} ORACLE : (shyly, timidly) Well, um, (clears throat), not to seem
} overly vain or anything (coughs politely), but, er, it seems that -
} well, some people have told me that *I* am, you know, pretty
} important to the Internet.
} YOU: I thought you were the *Usenet* Oracle...
} ORACLE : Oh, yeah, well, uh, Usenet, Internet, same thing.
} YOU : Um, well, people might laugh at the idea of an omniscient
} being roaming around the Information Highway.
} ORACLE : No need to worry. I'll include a ZOT in every book
} to convince your readers of the authenticity of my existence.
} YOU : No, really, it's all right. No need to go to such trouble...
} ORACLE : Don't worry. Your books will become a best-seller
} overnight. People will buy it in mass quantities as present for
} their in-laws, their bosses, their children's pets. You'll
} go down in history.
} [You smile happily.]
} [Curtains fall.]
} You owe the Oracle an autographed copy of your
} posthumously published book.