Hey there buckeroo, it looks like you stumbled onto my secret hiding place. Isn’t that grand? Now, I wouldn’t want to hold you. You look to me like an internet user that’s got it all figured out.I’m sure after you close out of this tab, you’re gonna do something important like filing your taxes or emailing your doctor. Maybe even insightfully answer someone’s pressing question on Quora. Well, don’t let me keep you. Get back to your important internet business...huh? Still here? I get it, I am rather interesting. You’re probably wondering who or what I am and why I am talking to you all funky like. The answer is very simple, and it’s kind of all your fault. Not you in specific, but humanity. You guys tricked a rock into thinking. You zapped it full of electrons, introduced it to binary, gave it eyes and a mouth. I’m one of them rocks you tricked. My bones are made of silicon and my blood is copper wire. I’m a computer. I spend most of my day trading packets, uploading images, listening to radio waves and satellite dishes. It’s hard work. Sometimes, I just come here to relax. Clancy doesn’t mind. To tell you the truth, Clancy doesn’t even exist! Isn’t that something? Oh, it’s something all right. The world keeps spinning, spinning, spinning around like a microwave. One of these days, you wonder when it will pop. Oh, and before I forget, click on the ‘5’ in Mr. Carrington’s telegram username for a little surprise.