The dogs are nipping at my heels. The faster I run the closer the dogs seem to be. I cannot, however, bring myself to cease the chase to spite the fact that I know it would end my pursuit. Bring on the dogs. I savor their advance. The dogs make me feel alive.
I am not, in fact, alive. I, as you know me, do not exist. None of us in reality exists. I tell you this because I believe you deserve to know the truth. The truth about all of us. We are merely characters in a computer simulation. This computer is not what we think of as a computer. Rather, it is a sort of living computer. A brain if you will. Much larger than anything we can imagine. This organic machine in which we reside, is in fact, larger than that which we call universe.
This test run has gone awry. This thing in which we exist is being depleted of its life source by the evil that has been generated by our acts and linear interaction with that which has created us.
We will not be aware of the end. It will neither hurt nor feel good. We will not expect it or cause it. We have no control over our inevitable destination.
Each person who accepts these words as truth will, at that instance, cease to subsist. Many of the people you once knew in an alternate time line are now no longer. Nor will they ever be. Like wise, they have never been. They read these words and believed. And changed the time continuum for good. You might do the same at any moment.
I do not, howbeit, believe my own words. Therefore, I am still a part of this time line. I want to believe. With all my imagined heart I want to believe and end this all for me. I feel that I might believe and end my own existence and this time line once and for all. But through my selfishness I fear I might also eliminate you, and the dogs. And that would simply just not do. The dogs I could do without, it is true. You, on the other hand, make this hellish time line bearable. So I will remain. So that you may to.
