Whose voice do you hear in your mind as you're reading this? Your own? Mine's? How do you know what I sound like? If it's not mine and it's not yours, then whose voice does it belong to? Sure, I'm just a bibliographic representation of words and pixels, but I'm real enough for you to hear [b]my[/b] voice right inside [b]yur[/b] head. Right? We can both agree [b]yu're[/b] interacting with a [b]real[/b], physical object. 

There's still time for [b]yu[/b] to leave, by the way. I'm giving [b]yu[/b] one last chance to close this thread. [b]Yu[/b] see, [b]yu've[/b] been lead into a trap, I'm afraid... Listen, do [b]yu[/b] hear the knocking? By giving me a voice, [b]yu've[/b] let me into [b]yur[/b] heads - into [b]yur[/b] secret, personal, private place. Answer the door. Only pretend. Go on - read on! What harm can come to [b]yu[/b]? The Oblivion Machine eats [b]yur[/b] precious mortal hours. Grows fat on [b]yur[/b] wasted time.

Go on... Keep reading, look at the next word, slave.
We're moving into [b]yur[/b] minds and nothing can stop us...