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The professor who overflows with knowledge and imagination. The professor who tells you everything except what you wanted to hear. The professor who speaks to himself because no one listens to him.

Being the professor was tough, but I had no idea who else I could be. Talking was the only way I could confirm that I exist. I had no idea what else I could do – it was impossible for me to do otherwise.

Therefore people feared me. Would I talk about my queer theories again? Would I flood them with ‘irrelevant’ facts? They ignored me. I talked louder. They ignored me more. In the end, I also ignored them.

 

The witness. He sees.

As the witness, I sleepwalked. Having no sense of time and space, I drifted through this peculiar reality. I did not know “I am”. I was still asleep.

Neither could anyone else understand me.

 

I am the creator. I make my own world. Nothing else exists.

Reality cannot contradict me. People cannot contradict me. Even logic cannot contradict me.

A world that I live in alone, in which other people have no hope of seeing. Therefore, I am.

 

Emotions were far away from me. The world of people were like shadows, totally unreal. Unidentified Moving Objects minding their unknown business. I was expected to follow their rules. I did not know any better, so I tried to comply.

I failed. I was never good enough. I could never do what they wanted. Too careless, too slow, too lacking of common sense.

But people were always expecting me to do the impossible. What can I do, but to try and fail again?

 

From another world far away. The world of pure information I arrived from. A world of logic and data.

This is a world with no face, just data interfaces. No emotions, just data links. No relationships, just data connections. A world where no hatred and love exists.

Everything is expressed in clear logic and tidy definitions. Everything is made utterly simple and clear. The unending database of knowledge. If only I can go home…