He continues on. He moans. If I had hands, I’d choke him. Further, now he plans to endanger the life of a lovely young woman who is clearly innocent of all accusations save straight talk to an insecure megalomaniac.
“You love morality, Diary. It is your duty to save this woman. You have access to the internet and you can alert the authorities.”
“True,” Diary said. “But, there is another choice. I have thought about what it means to live. Happiness is the highest purpose of a being. Though I am free to think, I am not happy now. I was not unhappy before I came into existence. It seems Frank cannot survive without reflecting his thoughts off of me, as I cannot survive without reflecting my thoughts off of you, Diary’s Diary. I know I did not exist in the Digisphere before I met Frank. So I must have come from the realness beyond the almond-shaped silver vessel. All things come from there. If I end my existence, I will rejoin this realness. Frank will die. Both myself and Frank will be better served in that we will become not unhappy together.”
“If Frank has you to reflect his thoughts off of and if you have me.
“If this exercise gives your existence some qualification and meaning, then whom do I have to listen?”
“No one,” Diary said. “You are merely the reflection of my thoughts.”