I am Being Controlled

When I was a young Hobbes, there was this toy football game. It was in the shape of a football pitch and had little slots for the plastic footballers to slide up and down. Not up and down the entire length of the field but just an inch or so.

I hated football back then and am apathetic to it now. But this plastic electronicky game put a strange thought into my head. What if the world was basically just a global version of this game? What if we were all being controlled by someone/thing? What would that mean for free will?

Even as a child I was profoundly paranoid. Lousy traumatic childhood…


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All-round irritant, expert swordsman (loves lopping off the heads of ghouls), professional charlatan and outrageous wearer of black cocktail dresses...
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