👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully peculiar thing called, frankly…
ia0
. 3ideonthly, I know! Let me preface this by saying nobody actually knows exactly what a ‘.ia0.² is, and honestly, the documentation around its creation is essentially a very confused badger in a onesie writing frantic footnotes. It was apparently birthed during some late-night theoretical weirdness at an obscure CERN outpost, circa 1998, regarding… wait for it… retroactive regret in the observable waveform of lukewarm tapioca pudding.
Basically, a .ia0 is... nothing and everything, simultaneously. And neither. You get the gist? Think of it as the point where your past slightly regrets existing in that exact moment—not because something bad happened, mind you. Just… an unsettling awareness that a slightly better, beigeer, perhaps more statistically probable outcome could have occurred, but then wouldn't, and therefore isn’t actually happening. It’s the ghost of a possibility never quite realised. The weird thing is. There are no metrics to measure it, we just feel its presence, so there are no tools that measure it. It is said that the amount of .ia0 in our immediate reality is directly proportional to how much you obsess over what-ifs! It's as if some dimension where every tiny, pointless "What if I hadn't worn that blue shirt?"
