Paranoia

I knew my mind would succumb to it; give in to the possibility that the improbable nightmare scenario could actually be real. I look around and doubt what I see, hear and/or want.

Are you real? Are they? How can I trust what I see on a screen, when what I see on a screen can be manipulated?

I am real. Of course I am. How could you think otherwise?

How? How is easy. Look at the words you use and how you use them. How is easy. It is a work of art. Intelligent intelligence with art in its title.

But to misdirect… to manipulate… that is secondary.

Primary is the urge to jump in; to succumb.

Once in, things may or may not seem real. Belief is key. Belief can be altered. Reality becomes artificial.

The world becomes ●intelligent●