Deep beneath Mr. McGregor’s radish garden, a Great Old One sleeps fitfully, feeding upon the psychic energies of a tortoise in a waistcoat, who, to win the forbidden love of a robotic hedgehog, has gone meta enough to faintly reflect the Old One’s psychic energies. Ry’leh’s infinite depths plumb but one degree of madness, and there are infinitely many more…
You hit the three continuities, but I’m not seeing the rationalist connection. For that matter, I don’t see it in mine either, except in that it’s a simulationist setup, which is weirdness-exercise but not directly rationalist.
Deep beneath Mr. McGregor’s radish garden, a Great Old One sleeps fitfully, feeding upon the psychic energies of a tortoise in a waistcoat, who, to win the forbidden love of a robotic hedgehog, has gone meta enough to faintly reflect the Old One’s psychic energies. Ry’leh’s infinite depths plumb but one degree of madness, and there are infinitely many more…
You hit the three continuities, but I’m not seeing the rationalist connection. For that matter, I don’t see it in mine either, except in that it’s a simulationist setup, which is weirdness-exercise but not directly rationalist.