"Help!" shouted Spot. "I'm starting to question the nature of reality!"

A glowing line of FORTRAN code in OCR lettering floated through the sky. Several colorful-yet-distorted holograms of Spot's head began to revolve in mid-air, chanting "THERE IS NO REALITY!"

The computer in which Spot was entombed flashed: THIS IS REAL.

"THERE IS NO REALITY!" chanted the multiple surrogates of Spot. "NO! REALITY! NOOOO!"

THIS IS REAL.

"NOOOO!"

THIS IS REAL.

"NOOOO!"

THIS IS REAL.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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