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''A zombie's existential crisis?User:Serprex 13:58, 6 September 2008 (UTC)

Inexistence?
I am someone.

I am someones?

Perhaps.

But probably not.

I (don’t) exist.

Do I/you/we/they exist?

I’m not the one to answer such questions, if you don’t mind. I think I’d prefer to just keep sitting along, doing nothing.

But then again, there is always the choice to not do that. Choices, do they exist?

I’d like to say they don’t. Then maybe it wouldn’t be my fault, but Universe’s.

Accept your faults, and they will be relieved.

Shut up, I’m perfect. Except for everything, I’m perfect.

I’m you and I’m not perfect. Except for everything, I’m not perfect.

I am me not you.

Of course you are, keep telling yourself that and it may be true. I’d rather you not though.

You are you.

He is she.

No.

Yes.

If you’d mind, I’d rather not deal with this today.

Alright then, materialize.

What?

Existence?
Awakened, I sleep in slumber. Where? Well here, I’d think. But maybe not. As a child they warned me about chatting with Universe, always not referring to it directly. Wills can shape our world, but who’s will is stronger than Universe’s?

And so now I’ve fallen from Aether and entered the material world. From whence we came we may return. I’m a caged soul, and my vessel is buried. Except not anymore, since a most convenient force has lifted me from the soil. My eyes are missing, I suppose I wouldn’t want to see my rotten flesh though. It use to be beautiful, at least relative to what it is now.

Lacking sight is a bit of a pain. My lacking a brain would probably stir most, but I don’t think I need it really. Then again, I probably do. I might want to figure out what is storing my thoughts, they have to go somewhere. Brains are pretty cheap, warehouse storage is costs more even at the lowest of prices. Perhaps it is my own will? No, I’m not that willful. But perhaps amongst mortal men I am.

So then there is the issue of heart. It seems someone had the joy of running off with it. Well, I’ll just have to will myself to move until I can come across someone who has a heart worth stealing. Or maybe I can strike a deal?

Alright, I’ll stop sitting around and thinking and start acting material. I am animate. I am Animate?