Such things they say.

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It is 72, here in the front room.  With the computer on and me here.  Strange.  As mentioned, it is 66 out in the main of the house, the northern sections.  Well, last I looked.  Very strange.

Strange music, and more, appeared.  Some of it causes laughter, some of it... other things.  Interesting.  Yes, interesting.  Some of it, but the gists.

No real idea.  A story the writes itself?

Nothing is autonomous.  Just... curious... who?

I do love stories.  If no one tells them, I make them?  Or... see them?  Certainly show them?  If... any of this is real?  If it isn't real, perhaps I will make it so.

It's... blue.  I am certain.  Later.