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The two of them sat on their beds, heads turned away from each other. Outside the thunderstorm raged,making a deafening noise as the rain crashed over the cars and the passersby, who - were unfortunate enough not to expect this event.

The programmer began humming a tune as he leaned back into his laptop, adjusted his glasses and went on with his work.His roommate, however - was now watching him, cross legged , as he went back into his business.

For a while it seemed completely unnoticeable, but just for a second - he had a flicker.

"You". He said to the programmer, "You remind me of someone"

"Who?"

"Someone who looked a lot like you, a long time ago."

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"And does he have a name?"

"Can't..remember"

He shrugged, and turned on the television. There was a politician on the news, a live press conference about how everything was fine, and that there was no scandal that was otherwise the main topic of the day.

His attention wavered for a few minutes as he flipped past the channels, over to a woman in the mall, explaining nail care to a puzzled and not - so- good looking onlooker, who listened with rapt attention.Someone with a guitar, no older than him - was now on the the screen. The girl shrieked, and hugged the new entrant, who was in all smiles.

He turned off the television.

"This makes no sense"

"What doesn't?"

"Do you think god watches just one channel, Hans?"

"He probably has a television so big even he couldn't watch all of it."

"But if he made every television program, then wouldn't he probably know every punchline, every climax, every ending?"

"Probably."

"That must suck. "

He was silent again, for a few seconds.

"What now?"

"What if we're currently on, hans?"

"On where?"

"On god's television?"

" I don't think anyone wants to see your chest hair"

He put on his shirt, and went back to bed.

"Someday, hans" He said placidly "You will realise - this was the most important conversation in your life."

Hans rolled his eyes, and continued working on his laptop.

In the room, where he stayed alone.