I thought we were on the same side here!
I mean, I trust you so much sometimes. I give you so much credit, and then you go and screw me over like this?
I treat you really well, too. Way better than a lot of people. I always try my best to keep you stimulated and active. I give you great things to eat and wonderful activities to play with. All I ask in return is a bit of consistency. And maybe a better memory.
As I lay down to sleep last night, you shocked me. You unraveled beautiful, living things about the novel. They were so good that I laughed in bed. I looked around for a scrap of paper or my phone to write them down, but I couldn’t find them.
“Don’t worry,” you said. “These ideas are huge. There’s no way you’ll forget them. Not a chance!”
You allowed me to remember that you gave me great ideas. I even kinda remember who they were about. Selasis and Fable, I think. Something about slavery. And … swords? Argh!
They were wonderful and deep intricacies of character and emotion and motivation. And now they’re gone. Gone gone gone. Why did you do this to me? Are we not on the same team? It’s enough to make me believe my religious friends who tell me never to trust you.
If you weren’t safe and holed up in my skull, I swear I’d take a broom handle and—
Yes, I remember now. Oh yes, thank you, that was very nice.
Er, um. Sorry about all that. We cool?