There is a man here. He seems happy to see you.
I'M TOLD YOU'RE A GREAT MIND.
OR, I BELIEVE I WAS TOLD? PERHAPS, I IMAGINED IT.
PERHAPS YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER MIND IN A SEA OF MEDIOCRITY.
THAT'S ALRIGHT. I AM AS WELL. FORGOTTEN AND LOST.
BUT, IF YOU ARE A GREAT MIND,
THEN DO YOU STILL HAVE WORRIES?
IF MY MIND WAS GREATER, WOULD I HAVE WORRIES?
I LIKE TO PRETEND I AM GREAT.
IT MAKES MY BROTHER HAPPY, AND I CANNOT NOT PLEASE OTHERS.
FOR, IF I DO NOT PLEASE, I AM NOT A MAN WORTH BEING.
OR AM I ALREADY A MAN NOT BEING?
IT'S HARD TO SAY. FOR, WE CANNOT CHOOSE TO BE OR NOT TO BE.
ALL WE CAN DO IS PRETEND. AND IS THAT NOT WHAT WE'RE DOING?
PERHAPS THIS IS GIBBERISH TO YOU, FOR THAT, I AM SORRY.
PERHAPS I AM NOT REAL AT ALL, AND FOR THAT, I AM SORRY.
HOW ABOUT THIS....
He hands you a small, white egg.
IF YOU RECEIVE THIS EGG, THEN IT MEANS I AM REAL.
AND IF I AM REAL, THEN PERHAPS, I CAN BE GREAT LIKE YOU.
Excuse you?! Come back and stop speaking in riddles!! Is this some sick prank??
Subspace looks at the egg he was given.
It is scrutinized with the utmost precision, before he huffs and puts it aside. He’ll have to examine it more later. There are more important things at hand.
Actually, don’t even bother coming back…
He mutters under his breath.