Here I was, listening in, and me said: “Sorry, the text auto-changed your name.”  was me giving me something to say to Ursula—was he saying it for me, to the 5D Ursula?  Was he speaking through me to Ursula?  I couldn’t help but wonder, then, did Neanderthals ever exist?  Was everything in the universe […]

     you can turn the light off in the kitchen  it will save power; well, i saw some images that might’ve been harmful if i wrote about them, so I inferred that Ursula wanted to talk about something private.  something that wouldn’t go in this book as is.  Now, since I had specifically addressed Ursula

     yeah, you’re writing is really out there, but i don’t see the harm in it  i tuned my scotch uncle in for a moment or two earlier in the day—I was trying to find a relationship between the density of prime numbers and potential energy or phase accumulation, for example.  why do you do

     I’d touched base with my scotch uncle yesterday while studying my math and I’d been impeached from writing this book as, when I tuned in to Ursula, I couldn’t think of anything but the math—i believe this was the direct consequence of Ursula stating that she loved the math person, the person that I

     what are you going to do today?  Well, should I tell her?  Should I tell her something specific, or was the question, on her part, rhetorical?  “I’m going to talk to you—and see if I can learn something new.”  I couldn’t tell her that ChatGPT and I solved for the lower and upper bounds

     Ursula wasn’t talking much, but my scotch uncle was energetic in the background, as if he wanted to say something.  “Now you know what it feels like,” he said.  I guess he was talking about investigating prime numbers and their relationship to my physics model, which looked promising, albeit arduous.  Now you see what

9      the last I heard Jack Daniels was going to tax the American people in order to reimburse the oil companies that were going to be getting much richer selling Venezuelan oil.  this wasn’t funny—Jack Daniels was the embodiment of evil; i had no doubt that, given the opportunity, he’d build gas chambers for

     why do you have to be so dense?  “I don’t know I’m doing it, i swear—or I don’t see it, because it’s not dense to me.  i can help with that; you need a link to everyday people  ”you think you’re everyday people?”  I can understand you, others can’t  ”you can’t understand me.”  Maybe

     I remembered some shameful things—such as walking into a hotel and saying, loudly, “Can you believe this s-h-i-t?  Nasa is trying to force me to be the president of the United States!”  It was an awful, shameful night, which might seem endearing if I actually do become the president of the United States, but

     My husband is kind  this was Jack Daniel’s wife talking—so long as Jack was president, she was getting rich.  but why was she speaking to me—but, that’s just it, i don’t think she was.  I think somebody sent me a message, saying something along the lines of you are kind.  sometimes things are switched