David Boree

There was no room.

Couldn't have a programming flow state for nine hours.

I had trouble sleeping.

The slightest noise in my mind kept alerting me to the possibility that someone like my roommate from several months ago was going to attack me in my sleep.

So this is not a healthy situation.

And both Gwyn and Ziz have endured some specific traumas.

And both are also prone to flights of grandiosity and delusion.

And now they are trapped all day, every day, together in a single room where their various neuroses are clashing with each other.

And their only relief is talking for hours about how to save the world.

It's a real villain story.

It couldn't get any worse than that.

It couldn't.

At this point, I don't think either of them is intentionally doing anything bad.

You've kind of created a cult where you're trading off on being the cult leader and cult member for each other.

You've isolated each other away from the world and you're spending time brainwashing each other together in your little boat.

Yeah, how often do you think they were leaving that boat?

Not nearly long enough.

And Gwyn is on what Ziz describes as a cocktail of stimulants, quote, mapped out the cognitive effects of each hour they were on them.

They get very angry if Ziz interrupts their thoughts at the wrong time.

And also, like, Ziz isn't really sleeping.