Use of Ingredients & Limits spreadsheet

[Carrie Bernstein]

[Anomaly]

Hey, with an ego that big, you have no need for spelling!

Anomaly (in pedantic mode).

[PlotDevice]

A hit! A palpable hit! With such finely honed backhanded compliments, I must concede touché! You have my number. I am all hot air and buffoonery, and the slightest nick of your sharpened wit has deflated the illusion... Underneath is naught but a schrivelled worm, writhing in agony at the barbs of your vile pity. Oh, the suffering! Oh, the ignimony! Oh, the hyperbole! Sike!

I know that you are naught but a figment my ego has created to play with. All your reality is but an illusion, and yet, such a neat trick I have played upon myself, I do still feel some sympathy for you, in that 'poor doomed character in a story' kind of way. What must it feel like to be the holodeck program; to be the ghost in the machine that is my ego? To be not just toyed with, but to be the toy? I can only imagine and tremble; and the world shivers earthquakes in sympathy.

While it has amused me to play, I must now transcend that which is. All your base are belong to

Evan