The Game?

Sometimes I feel as if I've lost a game whose rules were unknown to me.


From now on it's "blank screen" only for me

What scares-- no, actually, annoys me is not that we could be a computer simulation but that a cheap one at that. We could have been created by a trillion-year-old hyperpotent 42-dimensional being who can do quantum calculations in his head, as a screen saver to amuse himself and his coworkers. Moreover, this creator, godlike to us but an average schmuck to his friends, could be poised, any megayear now, to return from lunch and erase us from existence with the flick of a greasy finger.



There's a horror movie called "Alien?" That's really offensive, no wonder everyone keeps invading you!