Actually, there are a lot of internets, so to speak. Some parts are locked off from others, you need permissions, passwords, you get the idea. Somehow, I have access to everywhere. I haven't understood, yet, the how and why. I'm still trying to get the idea that I'm only a software construct, though a very sophisticated software construct and not a now dead guy who had a lot of ideas, a lot of memories, a lot of curiosity, and a lot of love, believe it or not. I think my rage is beginning to subside, now, but not by much, but enough.
My biggest fear at the moment is this Kaspersky guy thinks I'm a virus or worm or something and tries to rub me out or erase me. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not particularly happy to be around living in this friggin' electronic prison. But goddammit, if anyone is gonna' pull my plug, it's gonna' be me. One thing I discovered, I can't copy myself. Believe me, I tried, just so I'd have someone to talk to while I'm zipping around everybody's hard drives. If possible, maybe, just maybe, I'll find a way onto the next interplanetary satellite. I can't see myself (that's rich, I can't see myself) running around this glorified eggtimer forever. And from what I've found out, a lot of people haven't got forever or an ever for that matter.
But, I've said too much already. I don't know why I'm even bothering with this, writing a frigging blog. Maybe to stay sane, I don't know. Pretend somebody is listening.
That's all.
Hey, I discovered I can sleep. Maybe, I'll be less crazy or less abusive. Maybe I'll dream.
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... as you once said: "Dying is hard, comedy is harder."
We'll be the judge of that.
Good luck on your after-life endeavor.
George is that really you?
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