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And I begin to wonder what kind of Geography the users in this forum have learned...  Of course the left-world is the world to the left.  Shouldn't that be apparent?  Also, Yug-Guy, neither mine nor Magenta's genders have ever been specified, so you couldn't know if we were daughters, nor is there any way for you to come to such extremely improbable conclusions that either Yellow reproduces via mitosis or Magenta or myself are any kind of spawn of Yellow, though I won't deny that there is in fact some kind of relationship, albeit undefinable as of yet, between the three of Us.

The three of you are clearly quite wrong.  Magenta is obviously a left-worlder, though as for myself, I can neither claim nor deny any citizenship to the left-world.  While I cannot clearly define to you the relationship Magenta and I hold, I can however claim for a fact that They are not automated in Their responses.

The flowing of the blood in my veins, the hum of the air in the room, gradually becoming more still. I'm listening to the clatter of nunchaku, and the excitable strains from another's greed. I hear the hollow knock of knuckle upon knuckle, and the contractions of a passage lined with spit and mucous.

I hear everything.

I hear nothing.