Flat

She looked out or rather, she saw.  For how could she look out if all was flat.  How long had she believed this? Fifteen minutes, fifteen years, fifteen million years... she didn't know.  Did she even believe in flatness?  Or, and this'll really get you, did she believe in anything at all?

*Brain Freeze*

Fifteen minutes later (or was it 7?) and back on the track.

All she could see was on a flat dimensional screen before her.  Her arms, her body, the bodies of those around her, the wall, the device upon which she now recorded her thoughts with what appeared to be fingers in this massive swirl of colour and misconceptions.  Depth. What was depth.  Intricate three-dimensional programming inside her master algorithm.  Merely a set of numbers patterned to be this Being.  She "looked out" a pair of eyes she had been pre-programmed to believe in upon initialization (birth).

*Brain Freeze*

Fifteen minutes later (or was it years?) and back on track.

How could she possibly explain this to others.  What was the point of explaining it to others if there were none other than her?  Maybe an inner need to sort it out and explain it to herself.  Was she playing a game?  Errrghhhhh..

*Brain Lock* ...... thought process paused.