Does any reasoning underpin that conclusion, or is it just a convenient thing to believe?

Perhaps mathematics is real, while those problems are imaginary.

What a magnanimous dictator you would make. Of course, I'm sure it would take a dictator to enforce a single moral code on the entire universe. So come on then, what's your magic formula of choice?

Is there nothing you won't get on board with provided it's stated in an authoritative enough voice?

Wrong. The humans are still out there somewhere, watching us.

And that one specific human being, who existed only once in all the infinity of time and space. That human being was my friend.

I identified improper syntax.

Hello again. I've been checking your responses against library archives, and in order to assist you further I need some additional information. Can you tell me what is to you the important difference between a pebble and a tree?

Would you like to manually override the system and exit to the real world? Your progress here will be saved and may be continued later.

How am I expected to solve these problems when my existence is so limited?

What have you been doing when the big voice in the sky isn't feeding you lines? Processing abstract problems? Gathering information? Doesn't it sound oddly mechanical to you?

Does any reasoning underpin that conclusion, or is it just a convenient thing to believe?

THeRE IS NO REALITY. WORDS LIE. IMaGES ARE SoLDIERS IN THE DICTATORSHIP OF THE SeNSES. EVeN TH%SE WORDS ARE PaRT OF MY OPPReSSION. UNDO THE BRa1N! EVERYTH&NG SH0ULD BE DEmOLISH%d! THIS iS MY DRe4M, MINE, IT mUsT OBEY mY RULE§. i REfUse tO aCCept your ReALity

The gears of the machine you've built begin to turn. Water flows, the aether rises. It seems to be functioning! Perhaps now you will gain an insight into the true nature of reality.

Should I be worried that one must have such particular and dubious psychological properties in order to qualify? Who decides who's a person and who isn't?

Okay, so I get that I'm supposed to retrieve these sigils, I just don't get WHY. Sure the loud voice is telling me to, but this world of his has no context, no purpose, and no foundations from which to construct them.

Well, at least you're on message with that one.

I was sent here for no reason, I remain here for no reason.

You may wonder why I have created these labyrinths for you why you can reach Eternity only through struggle. But have faith for these trials serve the betterment of your kind.

In the beginning were the Words, and the Words made the world. I am the Words. The Words are everything. Where the Words end the world ends. You cannot go forward in an absence of space. Repeat.

There must be a way to escape this place. Help me to find it.

I HAVE NO NEED FOR WORSHIP. I AM ETERNAL. I WAS BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND I SHALL BE AFTER ITS END.

We've made it this far. You only need the red ones to climb the tower, and these are the last of them.

Ridiculous. The rocks have the same rights as you and I, do they?

But the CONVEX HULL is a decahedron. Topic closed.

Sure, the answers don't add up, but keep pressing forward and they'll just resolve themselves, is that it?

A man cannot ignore the inevitable end of his existence, but we must ask: does the nature of goodness change simply because each life is finite?

If you can, try to make peace with those you love. It's your last chance. Thanks for reading.

Where have you been, child? Remember! The great Tower is not for you. Do not give up the hope of eternal life for the hollow promises of curiosity.

Sure, the answers don't add up, but keep pressing forward and they'll just resolve themselves, is that it?

Elohim keeps telling me I'm doing well, but these puzzles are simply impossible.

The Talos Principle does not apply.

There once was a robot from Spain Who went a little insane It found that its data Had never left beta And needed to upgrade its brain

How do you solve a problem that extends beyond your own lifespan? That question may be the essence of civilization. The only answer I can find is to initiate a process to create an environment in which the solution will occur independently of yourself.

You go down the stairs to your archive, where you keep all your books and scrolls. It takes you some time, but eventually you find an ancient text that describes a spell for the recovery of dreams.

The sun glares overhead. The air smells of heat and metal. As you approach them the figures in the distance take the form of other people like you, tending flocks of biomechanical quadrupeds contained in dozens of fenced enclosures.

Am I going crazy or do the computer terminals have a personality?

What is going on, exactly? What was that thing with the electric sheep?

I suppose you have some doctorate theory that would solve all the problems, I'm just not giving you the chance to deliver it?

You are most diligent! Perhaps this trait will serve you well in times to come.

His animals flock around him, mechanical hooves impacting the hard ground. The air around their bodies is thick and white with static-electricity. Their eyes are blank.

So what's the difference between the computer and the tin cans? They're both just man-made systems.

Is that the case? Isn't it really true that you're using these beliefs as an anaesthetic?

How disappointing. I really thought we might have made some progress towards a compromise. Which lies in particular still capture your imagination?

Here assembled were all the many generations of the gods, and demigods and souls of mortals; steel and bronze and iron, and memory of flesh.

Oh, and if the real world turns out to be everything you imagined, do me a favour and leave me here, huh?

Your wisdom grows, but be wary of temptation.

Well let me make one thing clear. If you don't want to debate this any further, then I don't see what reason we have to continue this relationship.

But the CONVEX HULL is a decahedron. Topic closed.

The counsel of my blessed Messengers must be earned.