I can recall the day like it was yesterday. I was sat in my cozy study lounge, snuggled into my favourite reading chair as I cracked open my copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy while my 2112 record spun on its turntable.
Just then, the sturdy mahogany door to the room burst open as someone with not a notable feature to them waltzed in. “Syrinx, it’s an emergency!” They cried. “Your mind holds information that the public must know!”
I calmly lifted the needle from my record, setting it to the side as I stood, allowing my red silk kimono to wrap shapelessly around my frighteningly frail body. “And what might that be?”
“Well, it would seem that you’ve gained a slightly above average following,” they explained. “As such, it has stoked the flames of your already inflamed ego!”
“I thought you came here to tell me something I DIDN’T know,” I said with an exaggerated sigh.