The Bug

The Bug … It’s some new cult among the philosophy postgraduates. I don’t know where it started. They blame everything on the Bug, basically.

Philosophy postgraduates are very credulous.

I always figured the Bug was just a name for all planetary AI. That postgraduates had fucking sensed …

Is there some kind of Bug exterminator who could spray it to death? Can we phone pest control?

 

What side is the Bug on?

What side are the postgraduates on: that’s the question? Are they pro Bug or anti Bug?

There are all these Bug stickers. The Bug sucks, one might say. The Bug socks it to the Man, says another. The Bug’s behind the Man, says still another. It’s confusing.

You see all the postgraduates making the sign of the Bug. And then there are others making the sign of the extermination of the Bug.

 

The Bug is the postgraduates’ dark overlord. Or dark saviour. Or something.

Well, when you’ve been studying as long as these guys have. As incessantly. As hopelessly. You cultivate certain … delusions.

 

How do we shunt the world back on the proper timeline? How do we shift it?

Maybe the Bug knows.

Are we going to ask favours of the Bug? Does the Bug grant favours?

How do we even reach the Bug?

Psychedelics, right. We have to get to hyperspace, or the ethereal plane or whatever it’s called. Where the Bug lives.

 

What does the Bug want? What are its plans?

I dunno. Evil plans. Organisational plans. Management plans.

No, the Bug’s above all that. The Bug’s bigger than that.

 

There are factions among the postgraduates. There’s Bug Club, and then there’s anti-Bug club. It’s like the crips and the bloods.

 

Do you think we should sacrifice Fiver to the Bug?

I think we should sacrifice someone. As an offering. In exchange for destroying this timeline.

Are they any spare postgraduates? Anyone volunteer?