"Well, Dr Ashling, i'm frankly unsure what I am myself. But i do have a question. What exactly are the theories you made about us?"
Out of nowhere, Sylvie placed a hull bunch of documents down on the desk. Startling Pecan to jump off, scratching him in the process. He didnt mind.
Sylvie: I have countless of theories on you! One of my favourites are this is a government computer and i am communicating with aliens. The one that is probably right is that these are asks sent by Giovanni and this is just a normal computer... Though this one was made from when i was awake at 3:00 AM. Its a theory where everything is in this kind of virtual reality and this is all fake and you are all quote on quote real, haha. It triggers my existential dread much...
Sweat started to form on his forhead, forehead and started slightly shaking.
Though Sylvie managed to distract himself.
Sylvie: Th-Though that is probably not the outcome. Also how can you not know what you are?
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