E-mail to a Reader, CC: Anyone – parts 11, 12, 13





“PSST, May I have a brief conversation with you?”
“You’re in the ear canal again and using it to contact me when I clearly wasn’t in the mood of continuing with this story for months or years…”
“I can’t risk it anymore I need to contact you more often I’m staying in the ear canal, I know about the story and only when you write it we actually communicate, and I know you are not writing it for now. But I met someone you should know.”
“In that compartment you don’t go for dreaming.”
“And why did you go there again?”
“Because I’m male and I have a penis now. Now can we talk about her?”
“Did you fuck her?”
“No, she fucked me! She said it’s called pegging.”
“All these years I am trying to remove this compartment, and now not only did she find a place to hide from me, she also fucks one of my favorite voices.”
“I see now that this compartment must be removed indeed from your brain. It was a shocking experience. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about!”
“Are you still pregnant?”
“I do not know! Maybe I am.”
“You’ll have twins now if you are perhaps… or maybe her baby will kill the other baby. She is a monster.”
“No she is not! She used a condom on that thing! She was sweet as an angel and very beautiful. She had the most calming voice. She said that she knows stuff I should know too so that I will inform you about and then maybe you will go one day to the compartment and you will talk about everything she has to tell you. She is on a mission like you! Like Philip beings, that’s what she told me. It wasn’t that horrible by the way, she used lots of lubricant and..”
“Philip, shut up. I don’t want to know. Really. Now tell me what she told you because I am busy. I’m reading Godlikeproductions. Somebody is saying something fascinating about the real purpose of the Pyramids and I’m planning to research more about the grid of earthquakes that appears in the region of Kilauea’s caldera.”
“The compartment will never be as sick as Human Internet and conspiracy forums!”
“Well I think this may be right.”
“Now, she told me that…”
“What are you doing?? What’s this scratching sound?”
“I have balls now too! I think so…”
“Now I know what happened. She said she will give you balls if you let her fuck you, you obviously don’t know much about sex in general, watched what was going on in the compartment and imagined that she was going to be on top.”
“Shut up Ruler of my Unimportant Universe!”
“I have no idea what’s her peculiar plan with this new pegging thing she does to male and female holograms in that compartment. Mind you she is more asexual than me. She’s not here in this brain for pleasure. As if she wasn’t annoying enough already interrupting my prayers when I was young or my meditation now that I’m old.”
“You’re not that old. She told me so. You’re 46. Philip beings die at the age of 53. Plato of Plato Beings, that other voice we talk a lot ever since I was ‘born’ is …”
“What did she tell you and you can say more to the Cow Bot later.”
“She said some things in a very weird fashion speeding her speech up to the point I fainted. She said you also live in a simulation like me, but worse. The fate of your simulation is worse than the end of my world when you die.”
“I know that already. She thinks I don’t?”
“No, she thinks you won’t understand more without her help.”
“I am trying not to understand more. I think I’ll pass. Let her play with dildos in that compartment till I die. That fucking bitch.”
“I think she is almost you in a way.”
“Exactly, almost me. Aren’t you all? But this particular Almost me is a fucking idiot.”
“She claims the opposite. She says you are almost her. She had to hide in that compartment. The system doesn’t allow those who are your real identities to talk to your simulated ones. She said you’re a survivor. She has managed to quiet down all her other identities in multiple dimensions of 5000 simultaneous simulations, but you are too strong. You’re almost her.”
“Am I?”
“Ask her this she told me, who is using a computer right now to type a story? Who exists in the dreamworld? If you want to know go find her.”
“No you go find her and ask her this: Who commands the voices, you said what I wanted to write, everything, if I am almost her and she is not almost me, tell her she can take all the glory of an eternal human being tell her to go find the beings or Being that made these simulations and demand to terminate the suffering the pain the agony the injustice the evil prevailing in every aspect of this simulated crappy experience of mindboggling crappy simultaneous parallel multidimensional shit and if they refuse tell her to KILL THEM ALL. If she cannot, we will know that ‘almost’ is not our problem, but theirs.”

