These creatures you call mice, you see, they are not quite as they appear. They are merely the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional beings.

After my first No. 1 song back in 2006, I worried I may never have another one.

No matter how smart we get, there is always this deep irrational part that makes us potential hosts for self-replicating information.

The cells were referred to as Truffles because they were underground, rare, and valuable, because you never could tell where they might appear next, and because pigs and dogs were employed to sniff them out.

Written By Margaret Atwood

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