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Have you ever wondered what your brain sounds like when you boot it up? Do you boot your brain up, or does it just click on? Do you ever let your brain sit for a while so it doesn't overheat? A mind is a terrible thing to waste, and yet the average person uses only 10% of their brain. Does that make the rest of the mind a wasteland? All of humanity an empty heath, with a shrub here or there? Think about it. Really thing a bout it on a fundamental level. Do you actually exist? Prove it. Do I actually exist? Show me proof of my existence and I will show you yours. Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, aand the human brain is simply a bunch of nerves and synapses playing pong with bits of electricity. Does that mean the programming of who you are is energy, seeing as it is the series in which neurons flash in your brain? Does that mean who you truly are, your soul per se, cannot be created nor destroyed? And if that is true, then what is reality? Yet again, synapses firing. So if a synapse misfires, you can see things that aren't there. You can feel something that doesn't exist. You can program your own mind and reboot in a different reality. If you think outside of the box, can you see what's on the inside? If you somehow manage think yourself into or out of existence, will you know? Reality is all a matter of perception. I do not exist. You cannot see me, cannot feel me, hear me, or taste and smell me. You do not percieve me as being there. So how do I exist? I have to, seeing that I am writing this right now. But how do you know that I am writing this? How do you know that I am not simply something programmed by some ggreater purpose to create this babble? How do you know that you are not simply a program, something to add a stimulus to someone else? Loading, loading, loading, download complete. If you kill someone, what happens to them? Their body grows cold, their brain stops its functioning, their heart no longer beats. But what happens to them? Reincarnation. Recycling. Reformat and reload. Some other body downloads their spirit and uses their previous Business program as a game platform. They change the wallpapaer and delete the favorite list. They download new music and images, delete a messenger, and maybe get a new video card. Welcome to the Human 2.0. They are actually your beloved grandmother that died two years after you were born, but her essence, spirit, memory, cookies, were actually put into the body of a newborn, who proceeded to grow up and become the first person to hit level 50 on the new MMORPG server. But what happens when your batteries start to die? Do you simply slip into sleep mode and plug yourself in, regaining the charge over time? Or do you start to lose bits and pieces of who you are? If humans are the most powerful computers, then why do you forget how to spell a word you don't use for a while? Why do you forget memories, only to have them resurface as flashes of images and fragments of sound? Why doesn't Human Reformatted have an easy to use OS, complete with the Person for Dummies book? Whirrrrrrrrrclick. Track 2. When we die, our "soul" is reused. So what does that mean for those who seek whatever concepts of Heaven they may have? Do they continue to cycle through lives until they reach one in which they are truly happy? Does everyone end up as a pleasantly fat workaholic, knowing that they are comfortable with who they are and proud in a night's work? Is the blue collared Joe, the working class man, actually Heaven? Or do you have a tab set up? Once you reach 20 lives, you have to turn in your chips and leave the game. Medieval knight, blacksmith, gamer, jet pilot, stable boy, hunter, village elder, stillborn, sickly child, bodyguard, gangster, burn victim, cancer patient, prince, scout, school teacher, painter, accountant, actor. That's your 20. Your soul is now used up. You have done your time, but your hardware is no longer compatible. We would reformat you, but it would be much easier and cheaper to simply replace you. You now get to watch the one who tok your place. Careful, though. That chair has one leg shorter than the others. Oh, and while you're up, grab a drink for me. My replacement just got caught skipping fifth period again. I want to see how she'll talk her way out of this one...