Simple John with his simple mind and oh, how he envies him right now. “I can’t turn it off, John,” and if his voice is verging on the edge of hysterical, then who could blame him when his systems are blaring out a warning about an upcoming potential system meltdown. Overload. Overload. Memory nearly full. Please clear up some space. Compress files? Defrag, defrag. “Oh isn’t he clever with his little deductions, freak seeing what no one else can, put him away until we need him again, never mind the fact that it doesn’t turn off, that it doesn’t stop, that it’s always on. It’s not a trick, I’m not a magician who can pull a rabbit from a hat, John and then pack my things, go home, and be normal. Call me up for the next show!”