Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect. You plod along, putting one foot before the other, look up, and suddenly, there you are. Right where you wanted to be all along. She's dead... Wrapped in plastic. One enemy at a time. Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side? If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. What are you looking at, butthead? Holy Snowball Bombs away!

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

So what if the most meaningful day in your life was a simulation operating at minimum complexity.

• You are entering a world of pain.
• What a fool you are. I'm a god! How can you kill a god? How could you be so naive? What a grand ...