Sunday

Suez opens his eyes, closes them, opens them again, then gets out of bed. He knows how he got here, at least this much is clear. The dull pain of the hangover will overwhelm him soon much like a drop of ink invades the clarity of water. He will have to talk to people today - go through the routine in all its glorious frivolity.

"God spoke to me last night", he mumbles over breakfast. It is 1 in the afternoon.
"What did he say?"
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm, Luke. Obviously God doesn't talk to people. It was a dream. Or a hallucination."
"Yea, I suppose it would be quite difficult for an immaterial being to have any sort of interface with a material being like you or I. That's why I've always argued that religious people are not wholly material."
"But aren't you a materialist?"
"Well yes, I am. I'm just saying that the religious are missing some material, some matter, possibly from the brain."
"Clever."

"It is possible, you know, that God does exist."
A wily sort of grin appeared on Luke's face. "Possible, sure. A lot of things are possible, Suez. If you think of our reality as that which is perceived by our senses, then we can reduce experience and, consequently, all life, to mere electrical impulses in the brain. We could then suppose as remotely possible the notion that all our experiences - our reality - is a false creation of some external apparatus. It is possible that an Evil Genius - hell, lets call him "God" - is at the helm of an 'experience machine' to which your brain is connected via electrodes. This machine invents all your experience including all your thoughts, interactions, emotions, sensations, etc. And why not, while we're at it, pursue other possibilities. It is possible that only three things in this universe exist: the Evil Genius God, his machine, and your brain, which may or may not resemble your brain as you currently conceive it because your conception of the human brain is informed by a duplicitous experience machine controlled by an Evil genius who is probably even more duplicitous. This conversation we are having, along with the rest of the world and its trillions of human and non-human inhabitants could be completely imagined - artificial constructs of an elaborate 'experience machine' devised by an Evil Genius named God. O, and suppose this God had omnipotence and omniscience. Just imagine the possibilities!

"So you admit the possibility?'
"Yes."