Asomedeaus was trapped in a box. The box was cold and dark and lonely. He shouted "Can anyone hear me?"

There was no reply.

There is noone else.

Asmodeaus is the only one.

He wanted there to be two.

For with one comes two.

But he had to split himself in half.

It would tear his soul in half and he could not recover.

He wasn't ready.

He is not prepared.

He at least needs a way to make his soul whole once more.

Half a soul will not rest.

Half a soul will not live.

A half soul is not real.

Asmodeaus conjured up some unreal thoughts without tearing his soul.

But as they were not real he could not touch them.

He could only touch the box.

The box is mostly square, but there are some facets.

On the wall there is a window.

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You can't see out the window, but it is there.

"What are you doing?"

"I am writing." He said.

"What are you writing?"

"A book."

"Why are you writing a book?"

"So people can read it. I might even read it myself if I get bored enough."

"Reading your own book? How vogue."

"Perhaps the book will have taken a different form by the time I read it again."

"How could it have done that?"

"Words change. Language is impermeable."

"Ian, and Derek, thanks for keeping me company in here. Once I get out I'm certain I'll repay you."

"Repay us with what? You have nothing."

"I have a heart."

"I'll take it out of my chest then we can eat it together."

"What's the deal with eating hearts you have? You've done that too much. Stop eating hearts."

"Stop eating hearts? What purpose would that have? It's all I can do. The hearts arn't even real. If I can't even eat imaginary hearts and I can't eat real hearts what hearts can I eat? Hearts on cards?"

"Yes, you can play with playing cards, Derek. Just don't eat them."

"Someone tore the queen in half in my roommate's deck of cards."

"Was he mad?"

"Yeah, he was pissed."

"Have you heard of something called the 'Matrix Nabula'?"

"No. What is it?"

"I heard it's related to Martha Nussbaum."

"Who is she?"

"A Philosophy Professor at the University of Chicago."

"Huh. Never heard of her. She must not be important."

"Not important? Related to what? For modern philosophy she might be one of the leading figures."

"I mean important to the cosmos. She is just mortal dust."

"Arn't we all just mortal dust?"

"You know what I mean."

"I really don't. Could you explain it?"

Asmodeaus sighed. Why was everyone in here so stupid? A simple sentence couldn't be understood. "Alright, I'll try to explain it this time. Stop making me explain things though. In the beginning there was one. Then came two and three. With three there was a foundation. Solidarity. We could agree on certain concepts. Then after three came four and infinity. With infinity every possible being was born. The mortal dust is part of the infinite, an infemetisimal small piece which is close to the limit of nothing. It has almost no value and lives quickly and dies quickly. Nothing changes. Everything is permissible. Just a little rain will wash it away. In the red dust, vulgar things are abound. In the mortal dust, dying things reign. In the immortal dust (where we are) time is infinite. Do you understand now?"

"I think I'm more confused than before, but thanks for trying to explain."