黑塔：模拟宇宙一直在模拟星神并向祂们发问，这一次不如让星神来问问我…最好把我问得哑口无言。
黑塔：…得先把祂们引出来。
模拟宇宙：黑塔女士向模拟宇宙全域广播虚数流溢问题的答案，失败。
模拟宇宙：黑塔女士捏着鼻子向模拟宇宙全域发表了赞美星神的演讲，失败。
黑塔：没劲，走了。
模拟宇宙：一瞬间，祂出现了。祂的身躯庞大若神物，齿轮与纤缆精妙绝伦地纠缠在一起。祂观察、计算、求解一切。祂提出疑问、进行验证、获取解答。除此之外，祂什么都不做。
模拟宇宙：祂知道的太多了——你什么都可以问祂。在祂面前，人类是如此无知：那些你头脑中仅有的经验、知识，它们…少得可怜。
黑塔：果然还是博识尊给我面子。
黑塔：别人把我的思考视作无法理解的魔法，你的思考对我来说也差不多。所以，无所不知的存在，请向我提问——
博识尊：██！
黑塔：拜托你了，说人话吧。
博识尊：祂没有回答，唯有静默。
黑塔：……
黑塔：我也无话可说。
模拟宇宙：一瞬间，你被某种力量驱逐了，这宇宙间至深的秘密犹如长着触手的深渊，把你拖进无法逃脱的恐怖之中。
模拟宇宙：黑塔被强制登出。
模拟宇宙：黑塔重新登录。
黑塔：阿哈，就知道是你！
博识尊？：祂说的是：「哈哈！」哈哈哈哈哈哈哈！
博识尊？：你信了？瞧啊，模拟宇宙的算力像波板糖的花纹一样涌到这儿。
博识尊？：怎么？你知道祂不会回你一个「哈哈」？
黑塔：哈哈，因为机器头根本不会回答！问题和怀疑是思想的本质，没有禁忌、没有边界、没有尽头——
黑塔：除非祂撂挑子不干了。
黑塔：不过你不能就这么走了，作为补偿，你来问我一个问题吧，不许讲笑话。
阿哈：凡人一思考，机器头就发笑！要不要来当假面愚者？让我看你一眼？
黑塔：滚。我要伊德莉拉。
——一则很久之前的模拟宇宙运行记录
Herta: The Simulated Universe has always been simulating the Aeons and asking THEM. This time, we might as well let the Aeon ask me... It'd be great if THEIR question have me at a loss of words.
Herta: ...I need to get THEM out first.
Simulated Universe: Madam Herta broadcasts to the entire Simulated Universe the answer to the Imaginary Overflow Question. Fail.
Simulated Universe: Madam Herta pinches her nose and broadcasts to the entire Simulated Universe a speech praising the Aeons. Fail.
Herta: Boring. I'm leaving.
Simulated Universe: THEY appear in the blink of an eye. THEIR body is giant as a divine, the cogs and wires intricately intertwined together. THEY observe, calculate, and seek to know everything. THEY give questions, conduct proofs, and obtain answers. THEY do nothing else.
Simulated Universe: THEY know too much — You can ask THEM anything. Humans are so ignorant before THEM. Those tiny amounts of experience and knowledge in your head... They are pitifully small in volume.
Herta: So, only Nous would give me some respect.
Herta: Other humans view my thinking process as incomprehensible magic, and I view your thoughts in the same way. So, all-knowing being, ask me —
Nous: ██!
Herta: Please speak human.
Nous: THEY do not respond and remain silent.
Herta:...
Herta: I have nothing to say, either.
Simulated Universe: You are instantly expelled by some force. The deepest secret of this universe is like an abyss with tentacles, dragging you into inescapable fear.
Simulated Universe: Herta has been forcibly logged out.
Simulated Universe: Herta has re-logged.
Herta: Aha! I knew it was you
Nous?: THEY said "HAHA!" Hahahahaha!
Nous?: You bought that? Look. The computing power of the Simulated Universe is swarming here like the patterns of a rainbow lollipop.
Nous?: What? You are so sure that THEY won't reply with HAHA?
Herta: Heh, because Droidhead would never answer! Questions and doubts are the essence of thought. There is nothing that is forbidden, nothing serves as a boundary, and nothing is regarded as its end —
Herta: Unless THEY quit.
Herta: But you can't just leave like this. As payment, you ask me a question. Don't tell a joke.
Aha: Whenever mortals think, Droidhead would laugh! Would you like to become a Masked Fool for me? Let me glance at you?
Herta: Get out. I want Idrila.
—An ancient Simulated Universe operation record
