conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Have you ever been in awe?  I'm not going to get super scientific. I can't and I won't.  It would take away from the majesty of it all. A certain life, spanning forward and backward, from white hot starts and pitch black frozen endings. 
  
  Life is like that, and Nicholas Heybourne's life was no different. Decision after decision, each causal event bending into the next, the true fear of the unknown tomorrow. It was art. Devine fingerprint of a complicated universe. Beginning, middle, and end. Chapter and verse. All the noise and nonsense spread over a particular thread of a woven complicated eternity. 
  
  Every life is that. Awe striking, but you get to witness the infinity of Nicholas Heybourne. Better strap in. 
  
  Nicholas Heybourne is dead. 
  
  But what is death in an infinite universe. If he existed before, why does it end?  What defines a certain souls beginning. Was he there at the Big Bang or the signing at Appomattox Courthouse?  Was he watching the dinosaurs or flying a rocket to Saturn?  What does stretching out a lifetime of infinity truly ever mean?
  
  Questions?  You may have some, but so do I. Getting the answers is the trick. The kind of accomplishment that puts your face on a plaque or they teach about you in school one day, maybe both. If anyone were to know it would be Nicholas Heybourne, the man with the infinite time line. 
  
  The human life, a tiny drop of universal time stored in the flurry of electrons and neurotransmitter soup. It holds it all, and in the infinity room you can eat and taste and touch and remember all the things he had ever done. But how he connects events is different than you or I perceive things. A strand connects a strand. Over and over. Rinse and repeat. Wax on, wax off. Et cetera, et cetera. 
  
  
  
  
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grit. : Life has a keen interest in keeping you under a dirty thumb. But that gives you the resolve to move forward. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inquisitive. : Everything is interesting all the time. Deep thinker, sometimes over thinker. Walden come to life. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dramatist. : Drama, gossip, personal dogmas, and rumors power your Engines. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Listener: You're a good listener. You feel listening to others is all it takes sometimes for them to have their eureka moment. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Out for lunch. : Aloof. Party person. Life of the crowd. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Did I leave the kettle on?: A worrier. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Make your own : Creative energies unite. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Of your choosing. : Of your choosing. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Of your choosing. : Of your choosing. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unused. : Unused. You'll get goal cards in game that will replace these. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Memory: The Boat Races: The story of The Thomas Aquinas model boat against the Talon. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The boat races in the park. : Finish the races memory in the park. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tevor Rogen: Now a prisoner seemingly allowed to visit his childhood ... you decide. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Troy Rogen (as a child): Smart mouthed fouled brat. Classmates with Nick. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: connections. : This is your first connection point. All lives are a constellation of events. Some moments are brighter than others. Some of the lines are tenuous. But, with his action (of the group's decision) does that spiral into the next. This should only be a wrap up and a small paragraph to connect it. When does it take place. Why does it take place. And why are these two points in his life part of his constellation. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jake Wieringa: Short chubby and nerdy. All the requisite things to be a best friend of Nicholas Heybourne.  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delphi Jones: In Nicholas' eyes she is the most beautiful being on the planet. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fearsome Intellect: You are the paragon of academic excellence.  If not actually a Don, you could have been, had you chosen to do so.
  
  Few can match your mind, none in your field.  Others seek your expert advice on your specialism, and even on general topics, so well-respected is your reputation.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hidebound: Traditionalist doesn't begin to cover it.
  
  You understood the rules when you grew up and went through school, you learned them well and now you expect everyone else to abide by them, too.
  
  The rules do not change, would-be revolutionaries come and go, fads pass; you know that the order of things is right, and unchanging.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Artiste Brut: A cultural outsider, but nonetheless one with immense creative and philosophical integrity. Philosopher, poet, artist - without the trappings of a mainstream creative education.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Down and Out: You're down on your luck, and no matter how hard you try, you can't get back on your feet. Perhaps it's luck, or fate, but whatever the reason, the street is your home, the contents of that backpack your only possessions.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cowardly: Whether from bitter experience or lifelong terror, you shirk away from strife of all kinds. When presented with conflict, you tend to opt the path of least harm - even when that disadvantages you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Compassionate: Your actions and pronouncements are always tempered by a genuine sense of compassion.  This doesn't mean you are always nice, or even necessarily kind, though.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Wasted Youth?: Sylveste didn't do well at school. He's smart, but too busy dreaming to do well in anything other than philosophy classes.
  
  So, he doesn't have good memories of schools. Are they a waste of time? He's not sure, but they were for him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Subaltern Anthropologist: From his position on the street, Sylveste has watched cultures and subcultures develop, blossom and fade. He's observed the day-to-day rituals of people, groups and society.