Does it still works?

I think it still functional

The capacitors may not be th best but none has blown out yet, so we're safe for now. but its clear this old machine its not on its peak efficiency

Anyway, ive seen to be lost and this is my only way of communicating

The controls are old

I've managed to find some basic functionality, this machine seens to log my toughts, i cant erase or modify old entries, but i can format new ones. i may use this for note taking for the moment.

edit: i figured out how to edit, lol

Here's the weird thing about editing, i dont remember prior edits, the text above, i dont remember how it was before the edit note. it justs always had this note. but it can't be, I did that note.

Ok, so i just gotta be careful how i change texts.

So... who did this?

I dont know, seeing that i can edit out memories. it may be possible that i just forgot...

but its just too neat for that, i have some guides on how to navigate in my imediate surrounds. it might be a simple interface, but it dosent seen acidental. if this is not my first time here then I organized a knowledge base here but didn't include a personal log. or someone else organized this place here.

either way, Im still stuck here. I may not be the only one here. but it does seen like it.

Cool stuff i've found!

I have found some old icons in the files here.

Pretty cool stuff.

After all, where am I?

I have managed to "get out", although I dont think i am physically moving, walls of text just appears before me. with words, taughts that arent mine.

it didnt look like mine at least, both in writing content and visual style.

whoever that was it didnt read like it was stuck here. could it be me?

After messign about with file types I figured how to make photos of this place. it takes a while, this computer can't really handle a lot.

So, I went to the same text space I was before to capture what i saw

Really? I almost fried this computer for this? i guess i'll avoid taking pictures unless necessary!

What am I, after all?

"don't think about it, there is more important thing to do"

Thats what I kept telling myself. but after the initial shock has passed I keep coming back, specially after seeing other texts of walls. they dont sound or look like me... i dont even know what i look like

"I don't have a body"

I can't see others but i also can't see myself. i cannot feel, I cannot taste, but i can form toughts and write then down.

people might be all around me but i dont know. and they might now know im here. the only proof of myself is this text and the mark of the existence of others are theirs texts.

Here's the thing that I can't seen to understant. if theses walls of text are supposed to represent other beings who otherwise can't directly communicate with each other, then, why these others texts are seen to be treated as places? not as a comunnication facilitator.

What i see is limited by what is written or drawn. but to others is seens like a small space that you come and go. this entire vast place that i can't see to leave is only a fraction to others