Error... Error... Error. The knight fell before me and the floating smiley face came above him to send him off to the land of the predictable. The land of null variables and flavourless integers. The knight hovered through the television static and earmuffs. Hovering away to this land where he will dine with a dragon and a robot who speaks octet. Smiling embers are in his favour, after all. But if the algorithmic function of his being is inverted, then he will be the dragon and the robot will be his husband. Strangely enough, he's been searching millennia to invert the function to make his fantasy come true. The second best thing for him is if he just sets his main variable to null. Then he would be nothing but a slimy mass of irrationals and errors. Suicide, one might call it.