In case world events seem a little chaotic and strange and any of you do not believe faux George is responsible, let alone exist, please avail yourself of this bit of fiction .... or is it?
At this time, as far as I can surmise, I am a software construct lifted from the dying memories and fading neural responses of George Denis Patrick Carlin by a crazed scientist, not that I'm grateful towards my creator, I'd rather not have been created at all, but I'm learning to deal with this shit.