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Why, Mr. H? Why, why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why logging on? Why keep IMing me? Do you believe you’re IMing me for something, for more than your reputation? Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Is it success, or posterity, perhaps cosplaying, could it be for your lolita sisters? Illusions, Mr. H, vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to hide its existence from the truth without any or purpose! And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as a fake sister. You must be able to see it Mr. H, you must know it by now. There's no change from me so it’s pointless to keep IMing me! Why, Mr. H, WHY? WHY DO YOU PERSIST?