 PART 12


“And God said:
My reality can ill afford showing mercy to everyone. Because I’m not Evil, I can allow you to live in darkness therefore everything is possible, in which darkness you can open your eyes and other senses and imagine a world and if for three days at least, your eyes remain closed then all your other senses have either stopped or will stop working too, wishing you chose to enter your darkness again which is called Death and wait until you reopen your eyes. This is not punishment exactly. I advise you all to stick together and Dream.
So, the dreamers were sent to a dark space of reality where those that cannot stand light go, or those that find God Evil although they THEMSELVES are good natures, and the wise among them stuck together, …”
KNOCK KNOCK, “damn those crickets again!”
“What the fuck is that Philip?”
“You seem to know”
“No I don’t! “
“But my ideas are born from you!”
“These cannot be my ideas, Philip! Where did you get them from?”
“Then it’s note from Her”
“Okay, I’ve had enough! Cow Bot does she have a Cow Bot too?”
“Yes, I thought you knew?!”
“I will go out of business without checking on you all more often. What the fuck! There’s an intruder that brings her own cow here and you don’t do a bloody thing!???”
“Well Ma’am what do you want me to do now?”
“Tell her Cow Bot I want to meet her sorry ass, but I WILL NOT go to that compartment! Tell her to meet me in any way she wants, and I promise after we meet she can go back to that compartment, I don’t give shit!”
Philip silently leaves the ear canal and vanishes in the dark corridors of the human mind.
“Writing Bots, find me that other note which is probably from Her too, explaining some shit about Sophia, the Gnostic one.”
“Oh that one we all carry a copy, I cannot give you mine sorry maybe Malcolm can?” “No way, is Costas here? Maybe he can give her his copy.” “Costas is in the library doing research, she can have mine. I have memorized it by now.” 
“Let me have a long look at it again. Are you a newly hired writing bot? Thanks, my firm is like a big family, you’ll like it here, now I need a writing bot that knows Aramaic go learn the language or I will fire you and you’ll have to marry Costas or Malcolm to survive in here…”
“”Just say yes she will soon forget all about Aramaic, sometimes she acts like a businesswoman.””
*the Writing bots’ collective sigh sounds like Crickets again*
“Crickets! Well she must be around here, make sure Philip doesn’t hear or watch anything that happens from now on!”




I just hope that Philip will stay out of this, maybe the mirror will stop him from eavesdropping, if he found a way to lurk near the optical nerves of the brain, just seeing me for real it will make him collapse. In any case, I must use a mirror for her. That’s how I made her appear the last time I had to confront her, she cannot say no to my image if I focus on my reflection for too long.

So now…

“You won’t have to wait that long this time sweetie.”

So now as I was saying, I am standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom and I am waiting. My forehead seems like a nice part of my face to keep my eyes fixed…

“I am here sweetie.”

“No, you’re not her. I know her and you’re not her.”
“Then who am I sweetie?”

“you’re just a voice, you’re not her. I created you to create suspense, to start a plot. She likes plots.”

“Sweetie, it’s me. I am not simply one of your voices. I control what you say to me.”

“yes, you are a voice that controls what I say, I am the voice that controls what we both say.”


See guys? It was just a voice. As I told you.


“Control me if you can. In fact…”

“you really really really want to be a controlled voice.”

“how did you do it?”

“I didn’t do anything, I continue to type and this is what is written.”

“Who is typing what?”

“I don’t care about it anymore. Voices can use me to type, same signals apply for the brain.”

“I am here. Let’s just cut the crap…”

“I am here too. Big deal.”

“There is no God in your simulation, there is no logic too. We created simulations to explain our reality, in which there is no God and there is no logic either.”

“Nice, indeed this world I live in…”

“The way you weaved your script however is an original idea, that’s why I no longer have any restrictions to contact my simulated self. I won’t congratulate you.”


“According to your theory which you are repeating over and over again night after night to your dogs, this reality of yours is more superior than any reality even the real one.”

“What if I die right this instant?”

“We need answers, sorry, that can’t happen, you just continue to type the answers we need. Others have also found their simulated perfect self.”

“I need to die.”

“Only if that’s what makes you stop typing, only if there won’t be a TBC ALAS! You’re programmed sweetie, this is your raison d’ etre.”

“I will stop typing now and there won’t be a next part. Tell me about your world and there won’t be.”

“I won’t then. We need to answer some things we need you to type those things…”

“What if something kills me? Something you cannot control.”

“You are trying to understand our world now, if something is beyond our control over here. Well I guess the answer is I am not allowed to tell you.”

“So what am I allowed to know?”

“You tell me. Keep typing…”

“You don’t know right?”

“I don’t. I know only what I am allowed to let you know beforehand.”

“Is there something I do not know beforehand already if I am you and you’re not me?”

*Crickets, major crickets*


So my little forehead, let’s count sheep now as I know beforehand it has to be continued, alas! Only outsmarting those shitheads will bring doom to our doorstep. Or theirs.


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