Personal log. October 20th, 2015. Reality 4/b.

As I suspected the world ended yesterday, like it has done so many times before. I don't know why I expected anything else; a smidgen of hope left or human instinct? Perhaps I thought the fourth iteration would yield different results than the first three. I have lost count of the days I have lived. All I know is that the last world was the first progress of the fourth iteration. How many there will be I do not know.

Me leads this time around were good. I decided not to follow up on the same old cults and televangelist as I have done a few hundred times in a row now. Instead, as soon as I had the mental faculties available to me, I started to study people's dreams. An idea I first had early in the first iteration. It must be thousands of years since then. Not that the concept of time has any value to me.

I was lucky enough to be born after industrialization. This progress saw the invention of computational devices quite early on. That, in itself would not have helped me so much if it was not for the politics that prevailed. My first couple of decades it seemed politics would prevent open communication and sharing of information. But I was able to gather enough data to get a rough idea how much time I had. What I did not anticipate was that most societies opened enough up for me to be able to put together a much larger jigsaw puzzle than I have ever done before.

I have seen globally connected computational devices happen a couple of times before. In both cases it was a matter of a few thousand research devices and I had to jump through some hoops to gain access; let's just say that I have both been a military commander and a scientific researcher. Both of which I am quite ashamed of. I, of course, knew everyone would parish no matter what I did, but I somehow found it upsetting that I would personally be responsible for the undoing of millions of lives.

This time around I would not have to take any part in formal socializing, except for the mundane courtship rituals that were considered proper in this progress. To my amazement the global "Internet" as it were, had almost no limit on access, no matter where I was situated on the planet. Those few security measures where quite easy to circumvent. Formal logic and simple binary calculations opened up every last piece of information available.

Not that I had to dig very deep. I have been labelled a terrorist, revolutionary, a messiah and worse. Now I was just a man with a queer hobby. There were others like me, in fact when I first got started, at age around seven, I found that many of the questions I needed answered had already been dug up by dream enthusiasts. Their goal? Some higher form of enlightenment in the naivist sense. Don’t get me wrong, many of the people I encountered were quite smart, had they put their effort into something more productive, they would have made quite an impact on this progress.