I know what you’re thinking. “That’s absurd,” you’re thinking, “you don’t have enough rubidium to contain a soul. Plus, where did you find a steady 850 megawatt supply of power?”
But, as it turns out, there’s an easier way!
I would not have believed it, but it seems that the primitive, superstitious tribes we sometimes encounter deep in the Amazon jungle or living in rural Mississippi are right; a photograph really can capture a person’s essence.
Don’t believe me? I defy anyone who knows datan0de to say that this photograph has not fundamentally captured his living essence:
Point of order…
When the window displaying the image is closed, I continue to exist.
(My “Mortos der Soulstealer” userpic has never been so appropriate.)
Heeeee!
*prepares continuously open window just to trap you in it.. considers setting up a mechanical eye to allow it to be continuously watched*
*whistles innocently*
Point of order…
When the window displaying the image is closed, I continue to exist.
(My “Mortos der Soulstealer” userpic has never been so appropriate.)
Heeeee!
*prepares continuously open window just to trap you in it.. considers setting up a mechanical eye to allow it to be continuously watched*
*whistles innocently*
You fool – photos don’t capture essences, they copy them! Now there’s two of them!! – ZM
You fool – photos don’t capture essences, they copy them! Now there’s two of them!! – ZM