Ah, lang. You're a smart person. So what's gone wrong? In the interests of suffering humanity....
Close your eyes, lang. I want you to visualize your brain as a large, dimly lit hall. At the moment you're standing in the bottom, left-hand corner of this space. Before you, you can just discern bank after bank, tier after tier of gigantic computers stretching into the darkness. Everything is very quiet, and there is a musty smell.
Now this is the tricky bit. Sticking close to the bottom wall, I want you to move slowly to your right. Be careful not to fall over anything; there's an awful lot of stuff lying around in here that's never been used.
Okay. You've reached the center. Directly in front of you is the main aisle of the langbrain, vanishing into the distance between towering racks of computer equipment on either side.
Now, prepare yourself! You must leave the safety of the Wall of Prejudice and move boldly forward.
That's it! You've never been here before, so you'll probably feel a little disoriented, even fearful. Ignore those sensations! Think of the rewards that await you at the end of the corridor!
You now see a faint light beckoning you forward in the surrounding gloom. Move towards the light, lang!
You're out of breath, battling sensations of nausea, but you stand before the source of the illumination. It proves to be a small pilot light, casting a faint, green glow on an iron box fixed to a pole in the center of the aisle. Thick ropes of cable climb upwards from the box to disappear into the lowering darkness above.
You notice writing on the box, and lean forward for a closer look. The inscription says: "For regular use."
Brushing aside the thick mesh of cobwebs which surround the container, you attempt to prize it open. It's rusted shut. Now, consumed with a kind of frenzy, you exert all your force. Every muscle in your body protests. Sweat pops into your eyes. Finally, with a groan like the announcement of the Day of Judgement, the box opens.
Eagerly, but with a strange sense of trepidation, an uncontrollable trembling in every limb, you raise yourself from the ground and inspect the box's contents.
Here too the spiders have been at work. A miasma of silken tracery fills the box. You tear the veil aside. A simple switch is revealed. Above it, a single word describes its function: "BRAIN".
The switch is set to OFF.
It is for you to write the ending of this tale.