for a specific type of chemical mixture in order to activate itself, in this case, something resembling the presumed state of the Earth's oceans in the Precambrian era. Someone mentioned a reference from Star Trek, where a device was created and sent to an inhospitable world with the express purpose of changing the atmosphere in order to facilitate human-favorable living conditions. The "Genesis Device" it was called - eerily similar to some of the tone and themes etched into the sides of this thing.

So, you are some kind of an advanced being or race, and you've sent this thing, basically a source of generative output, to a place like Earth in the distant past. Knowing that surely no one who interacts with this device will know what to do with it, it must be designed to work automatically. So we're this far, and the machine is working, but towards what end? We began to visually draw out the numerical data as a series of points, with the amount of time passing between distinct tonal events input as measurements of length. A young Distrans intern, who happened to be dropping off our coffee for the day on Sept 16, saw the number sets on a whiteboard and offhandedly remarked that we should try to plug the data into a 3-D printer, just to see what it would make. After we rolled our eyes and laughed at his comment about how "cool it might look," we all quietly realized there may be something to the idea. Like kids on Christmas morning, bounding downstairs to see what Santa brought them in the night, we all wordlessly gathered around the mid-scale printer in the control room after I routed a few paragraphs of the numbers into the system.

The printer arm began to print out lots and lots of little hexagons, under 1 centimeter thick, some of them with one or more triangular sections of the hex a little thicker or a little thinner, sort of like a stepped-height pie graph, but with all the steps in a non-linear order. As the machine went on, we realized these were pieces of something, meant to fit together like a puzzle, building blocks of some kind of container? Another machine? We'd need to spend some serious time looking at this new physical assemblage of shapes and depths. For what it's worth, the Slate is still outputting data, so whatever this...thing...is, it's not a completed work.

So as I type this report, we're officially playing the hurry up and wait game of recording what the Slate outputs, translating it in our program and relaying it into the 3-D printer's brain. There's an entire other report I need to make regarding the ninth section of etchings on the Slate, but I will mention it here as it seems to once again feel as if we're doing what the Slate wants us to do, or worse, that none of us have had any choice in the matter at all, that all of the Slate's abstracted notions of creation and predestination are completely and unstoppably true.

"In their absent movements they stumbled into their progress, absorbing and organizing everything, all matter transfigured into lines, depths, heights, structures and paths between, in unison"

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