The soul and the concept of sentience have been explored through the millennia. Religions have sprung up as a way to explain the unanswered questions that we ask ourselves. Futile attempts to fill-up the void brought by questions that-in 'reality'-should have never resulted in the utilization of our human imagination to conjure up stories, legends, and myths that are neither rooted in science nor in the obs...
"Oh my, "futile" might be a bit of an insult." *clack* I stop typing "A familiar voice." I continue, giving no attention to this annoying figment. "Now, calling me a figment might just be a tad offensive." "Okay, what is it this time?" "Why? Can't I just drop-in on a friend?" I chuckle, picking up the pack of cigarettes I keep by my bottle of brandy. "Since when did we become friends?" "But you see." I raised my finger. "Oh!" "No. This time, I'm not even going to entertain the thought." "Hmm." It sat down on my bed. "I'll wait."
I slouched back on my chair and tried as hard as I could to just focus on the glass in front of me, getting a few moments of peace, and lungfuls of smoke along the way. Sighing, I finally gave in.
"Okay. You there?" I say, looking out of my window, I'm still annoyed. "Oh, goodie! I knew you'd come around" "Just tell me what you want this time." "I have a proposition for you-" "A deal?" "A deal." Said in unison. "Aaaagh" I groan "I'm not going through this again." "What's the matter? You have something else to do?" "As if you're real." I roll my eyes. "After last time, you really still doubt that?"
Let's see, I'll use my inner voice, and you still seem to know what I'm saying? And like the previous times, if I try to turn around to actually look at you, there's nothing there but air?
"No. I mean yes. Wait-" "See?" I say aloud. "You're just a sick distortion created by my brain." "You're really still going with that? After all of the blood from last time?" "I don't know how it got there, that might have been my brain as well." "Oh you arrogant little prick."
Look. If you really want me to even entertain the thought of you being real, I'm going to turn around, and when I do, I expect you to be there sitting on my bed.
"Fine." I proceed to slowly turn towards my bed. "Holy fuck-" "See?" Throwing up his arms in a shrug. "I'm here." "No, what, no no no." I mumble. "This might be just another." *ploof* It threw a pillow at my face. "Prick."
"Okay, wait. Give me a sec."