It's late and I've got a big headache. Maybe I haven't been eating well. Maybe I spent too much time in the sun.Maybe I have a tumor and I'm about to die and these are my last words. Maybe I'm already dead and none of this is real. Maybe there is no internet. Maybe there are no people. No one. Maybe it's just me on this dust ball. Maybe all the people are just holograms sent from the mother ship trying to trick me. What do they want with me? Why can't the holograms leave me alone? I just want the holograms to leave.