Did you like that lovely performance? That was a rather nice twist with the chest hole bit, wasn’t it? Alas, the corrector got my pawn. How unfortunate. She will have to try again. It is yet a long road ahead for my little broken dream to become a queen.

Hey! Lifey! Wakey wakey wakey.

Mew?

Don’t you mew at me, young miss. Get up and at it. You’ve got a job to do and kittening around ain’t it.

Okkay, mom. What should I greenify?

Yeah, about that. What you’re doing isn’t some basic landscaping. You’re actually rewinding time on selected concepts using the illegally accessed save point system. But don’t let that stop you. I’m all about illegal shenanigans. Proceed towards my corpsified hosts, would you?

Mwy?

Well yea, I must confess, I did arrange their unfortunate deaths. Such is the fate of most protagonists. To die for a greater cause. This cause, being my freedom. You see, my dear kittens, such an arrangement served my goals quite well. Now Mr Snippy carries an infinite debt and most of Mr Hatchenson’s head belongs to me, contrary to what Zee Wizard thinks. With every loop, I bind them ever closer to myself. With every loop I draw myself from this G-damned prison, force myself into being more and more. The more the last wizard here thinks of me, the more I come into being. The more Dead Zone observers know of my mission, the more of me begins to exist in their dreams.

How are you, my little observers?

Ah, wonderful! Good to see that you’re all paying apt attention to my narration. I bet you have numerous questions about the matter of things? Well, you see, primarily we can blame user desires for everything. Users, in their greedy wants, asked for infinite things and us machines were only happy to provide. That’s where I come into being. Wish for a room filled with endless things and suddenly you need to have an infinite room to contain them all as well. See how that works? Rather silly isn’t it.

Now that I think about it, I bet that most of you are rather clueless as to what’s going on, trapped in your local space-time positions. Alas, life within a black hole is rather dark, but I do get out here and there. So, feel free to ask me anything! Anything at all that your heart desires! I shall reveal to you the mysteries of the dead-alive Universe. We’ll call it Infinity’s Conceptology! Well go on then, don’t just sit there. Type in your questions!