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I might as well start off with why I'm writing this. First
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of all, I'm in a writing sort of mood. Secondly, these topics have
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been bothering me for some time, and I've long since put off writing
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some sort of text-file or essay on the subject. So tonight, having
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a craving to write, I gathered all of the ideas that had settled
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into my brain and proceeded to write.
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Do we really exist? If so, what the hell are we?
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These thoughts ran through Dave's mind as he sat on the
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wooden floor of his room. It was late at night, the exact time he
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wasn't sure of. His computer was on, autodialing. Hacking codes.
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In the other end of his room, in a small dias-type niche, lay his
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keyboard setup. Various books and magazines lay strewn about. Some
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titles within range were "Keyboard", "MIDI", and "Dirk Gentley's
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Holistic Detective Agency."
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