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"Shaftoe"! I knew I recognized that name from somewhere.
Here's my secret origin:
From "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency" by Douglas Adams
The Electric Monk was a labor-saving device, like a dishwasher or a video recorder. Dishwashers washed tedious dishes for you, thus saving you the bother of washing them yourself, video recorders watched tedious television for you, thus saving you the bother of looking at it yourself; Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe.
...Unfortunately this Electric Monk had developed a fault, and had started to believe all kinds of things, more or less at random...
...This Monk had first gone wrong when it was simply given too much to believe in one day. It was, by mistake, cross-connected to a video recorder that was watching eleven TV channels simultaneously, and this caused it to blow a bank of illogic circuits. The video recorder only had to watch them, of course. It didn't have to believe them all as well. This is why instruction manuals are so important.
So after a hectic week of believing that war was peace, that good was bad, that the moon was made of blue cheese, and that God needed a lot of money sent to a certain box number, the Monk started to believe that 35 percent of all tables were hermaphrodites, and then broke down.
...That was it. Done.
At the time I chose it, I thought it dovetailed nicely with my interest in chaos magic and my penchant for lurking around the Temple forum. I heard Douglas Adams had passed away a few days after I started using it as my suit.
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