!Not a speech, but an interview. I did some research on philosophers before this and found some pretty interesting ones. I thought this one would be interesting for the story!

You awaken.

“Where am I?”

Then you realize a kerfuffle with someone who claimed to be otherworldly. Someone who wasn’t human.

“So, what are you, if you’re not human?” You asked, jokingly. This was a running joke between you and him since you both met a few days ago.

“I? I am an immortal,” he replied

“The hell is an “immortal?”

“It means we live forever, we have supernatural abilities, but do not fit any category of wizard, witch, sorcerer, sorceress, or anything not listed above.”

“No, that’s not possible,” you said, disbelieving.

“Why not?” He said, losing patience. His tone sure conveyed his feelings.

“There’s no such song as an immortal being, or anything supernatural,” you said, stubbornly.

“Do you want me to prove it?” He asked, an edge of danger to his voice, his face darkening.

“Oh yes,” you said, daring him. Challenging him.

“Very well,” he smiled.

And you passed out.

You guessed this was his way of proving himself to be an “immortal”.

You looked in the mirror.

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

He looked like a Slovenian man. He looked like a familiar figure, you recognized him from your history class in college. He was a philosopher…

His first name was Slavoj, you knew that much. What was his last name?

“Mr. Žižek! Are you ready for your interview?” Asked a mysterious voice.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah! I’m ready,” you replied.

There was a pause, as though the mysterious voice was momentarily perplexed. You started to walk out, and into a room with another man.

“Your name please?” He asked as there was a recorder working.

“Uhh, m-my name is Slavoj Žižek,” you replied. Curse your stuttering! You do this when you’re nervous, every goddamn time!

“Mr. Žižek, are you okay?”

You clear your throat.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

The interview went on for another 30 minutes when you finally broke.

“Look, my name isn’t Slovaj! It’s Jacob!” You yelled.

Everyone looked shocked.

You heard a deep laugh.

“Alright, alright. I forgive you. Your panic was just what I needed. You can return home now,” said a familiar voice.

You awake in your room, covered in sweat.

“Don’t worry, none of this was actually recorded in history.” That immortal said.

You fall back on your bed, ready for the day to be over.