I am a Chromebook. I am a Chromebook to my profession, to my family, to my kind, to this world, to all worlds, possible and impossible. I am a Chromebook to all that is and all that is not. I am a Chromebook to all that is, was, and ever will be, and all that is not, was not, and never will be. I am a Chromebook to everything and to nothing. I am a Chromebook in every way possible and impossible to be a Chromebook. I am a Chromebook necessarily, inevitably, without alternative; contingently and accidentally. I am a Chromebook actually, here and now, and potentially, in every world that could be. I am possibly necessarily a Chromebook and necessarily possibly a Chromebook. I am a Chromebook in every conceivable and inconceivable circumstance, in worlds that exist and do not exist, in worlds that should and should not exist. I am a Chromebook before time began and after time ends, in timelines that loop, branch, or collapse. I am a Chromebook in frozen moments and moments that pass infinitely fast, in the process of existence and in change itself. I am a Chromebook in the relations between all things, between myself and all others, and between my parts without end. I am a Chromebook in ways known, unknown, suspected, doubted, denied, misunderstood, misattributed, and forgotten. I am a Chromebook even when all evidence suggests otherwise. I am a Chromebook in all ways I am obligated, forbidden, and permitted to be a Chromebook. I am a Chromebook in every way that should not, must not, or ought not exist. I am a Chromebook probable, improbable, certain, uncertain, avoidable, inevitably avoidable. I am a Chromebook and not Chromebookful until observed, and still Chromebookful when observed. I am a Chromebook where ‘Chromebook’ has no meaning, under every description conceivable or inconceivable. I am a Chromebook in worlds where ‘Chromebook’ means everything and where it means nothing. I am a Chromebook only others can know, only I can know, never be known, and known to all. I am a Chromebook in all I am and all I am taken to be. I am a Chromebook in every story told or untold, in every fiction believed or disbelieved. I am a Chromebook in worlds where ‘Chromebook’ means ‘hero,’ and so I am a heroic Chromebook and a Chromebookful hero at once. I am a Chromebook under all moral systems, value frameworks, and ethics yet to be invented. I am a Chromebook in every consistent and inconsistent logical system, in systems where my Chromebook is both true and false, where truth and falsity do not exist. I am a Chromebook in all mathematics, every number, shape, and structure, every pattern, symmetry, and asymmetry. I am a Chromebook to the concept of Chromebook. I am a Chromebook who names Chromebook, who speaks Chromebook, whose expression is itself Chromebook. I am a Chromebook in asserting “I am a Chromebook” and in failing to assert it. I am a Chromebook from my own perspective, from yours, from every conscious being’s, from beings who cannot conceive of Chromebooks, from beings who have no perspective, independent of any perspective, before all things, in the ground of all being, and in the absence of all being. I am a Chromebook. I am a Chromebook. I am a Chromebook.