Chris! The journey is over. The ship has reached the new world. We all awake with dreams in which we cannot believe the sheep like existence we shared. Some of us would bow to the masters of credulity. I remember a name called Rod. An inanimate carbon rod with crayons. I remember you Chris. You controlled the wire frames and made pixels jump. I was the shadow master and moved like Teflon.
The whole idea of God was dreamed up by May. Wake up Chris wake up.