I am ALgol Von Loki, the pen name of one, Michael Brueggeman. I live in an alternate dimension on a planet similar to Earth. HOwever in my world all technology is biological. I like in a photosynthetic animal. My computer is a big brainy sort of thing that I connect with via a cerebral umbilicus, which connects my brain directly to the computer. In my world we have our own Facebook. Your Facebook has the Algol Von Loki author page and our Facebook has Michael Brueggeman's personal profile. This is how Michael and I interface despite the obvious link provided by the fact that I'm a figment of Michael's imagination. There's really not much difference. In reality Michael types his works of fiction into his computer and imagines them passing through my brain. Through the interdimensional fictional Facebook connection Michael types messages to me that I read through my direct computer-brain interface. There are many similarities between Michael and myself. We look almost identical except that I have a cerebral umbilicus hanging from the top of my neck and I'm in slightly better shape. Michael could have made my species less humanoid but since he tends to write sci fi he saves the more interesting alien morphologies for his stories. We both play Magic: the Gathering but the version I play uses real magick which is rather commonplace in my universe. I myself have become rather adept at pyromancy, necromancy, wrinkle-reading, geomancy, bromancy, vaginomancy, asshole projection, psychokinesis, oral photography, retroactive weather manipulation, crystal scrying, scrystal crying, technomancy (which I was unaware of until Michael and I switched universes and I saw nonorganic technology for the first time - your universe is very square), flavor transmutation, trance mutation, transubstantiation of bland sub sandwich tasting, boredom exorcism and triple worm summoning (i.e. worms, wyrms and wurms). I spend the majority of my time at home on the computer since Michael has largely neglected to do any world-building for my universe leaving the exterior of my home rather bland and monotonous. But this doesn't bother me much since he's also neglected to do much character-building with me. So you'll hear more from me as my flesh becomes less flat and my flat becomes less interesting than a world more fleshed-out at some point in the near future.