Luckily each unit has a number that indicates the floor and each floor probably has a floormap near the elevator, so you won’t have to go knocking on random doors until you find the person.
Same thing for making deliveries in cities of several million. If there’s an effective addressing system, it’s usually trivial to find the destination, or at least to get very close to it and switch to “ok wtf is going on here with the last bit of this address?” mode.
Wait, (from the first link) the hiking emoji isn’t real either? Could have sworn there was one with a guy (and a girl one) taking a step while holding a walking stick/staff.
How do the emojis get selected/assigned? It feels like tugging on that thread might help resolve this. They don’t just randomly show up; someone decides to assign a unicode value, artists create the images for many platforms and emoji packs/fonts, code interprets the unicode and replaces it with the associated image.
One time, when I was tripping on a psychedelic, I unlocked a memory that is kinda like that but without the big lead in. It must have been a dream that was weird enough for my brain to record it but without any kind of reference point that probably would have never been recalled without the drugs.
But the memory was of hanging out with my friend at his old place and he wanted me to check out this David Blaine video (though it was the parody David Blaine that was messing with those two gay guys with the Cheez-its).
He’s doing some illusion that was cool on its own, but then it escapes the video frame and I realize this is something different, he’s not fucking with the people in the video, he’s fucking with the people watching the video. “Woah,” I say, and my friend replies with a knowing “yeah.”
Then it escapes the screen I’m watching it on and I can’t tell where the video ends and reality begins and then it hits me: my reality itself was just a part of this illusion (which has by then taken over my entire field of view). “Woah!” I say again with more emphasis. The “yeah” my friend replied with was dripping with finality. Then the memory just ends.
I didn’t know what to make of it when it came back to me. Or maybe it was made up in that moment. But even the memory alone was profound enough that I obsessed with it for a while. Reality can be weird in dreams but that’s the only time I can recall it actually breaking in a dream. The way his dream ended reminded me of that.
Though I have experienced something like that while awake. It was a salvia trip, actually with that same friend. Though in that one, our reality was folded into a single plane (like 2d surface) in a layer of planes that looked like a shelf of drawers made up of primary colours and basic shapes. Instant ego loss on that trip, too, so I had no points of reference. Then a voice (maybe my mom, maybe just a general idea of a mother figure) said it was time to go back, I said ok, and I became aware of the couch and room I had been sitting on and in the whole time.
So the “many people” who say things are saying them sarcaatically?
However, since you have effectively ultimate power in that system, you’re able to wish for survival and even prevention of the complete collapse of your suddenly confined world. You have fun playing god for a while, maybe even a few centuries, but eventually it gets boring. You’re probing at the limits of your genie-entity’s power one year when it tells you that while it does not have the power to let you out of this little pocket universe, it is able to communicate with an entity that does have the power, but it comes with conditions.
You tell him to fuck off when you find the conditions are that you can only exit when someone rubs a vessel that contains a portal, that you must exit when they do so, and that you are obligated to fulfill 3 (and only 3, even if they request more) requests they make, though you are free to be creative in how you interpret those requests.
Of course, you end up accepting the deal before you later come to be at peace with just existing quietly, at which point being pulled out of your peaceful contemplative existence to serve some selfish twat annoys you as much as anything can annoy a transcendent being, which honestly isn’t that much but is enough that you bring maximum “I’m just going to fuck with you” energy, though you do have a strange appreciation for those who can specify a request sufficiently to limit opportunities to fuck with them.
Would it count to get assimilated by the borg and then join the subsequent earth invasion party? Guessing that’s the fastest way other than maybe some early heist to steal borg transwarp tech and then pacman their way through the transwarp conduit maze (without a guide, if you do it before getting Seven).