Kyle tried to come to terms with the fact that he was plagued by the voice of somebody who obviously suffered from paranoid schizophrenia.
Even worse, that somebody couldn't even remember the last four sentences.
This thing or guy or whatever was like an old AI that just generated responses based on the current topic and whatever Kyle said.
But it also was a human… in a way?
It was like an old AI human.
As Theodor kept droning on and on about Hieronymus Skysand, Kyle tried to think of a way to deal with this entire mess.
'What the fuck am I supposed to do with this schizo inside my brain? What do normal schizos do if they want to live a normal life?'
'I guess they just do their best to ignore the voices or take some medication.'
'Well, I can't really do that. This guy can blow himself up, and I kind of believe him. This guy seems insane enough to strap a bomb to his torso just so that the other person wouldn't be rude to him or something.'
