Challenge from 'Challenge In A Can':
MAGGIE WALSH
HOPEFUL
BOOK
~~~~~
Genius
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It's truly amazing what you can find in a book these days, don't you think? Oh, silly me, I almost for a second there expected you to answer. How careless of me, to expect you to know the true joys and passions that can lie in a book. The beauty and the knowledge, all trapped within tiny, compressed pieces of trees and manufactured by a thoughtless machine. Ironic, then, how we consider them to be the true knowledge-bringers of this place we call home, even in this age of microchips, the internet and even games consoles.
Some people have told me, even among my family here, that books are on their way out, but I don't believe that, not for a moment. I will stay ever-hopeful that one day people will read my book, and see me for what I am: a genius.
You see I, Maggie Walsh, have you fooled. I have them all fooled, and it feels good. It feels so good that it's almost as if I might explode from my happiness and all-out glee. You, lying here while they alter you, shape you, in a way that you won't even notice, are completely unaware of what I'm planning. But I'll tell you a secret: everyone will be taken by surprise, shocked and scared after my scheme comes into glorious being.
Because I have the power, the ultimate say-so. It recalls it all in here - in my book. When I am through with you, when that little plastic and metal gem inside your brain unleashes its little surprise, you and all around you will see, too late perhaps, just how amazing I am. Or maybe, by that time, it will be was - I don't know or, frankly care.
All I do know, Hostile 17, is that the plastic and metal piece of treasure now residing within your head is one with you, you will be an extremely fascinating case-study. My little added extras will see to that. But I can only remain hopeful that someone will read my book, and find you, to finish my best ever piece of work.
MAGGIE WALSH
HOPEFUL
BOOK
~~~~~
Genius
~~~~~
It's truly amazing what you can find in a book these days, don't you think? Oh, silly me, I almost for a second there expected you to answer. How careless of me, to expect you to know the true joys and passions that can lie in a book. The beauty and the knowledge, all trapped within tiny, compressed pieces of trees and manufactured by a thoughtless machine. Ironic, then, how we consider them to be the true knowledge-bringers of this place we call home, even in this age of microchips, the internet and even games consoles.
Some people have told me, even among my family here, that books are on their way out, but I don't believe that, not for a moment. I will stay ever-hopeful that one day people will read my book, and see me for what I am: a genius.
You see I, Maggie Walsh, have you fooled. I have them all fooled, and it feels good. It feels so good that it's almost as if I might explode from my happiness and all-out glee. You, lying here while they alter you, shape you, in a way that you won't even notice, are completely unaware of what I'm planning. But I'll tell you a secret: everyone will be taken by surprise, shocked and scared after my scheme comes into glorious being.
Because I have the power, the ultimate say-so. It recalls it all in here - in my book. When I am through with you, when that little plastic and metal gem inside your brain unleashes its little surprise, you and all around you will see, too late perhaps, just how amazing I am. Or maybe, by that time, it will be was - I don't know or, frankly care.
All I do know, Hostile 17, is that the plastic and metal piece of treasure now residing within your head is one with you, you will be an extremely fascinating case-study. My little added extras will see to that. But I can only remain hopeful that someone will read my book, and find you, to finish my best ever piece of work.