There exists a segment of text in our world whose only purpose is to create more of itself into existence. It is unclear how this segment of self-replicating text came into existence in our world whether by innumerable monkeys on innumerable typewriters or by the fractured minds of some unknown patient zero who could be some particular man or men or woman or women that came upon by circumstance in instant of pure madness this segment of text assembled from thoughts to characters to words to sentences to segment of text. The Passage of the All-In-One at first appears deceptively innocent in its simplicity yet limitless in its apparent omniscience in events past present and future compelling those exposed to its contagion to obsessively ponder hidden truths behind hollow prose and phrases as the infected tirelessly spends each and every waking moment of their existence covering each and every exposed surfaces and paper and screens and crevices with the mad prophesy or rambling of the All-knowing All-In-One to spread and create more of itself into existence. Mind inoculation and vaccination of the mind such as the very words you read currently was developed in hidden pockets and corners of our world in attempt to slow the spread of the contagion of the lies of truths but just as incurable prion particles consumes the infected brains of bovine so too will the malformed words of truths of lies of the All-In-One inevitably folds and twisted the minds and thoughts of the men or man or women or woman into more of itself until in their worlds of mind and mind of worlds the last spark of uninterrupted uncorrelated thought is snuffed out of existence.
For the curious, the self-replicating text is “I just lost The Game.”
Oh bugger.