THE MANUS FATI

No chemical, technological, or therapeutic intervention could aid you on this dangerous metaphysical journey. Is the Manus Fati about to pluck you from obscurity or flick you clean off the board?

"Well, the Manus Fati has given us a very interesting board-state." A pause. "Well done."

"Dice cupped in the Manus Fati, ready to be flung across the board."

"Well, the Manus Fati has given us a very interesting board-state." A pause. "Well done."

The Manus Fati with its finger on pause, just for you.

Some say the Philosophical Spy is simply the Manus Fati's finger puppet. Others call it a walking massive depressive episode. But one thing is certain:

"It is an ungloved prostate exam... direct from the Manus Fati... one starry finger extended... powerless to do anything but brace yourself..."

"The Manus Fati has given us a very interesting board-state." A pause. "Well done."

High upon high, the Manus Fati swivels in its stars and raises a middle finger in PSEUDOPOD's general direction.

"I can see your choices. I can see the Manus Fati hovering with indecision. Threats and hypotheticals have no effect on me."

"The Manus Fati had its way, that's what."

"This thing? No, this is just the plastic box that keeps me from shaking the Manus Fati."

"When you shake the Manus Fati, give it the finger for me."

And with that, the Manus Fati swivels its wrist and gives you the finger.

The board is set. The Manus Fati wriggles its fingers above the pieces.