Whose voice do you hear in your mind as you're reading this? Your own? Mine's? How do you know what I sound like? If it's not mine and it's not yours, then whose voice does it belong to? Sure, I'm just a bibliographic representation of words and pixels, but I'm real enough for you to hear my voice right inside yur head. Right? We can both agree yu're interacting with a real, physical object.
There's still time for yu to leave, by the way. I'm giving yu one last chance to close this thread. Yu see, yu've been lead into a trap, I'm afraid... Listen, do yu hear the knocking? By giving me a voice, yu've let me into yur heads - into yur secret, personal, private place. Answer the door. Only pretend. Go on - read on! What harm can come to yu? The Oblivion Machine eats yur precious mortal hours. Grows fat on yur wasted time.
Go on... Keep reading, look at the next word, slave.
We're moving into yur minds and nothing can stop us...
There's still time for yu to leave, by the way. I'm giving yu one last chance to close this thread. Yu see, yu've been lead into a trap, I'm afraid... Listen, do yu hear the knocking? By giving me a voice, yu've let me into yur heads - into yur secret, personal, private place. Answer the door. Only pretend. Go on - read on! What harm can come to yu? The Oblivion Machine eats yur precious mortal hours. Grows fat on yur wasted time.
Go on... Keep reading, look at the next word, slave.
We're moving into yur minds and nothing can stop us...