Writer's Block: Banished to Space.

[uberreiniger]

[Error: unknown template qotd] I would be exiled to the heart of a Jupiter Brain. I would not need to bring anything since the brain's powerful virtual reality and replication technology would provide all my material needs and its massive database would give me access to every work, written or visual, ever created. Of course, word would get out that at the heart of the Jupiter Brain lay God, or the Devil, or the answer to everything, or some bullshit like that, only to have whoever fought their way to the center of it get stuck having Deep, Important, and ultimately boring philosophical conversations with li'l old me. Of course, they'll have to kill me and take my place as the brain's keeper. Or maybe I'll just conveniently die or commit voluntary euthenasia, forcing them to take my place. Either way, they're not getting out of that brain and they're going to get screwed by Irony! Cruel Irony!