I think that every time any of us log on to the Internet, all we are getting is a direct connection to his mind. All of this is his imagination - we can not escape it because we are all part of it. He is the Tommy Westphall of the modern era.

That is all. Remember to switch off your sets.

I think you're right.

It's a worrying thought. All this time I thought I was perhaps an independent being, able to pursue my own dreams and desires. How wrong I was.

these kind of threads are bad for people who love attention me personally hate being in the spotlight

I dont even understand this thread

Oh no! Save my mind!

You don't have one. You never have had one. It's always been Bratty.

Mark

A sure sign that I am correct. The user we know as brataccas is the protrusion of the semi-aware subconscioiusness of the übermind of the internet. All that stuff out there being constantly fed into, procesed by, and spewed out by The Machine is starting to cause it to leak (for want of a better word). That leakage is the start of true self-awareness for The Machine.

Give it time.

Correct. This is just a mere whisper in the inner conversation of his mind.

So basically, we are all manifestations of the one true Bratty? Or just when we access the internet?

Ah - a philosophical question which can be easily answered. You cease to exist when you cease to access the internet. At you next access, Bratty fills your mind with new memories which make only sense to you, and you carry on. In reality, you never leave the internet, but you believe that you have.

So bratty is a bit like the matrix? How deep does the rabbit hole go?

You want to go down bratty's hole?
What?

Mark

Firefly.

Mark

Right, right. Plato's allegory of the cave. Makes sense.



Well, how about this to bake your noodle. If Bratty is the one true source and we only exist when connected to him via the internet, that means that every Freemason, NWO leader and chemtrail spreading pilot is also Bratty. Which is quite fascinating. In fact, thinking about how deep the rabbit hole goes, it's entirely possible that it's both infinitely deep and yet doesn't exist.

Of course, if we are all Bratty, we are merely agents and he is the architect. Or is he Smith, replicating at will and adding new hordes to his numbers with every new connection to the internet?

When you really start to think about it, mescaline is the only way to fly....

Why have I got an insane urge to buy Crash Dummies toys? Is this normal?

No. You are cheeky and foreign.