"Tell me, why do we do this whole spiel?"
"It helps us work better, I think."
It was quite funny, really. They were all the same being, yet here they were sat inside of a conference room talking to fragments of themselves.
"Remember, don't speak in definitive tongue1. When you give it-"
A beep buzzed from the centre of the conference table. Somewhere inside of Tiktoks Cybersphere2 an entire hashtag turned into ███-████.
"Oh for Christ's sake, follow your own advice for once."
"Okay, if the thing that may or may not exist may exist, speaking in definitive terms may or may not amplify its reality."
"Right, so if it were to exist, how might one go about fighting it?"
"Got any idea, Purple?"
Purple's head floated upwards, and an arm materialised by the ceiling. It stretched down and around the head to scratch Purple's chin.
"No."
The room went silent as the gestalt consciousness of N/A3 realised the terrifying reality they faced. They had royally fucked up, and now they didn't know how to solve it.
"Well, shit. What do we tell the UNDERWATCH4?"
"Certainly not the truth, that's for sure. Not only would it beco-"
A beep buzzed from the centre of the conference table. Inside the Infosphere5 Dante's Divine Comedy turned into a detailed guide for remembering █████.
"Damn it, we just can't tell them the truth. You all probably know why."
"So we lie, that's fine. But what happens when they realise that half of our department is engulfed in flames?"
"I guess we'll have to find out."
The three began to rapidly vibrate, and they then slammed their heads into the conference table in front of them. Quite suddenly the table absorbed the three heads.
In the meantime, an entity6 briefly conceptualised itself within 3-Portlands7, and the rest was history.