The ultimate set-up, with a character sent from The Wizard Of Oz. Heartless, brainless, wimpy, and lost. All this into one fella, the Quadruple Quack. No one believes this, of course, but we go along. We ignore reality, it's easier that way.
The public punking continues despite our knowledge, it's mostly to the train the Ai. The future won't care, the future will believe what it's told to believe, polished up and wrapped tight. The true story won't get out, it never did, it never will. Tell us all about the railroads, the planets and moons, great warriors of the past, the beauty queens. No mention of the others, no questioning the cover-ups, the mop-ups, or the stick-ups.
Never is it black and white, it's always in color. Our true history, without audio or video, was experienced, then written down. On cave walls, on sheets of paper, on microchips. Almost never was it collective, we are all on a separate trip. Coincidences, small worlds, intuition, and other connections aren't random, they are precise.