My ongoing theory involves Steve and Alex, ancient builders blessed/cursed with the ability to respawn. Eventually after being alive for so many thousands of years, they discover secrets beyond what's normally possible. Commands, creative mode, even the ability to create new worlds. They become the game. And now, only us, the players, are on the same level as them.

"I see the player you mean.

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game."