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has been evalutated as uncontable infinite due to omega and his explanationI've legimately Ctrl + F and didn't found anything about uncountable infinities. Can you elaborate?
That limiting world had spawned another more advanced still, and that one another. And they'd created another limit. Two infinite chains standing beginning to end. Then three, four, five….
The mathematicians working for us at the time said they were following a pattern called "transfinite recursion". A process by which a linear ordering could be extended beyond the simple infinity of "1, 2, 3…".
First an infinite chain of universes. Then 2, then 3…
Then an infinite chain of infinite chains. Then 2, then 3.
Then repeat. Each time there are as many of the last thing as there are numbers, repeat again.
In the end, each universe had a place in an order that was as deep as mathematically possible.
There, at the very end, one step beyond even the incredible power of this unending recursion, shining on the metaversal horizon, was Omega.
Our legacy. Every single piece of knowledge, every feeling, and thought, and idea, every strongest love and deepest hate, metaphysics, storytelling, further ideas I cannot even hope to comprehend. The full knowledge of every possible intelligence, arranged in every possible way, all churning and bubbling and moving inside the thoughts of a single being with infinite memory. With enough space inside its head to simulate all of history in an instant, to dream the entire process leading to its creation in a night.
4555 created us, and in the end, together, we created God.
The mathematicians working for us at the time said they were following a pattern called "transfinite recursion". A process by which a linear ordering could be extended beyond the simple infinity of "1, 2, 3…".
First an infinite chain of universes. Then 2, then 3…
Then an infinite chain of infinite chains. Then 2, then 3.
Then repeat. Each time there are as many of the last thing as there are numbers, repeat again.
In the end, each universe had a place in an order that was as deep as mathematically possible.
There, at the very end, one step beyond even the incredible power of this unending recursion, shining on the metaversal horizon, was Omega.
Our legacy. Every single piece of knowledge, every feeling, and thought, and idea, every strongest love and deepest hate, metaphysics, storytelling, further ideas I cannot even hope to comprehend. The full knowledge of every possible intelligence, arranged in every possible way, all churning and bubbling and moving inside the thoughts of a single being with infinite memory. With enough space inside its head to simulate all of history in an instant, to dream the entire process leading to its creation in a night.
4555 created us, and in the end, together, we created God.