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feel like, and fulfill all the depravities a young six year old could think of. But it never mattered what strange things he saw from cannibalistic English teachers to a 90 on his math tests, he could never tell. ‘So this is what it’s like,’ he thought. Before a second thought he heard a skateboard coming towards him on the path, the guy riding it was small and hat a cap, he wore a dark shirt. As he got closer he looked at Sam, and stopped just a bit before him. ‘Hey man, just wondering, has the X75 passed yet?’ Sam had never seen an X75 and he was sure that it didn’t exist, but it was a dream and so maybe it did. ‘Nah man not yet, should be here in a few minutes.’ The stranger simply gave him a thumbs up as he picked his skateboard and sat down a bit further ahead of Sam. A few seconds later the X75 had arrived. The bus was green, it had no posters, or ads advertising toothpaste, it was a bus he had never seen before, so he decided he would enter. As he entered the bus,, the guy with the skateboard turned and said, ‘Welcome.’ Sam woke, he was no longer tired, the chair became cement again, and he could hear professor Lichstein, ‘Everything in this world is a lie, everything that you see or hear or taste cannot be told it exists without any doubt because those are no more than thought, synapses and electrons making you see what you see, furthermore nothing can ever said to be known, because it relies on these senses, the only truth lies in math.’ Sam and most of the students had heard the professor’s philosophical

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