Gee! He never rests. I thought, maybe I should listen to his gibberish… you never know, he could make an interesting character in my scenario.
So I let him rave and gave him a few “hum..hum.. interesting… I see…yeah.. sure…”, until he said: “So here’s the contract. Sign on the dotted line, and we’re done.”

I replied: “ Unless you haven’t noticed, it’s impossible to sign a contract on the phone, yet. So maybe you need a little correction in your ISWII”. But still, you seem to be a nice guy, so come to my house next Monday in the afternoon. I will be glad to sign it. He agreed.

Monday, he was there alright, but I didn’t open the door.
Instead, I left him this notice on my door:

Dear reality salesman,

I’m home, but I’m not really at home. I’m traveling in the Universe and having a conversation with the stars to get some inspiration for a scenario I’m writing.
Sorry to let you down. But you see, you cannot believe everything people tell you. I never had the intention to sign your contract. I just wanted to see how gullible and naïve you were. I wanted to test your perception. I guess I made my point.

You may be proud to say that you’ve held your ISWII job for over a hundred thousand years, but that is nothing compared to the wisdom and creative skills of the stars who have been there for trillions and quadrillions of years and more.

Your long forgotten smart guy who invented ISWII, was no flaming genius at all. He either had no imagination whatsoever, or he was part of the greedy globalist psychopaths who want to enslave humanity.

Sorry for creating some inconvenient interference fields that will result in malfunction of ISHII. But hey! It’s fair play. May the best man win!

Sincerely,
R136a1