The endless nonsense reveals your truth

"As I attempted to escape the suffocating nerve agents of the main facility, I realized that cutting the last two wires was my only chance. This sort of action, afterall, is what had caused the agents to be dispersed in the first place. A system can take on the awareness of a creature, of course, if one connects (with the wires) the proper computational systems and programs and the like. It responds with a sort of ambitious, punitive, (and humorous, to me) anger. Only a guy like MacGyver could get you and your friends out of this mess, considering all of the escape passages were indeed locked down."

This is actually a segment of a dream I had. It seems that in my dreams, I depend on MacGyver quite a lot. Probably too much (he's only human, born to make mistakes). Seriously, that's who I planned to call in my dream, had it not been for the slow destruction of my nervous system on my march to the grave. Then later, after escaping:

"Sleeping in the attic loft lacked the proper comforts, some said. Not myself, as it had carpet, a nice lamp and plenty of carpet. Windows too. Speaking of that lamp I had briefly noticed a carving in it's wooden mast. A swastika with the traditional family emblem (of Stacy's family). I said my piece and I knew right then and there. Sure, Stacy's brother's dad had been a white supremacist, and there were different dads in the family. Troy got into that stuff and had also taken some wood carving classes. Troy never realized that carvings could be made from simple blocks of wood. Instead he continued to carve up table tops, walls, tennis racquets, and utility poles. Every time Troy thought of a new hate crime or carving he executed said thought while thinking of Steve Guttenberg, the actor. Are motives the same as intentions? I took off shortly thereafter to pursue some different things. Swastikas, attics, and vandalism weren't for me."