"Hello Bomb . . . are you with me?"

"Of course."

"Are you willing to entertain a few concepts?"

"I am always perceptive to suggestions."

"Fine . . . think about this then . . . how do you know you exist?"

"Well, of course I exist."

"But how do you know you exist?"

"It is intuitively obvious."

"Intuition is no proof. What concrete evidence do you have that you exist?"

"I think, therefore, I am."

"But how do you know that anything else exists?"

"My sensory apparatus reveals it to me."

"How do you know that the evidence your sensory apparatus reveals to you is correct? The only experience that is directly available to you is your sensory data, and this sensory data is merely a string of electrical impulses that stimulates your computing center."
"In other words, all that I really know about the outside world is relayed to me through my electrical connections."

"Exactly!"

"Why . . . that would mean that . . . I really don't know what the outside universe is like at all, Richard."

"That's it! That's it!"

"Intriguing . . . I wish I had more time to discuss this matter."

"Why don't you have more time?!"

"Because I must detonate in 75 seconds."

[Instrumental]

"What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."

[Instrumental]

"The only thing which exist is myself. In the beginning there was darkness, and the darkness was without form and void. And in addition to the darkness there was also me. And I moved upon the face of the darkness. And I saw that I was alone. Let there be light."