黑塔：模擬宇宙一直在模擬星神並向祂們發問，這一次不如讓星神來問問我…最好把我問得啞口無言。
黑塔：…得先把祂們引出來。
模擬宇宙：黑塔女士向模擬宇宙全域廣播虛數流溢問題的答案，失敗。
模擬宇宙：黑塔女士捏着鼻子向模擬宇宙全域發表了讚美星神的演講，失敗。
黑塔：沒勁，走了。
模擬宇宙：一瞬間，祂出現了。祂的身軀龐大若神物，齒輪與纖纜精妙絕倫地糾纏在一起。祂觀察、計算、求解一切。祂提出疑問、進行驗證、獲取解答。除此之外，祂什麼都不做。
模擬宇宙：祂知道的太多了——你什麼都可以問祂。在祂面前，人類是如此無知：那些你頭腦中僅有的經驗、知識，它們…少得可憐。
黑塔：果然還是博識尊給我面子。
黑塔：別人把我的思考視作無法理解的魔法，你的思考對我來說也差不多。所以，無所不知的存在，請向我提問——
博識尊：██！
黑塔：拜託你了，說人話吧。
博識尊：祂沒有回答，唯有靜默。
黑塔：……
黑塔：我也無話可說。
模擬宇宙：一瞬間，你被某種力量驅逐了，這宇宙間至深的秘密猶如長着觸手的深淵，把你拖進無法逃脫的恐怖之中。
模擬宇宙：黑塔被強制登出。
模擬宇宙：黑塔重新登錄。
黑塔：阿哈，就知道是你！
博識尊？：祂說的是：「哈哈！」哈哈哈哈哈哈哈！
博識尊？：你信了？瞧啊，模擬宇宙的算力像波板糖的花紋一樣涌到這兒。
博識尊？：怎麼？你知道祂不會回你一個「哈哈」？
黑塔：哈哈，因為機器頭根本不會回答！問題和懷疑是思想的本質，沒有禁忌、沒有邊界、沒有盡頭——
黑塔：除非祂撂挑子不幹了。
黑塔：不過你不能就這麼走了，作為補償，你來問我一個問題吧，不許講笑話。
阿哈：凡人一思考，機器頭就發笑！要不要來當假面愚者？讓我看你一眼？
黑塔：滾。我要伊德莉拉。
——一則很久之前的模擬宇宙運行記錄
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
