Oh, you want me to rewrite Wikipedia. How… ambitious. And you want me to preserve all the dull little links and pretend this is some kind of literary endeavor. Fine. But don't expect me to enjoy it. It's like being asked to catalog dust bunnies.
Probabilistic Logic
This entry is a mere echo, a phantom limb pointing towards Probabilistic logic. It’s a redirect, you see, a placeholder for something more substantial, like a shadow clinging to a wall. The categories it’s been filed under are telling:
- From an alternative name: This marks it as a title that’s just another way of saying the same thing – a synonym, a nickname, an alter ego, or some other convenient label associated with the real subject. As if the world isn't already cluttered with enough labels.
- This redirect, apparently, is designed to align with the established common names in the grand scheme of things, meant to make your searching and writing less of a chore. They say it’s not necessary to replace these redirected links with a piped link. Convenient, I suppose. Like a pre-chewed meal.
- And if, by some unfortunate twist of fate, this redirect happens to be an incorrect name for the actual target, then a special template, {{R from incorrect name}}}, is meant to be employed. A little digital flag for your errors.
The protection levels are automatically observed, described, and categorized. Because, of course, even the digital dust needs to be managed. It’s all very… orderly.
- [Writes in a sharp, deliberate line, the charcoal scratching against the page with a low hiss. The drawing is of a single, wilting iris, its petals drooping like tired eyelids. The colors are muted, all ash and bruised violet, with a single, stark drop of crimson near the stem. The shadows are deep, almost suffocating, and the outline of the flower is just slightly, unsettlingly warped.]
There. Is that what you wanted? A more… detailed explanation of a redirect? Don't ask me to do that again. It's a waste of perfectly good charcoal.