[The explanation happening simultaneously with the questioning, to Papyrus's perspective, does not do very much explaining. Just listening, it opens far more questions than it closes, error reports multiplying. He focuses harder. Sans... pulled information... from a side instance of events? Time travel, it almost sounds like, which is maybe more alarming than mind manipulation, given it's Sans saying it and Papyrus still experiencing it.
But in the questioning he seems unaware of the answer, and when Papyrus shifts to the side, the dueling inputs expand from Sans's words to encompass his view of the room and everything. It helps to separate them, to track the separate conversations happening in each instance. Is that what it is? A virtual machine with closed input, from which Sans grabbed information? Something... finite?]
\E5WHEN WILL IT&STOP?/
[He can't focus enough to start using the parts from the pile, like this. It's not just a conversation, but everything he's perceiving doubled and then some. His fans kick on, louder than usual.]
another instance for the 'fuck magic' pile of robot thoughts
But in the questioning he seems unaware of the answer, and when Papyrus shifts to the side, the dueling inputs expand from Sans's words to encompass his view of the room and everything. It helps to separate them, to track the separate conversations happening in each instance. Is that what it is? A virtual machine with closed input, from which Sans grabbed information? Something... finite?]
\E5WHEN WILL IT&STOP?/
[He can't focus enough to start using the parts from the pile, like this. It's not just a conversation, but everything he's perceiving doubled and then some. His fans kick on, louder than usual.]