Herta: The Simulated Universe has always been simulating the Aeons and asking THEM. This time, we might as well let the Aeon ask me... It'd be great if THEIR question have me at a loss of words.
Herta: ...I need to get THEM out first.
Simulated Universe: Madam Herta broadcasts to the entire Simulated Universe the answer to the Imaginary Overflow Question. Fail.
Simulated Universe: Madam Herta pinches her nose and broadcasts to the entire Simulated Universe a speech praising the Aeons. Fail.
Herta: Boring. I'm leaving.
Simulated Universe: THEY appear in the blink of an eye. THEIR body is giant as a divine, the cogs and wires intricately intertwined together. THEY observe, calculate, and seek to know everything. THEY give questions, conduct proofs, and obtain answers. THEY do nothing else.
Simulated Universe: THEY know too much — You can ask THEM anything. Humans are so ignorant before THEM. Those tiny amounts of experience and knowledge in your head... They are pitifully small in volume.
Herta: So, only Nous would give me some respect.
Herta: Other humans view my thinking process as incomprehensible magic, and I view your thoughts in the same way. So, all-knowing being, ask me —
Nous: ██!
Herta: Please speak human.
Nous: THEY do not respond and remain silent.
Herta:...
Herta: I have nothing to say, either.
Simulated Universe: You are instantly expelled by some force. The deepest secret of this universe is like an abyss with tentacles, dragging you into inescapable fear.
Simulated Universe: Herta has been forcibly logged out.
Simulated Universe: Herta has re-logged.
Herta: Aha! I knew it was you
Nous?: THEY said "HAHA!" Hahahahaha!
Nous?: You bought that? Look. The computing power of the Simulated Universe is swarming here like the patterns of a rainbow lollipop.
Nous?: What? You are so sure that THEY won't reply with HAHA?
Herta: Heh, because Droidhead would never answer! Questions and doubts are the essence of thought. There is nothing that is forbidden, nothing serves as a boundary, and nothing is regarded as its end —
Herta: Unless THEY quit.
Herta: But you can't just leave like this. As payment, you ask me a question. Don't tell a joke.
Aha: Whenever mortals think, Droidhead would laugh! Would you like to become a Masked Fool for me? Let me glance at you?
Herta: Get out. I want Idrila.
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An ancient Simulated Universe operation record