Recently we got a new treadmill thing, which allows you to go for a walk inside your house. This is useful for exercise and also for avoiding scenery if the natural world is disgusting to you.
I took a look at the instructions to see if there was any important information there that wasn’t immediately obvious when looking at the four-button control panel (on, off, faster, slower). It told me some vital information about the dimensions and operating parameters of the machine.
And then, at the bottom, it told me something else.
I don’t know what it’s going to do to me. I don’t know what its plan is.
I only know that, in the end, it will win.
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That sounds like something 2007 Ian would say. He’d write it on all his notebooks and possibly make a t-shirt with the slogan sprawled across in very messy handwriting.
I think he’d photocopy lots of little slips of paper that say “the physical object shall prevail” and leave them on buses for strangers to find.
Wow. That is such a ‘me’ thing to do.
Are you sure you weren’t me, at least for a very brief period of time?
I don’t think I was. It’s hard to be sure, but for me the clincher is the fact that I’ve never been hairy on the go. I’ve been on the go, sure, but it’s never been triggered purely by my hairiness.