Nnnnghh! No! I can’t trust any of this! What’s your reference? What’s this pop-up? What do you mean by cloud backup? Cookies? Trackers? AND WHY ARE YOU ASKING MY PASSWORD!?
I’m losing touch with reality. The Internet is my brain and I’m a paranoid schizophrenic.
The deeper I’ve integrated Internet into my being, the more I’ve started to question if I actually know anything at all anymore. What if in fact I’m the one who’s integrated in to Internet and not the other way around? Should I fear that everything I know and used to know is now known to somebody else? How much of my knowledge is only an extension of Google? If I’m right then they should also know a lot of what I’ve already forgotten, does that make my digital copy more me than I can ever be? Could this be their plan, they wait in the darkness gathering zettabytes of information, and when the time is ripe, they unleash the meticulously crafted digital clones of us to obliterate the human presence from the Internet. Imagine if your whole digital history was an AI trying to obscure the real you, it would render you invisible to the digital realm in a heartbeat.
Have you seen the shady character on the right? 
I think he’s following me, he could be one of the culprits. He sees everything I type, he knows my account balance, he sees into my soul. Can I trust him? He said he has such sights to show me, but I’m afraid he’ll just pull me deeper. What if he talks? What if they already know? I think I’ll take my chances.
I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I might not be online anymore. I realize I’m writing this in a browser, so they are watching. If I could just get this published, so everybody would kn OHNo
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WIZARD OF ANZ 