We started up again. This time we did a sort of super speed-up, and started flicking past cycles of alef-null cliffs at what felt like one go. In each cycle of cliffs a more rapid rate of growth was embodied. Once they began to grow exponentially it seemed like I was always kicking or clawing at bare rock with Franx’s wings buzzing steadily behind me. Everything glowed with light and the rocks gave off a dry dusty smell. We kept at it for a long time, folding level after level of speedups into each other, passing infinity within infinity of cliffs.

 

 

 

At some point I realized we had stopped moving again. We were in a little handkerchief of a meadow with bare rock all around. Franx was lying on his back and fiddling with his legs.

 

 

 

“Is this alef-one?” I asked hopefully.

 

 

 

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I think it’s what you’d get by raising alef-null to the alef-null power alef-null times in a row.”

 

 

 

“You mean epsilon-zero?”

(직접적인 초한 묘사, 양적 최대 계층, 찐 질적초월이 없는 한 대부분의 마법적 무한대 계층을 뭉개버릴수 있는 새끼를 들고오며)

 

 

물론 드립이고 얘가 오티 잡으려면 필드는 이새끼 세계관, 오티는 상대로부터 광년단위 이상 떨어져있어야 된다는 전제조건이 필요할듯