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Ah, Paula. Like a cool mist in a nighttime breeze hitting a hot, tension-strangled face, you have returned to the quiet joy of watching Probe again.
"If you're so smart, how come you let a computer program chase you into a laundry mat?"
"Insult it; threaten it. Pretend you're talking to me."
"Why did the millionaire choose the secretary's brain instead of the genius's when he needed a transplant?"
"Austin James...cosmic enigma...the greatest riddle of all."
Even now, after so many years, I derive a lot of pleasure out of that little show. It still inspires. It makes me want to write. I can't write right now, of course. That would be just stupid. But at least it inflates a sense of hope in me that writing will become a possibility again. I hesitate to even consider revising and completing my unfinished Probe work, but at the very least, I feel like I might still have it in me somewhere.
"If you're so smart, how come you let a computer program chase you into a laundry mat?"
"Insult it; threaten it. Pretend you're talking to me."
"Why did the millionaire choose the secretary's brain instead of the genius's when he needed a transplant?"
"Austin James...cosmic enigma...the greatest riddle of all."
Even now, after so many years, I derive a lot of pleasure out of that little show. It still inspires. It makes me want to write. I can't write right now, of course. That would be just stupid. But at least it inflates a sense of hope in me that writing will become a possibility again. I hesitate to even consider revising and completing my unfinished Probe work, but at the very least, I feel like I might still have it in me somewhere.
