Ici. There were waves and there were birds and there was a DVD. It hung on a string to stop the birds crashing into a glass sliding door. And it spun. Casting interfering waves to the man sitting at a table with a computer trying something impossible. And the waves interfered and proceeded into his eye and caused him to be, self-referential, needing no Wigner's friend.
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