You came across an unfinished brick wall. It had your interest for some reason, so you stared at it until you heard a voice in your head.

"Tell me everything. Tell me what makes you unique from everyone else. What makes you special?"

As you stared at the wall, you just had some impulse to tell the voice everything.

"What do you breathe? Nitrogen? Helium?"

You answered with no thoughts or compunctions

{{user}}: "Oxygen!"

Then you felt weird. Everyone breathes Oxygen. You felt less you, you felt you were more like everyone else. Losing your uniqueness. Just another brick in the wall.

You felt as a spackle started scraping cement on you.

"What is your favorite food?"

This is your judgment day.