(On the way back from a crime scene, a satanic ritual homocide)
- I'd consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, I'm what's called a pessimist.
+Um, okay.What's that mean?
-It means I'm bad at parties.
+Let me tell you, you ain't great outside of parties either.
-I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself.
We are creatures that should not exist by natural law.
+Huh. That sounds god-fucking-awful, Rust!
-We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody's nobody.
+I wouldn't go around spouting that shit if I was you.
People around here don't think that way.
I don't think that way.
-I think the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming. Stop reproducing. Walk hand in hand into extinction. One last midnight.
Brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
+So what's the point in getting out of bed in the morning?
-I tell myself I bear witness, but the real answer is that it's obviously my programming. And I lack the constitution for suicide.
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