[[An adult and a child are talking.]]
Child: What's that on your arm?
Adult: The mark of a secret society.
Child: If it's secret, why tell me --
Adult: Because I know nothing. I can't betray them because I don't know who they
are.
I was chosen by an agent 20 years ago. That was my first and last direct contact. It's safer that way.
Narration: Six years later I found a piece of paper in the street with an address on it. The next day I found a can of kerosene in my garage that I'm sure I never bought.
[[The panel represents these actions by highlighting the mentioned objects in a world of gray.]]
Narration: I didn't know whose house it was. I just knew that I'd been given my orders. And I carried them out.
[[A dark figure is silhouetted against a flame.]]
Adult: I don't know who or what we're fighting.
Adult: Maybe we're the bad guys.
Adult: It doesn't matter to me.
Adult: It's enough to know that there are forces working beneath the chaos of life, and I'm a
part
of them.
Adult: That whatever this "pen fifteen" club is,
Adult: I'm
in
it.
{{Title text: I'm a solipsistic conspiracy theorist. I'm sure I must be up to something, and I will not stop until I find out what.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.