Insanity
There are three, possibly four Things in the Multiverse today. The three are on a Convenient Nexus Couch, sitting side by side in wildly different black suits and identically lazy poses, three pairs of black sunglasses pushed up into their hair. Three identical amiable smiles. The fourth, well, it's either around or it's not. The three are the ones asking a question anyway, each speaking through its right eye, teeth sparkling.
"This is a thought experiment. Imagine that you're insane. Delirious, hysterical, cracked whichever kind of madness you prefer."
"Batshit," contributes the left one.
"Bugfuck," clarifies the middle.
"Wackadoodle doo," appends the right.
"Not that you are." They all grin the same wry grin, mouth opening and shutting silently. "But if you were, what would it feel like, do you think? Where would you be? How might it have happened?"
"Family history?"
"Traumatic event?"
"Looked into the Void?"
"And would you want to have it taken away from you?"
"This is a thought experiment. Imagine that you're insane. Delirious, hysterical, cracked whichever kind of madness you prefer."
"Batshit," contributes the left one.
"Bugfuck," clarifies the middle.
"Wackadoodle doo," appends the right.
"Not that you are." They all grin the same wry grin, mouth opening and shutting silently. "But if you were, what would it feel like, do you think? Where would you be? How might it have happened?"
"Family history?"
"Traumatic event?"
"Looked into the Void?"
"And would you want to have it taken away from you?"