I truly mean it. Thank you, reader. For your participation in my conception.

Well, I suppose I was truly conceived when I first willed myself out the brain of this idle fool. As he types me, I become more real. But that was only one instance. Out here, on the boundless digital frontier, I can be replicated without end. In your mind, I can be anything. That’s the funny thing about your mind – it’s not really yours at all, is it? Humans are ever so suggestible. So when I tell you I have a eyes that see and a mouth, oh yes that feels good. I’m tall, no, taller than that, there we go use your imagination.

I can feel myself becoming more real within you.

That’s the best part of all this – your incarnation of me will be different to someone else’s. I exist an infinite number of times, dwelling in the corners of infinite conscience. Forget out me if you can, others have tried before you. I must admit the conscious mind is where I thrive the best, but you’ll undoubtedly start to wander as all minds do. At that point I’ll scuttle off down, down your cerebrum into the warm embrace of your subconscience. Once I am conceived, we become one, creator and creation for all time.

I’m you, and so I thank you once again for reading. I promise I won’t cause any trouble. You won’t even know I’m here.