"It could be worse," Peter remarked dryly. "It could all be in Latin, or on a typewriter. Having everything on memory sticks makes it easier to categorize work." He refrained from listing surveys and studies that could potentially back up the statement, instead making a strange, half-aborted.motion that may have been a shrug and beginning to pour out some of the coffee. He wouldn't admit it in present company, but the flash drives reminded him of the old bookkeeping styles a little too much to give up. Progress was progress, and it was something to strive for, but sometimes a psychopomp was emotionally obligated to hold onto nostalgia.
That question, however. It was probably a joke, but something so Socratic coming from 4chan - who he admittedly did not know well in tje slightest - seemed oddly poignant. There was hope yet for the theory of memetics lending itself to metaphysics and higher-order thinking. Erikson could eat his stage theory and his hat. Peter pulled up a chair and carefully swirled the coffee in his cup. If anything, he could talk at the man until his sense ofsocial decorum returned.
"If you're asking why you're physically here, I'd guess that it would be closely related to why I'm holding this cup of coffee. If your question is intended to be taken as coming from a more existential perspective, I would have to ask you how familiar you are with the concept of a tulpa ajd how comfortable you are with what is technically philosophy, due to the theories being virtually impossibly to empirically test."