Marvin was forever an outcast, at least he certainly thought
so. He felt so sure about things, that life’s purpose was so simple but
glorious. Science was too busy looking at rocks, and every religion he looked
into got it wrong. God didn’t create anything, God was the end goal, the end
point, what would be created at the end of existence.
But eventually he found a likeminded voice, in a cartoon
from Japan, one
of the characters spoke at length about his exact vision.
He contacted the creator, but blamed the reply talking about
‘parody’ as a translation issue.
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