Joe’s world is tragically, sophisticated, completely sci-fi. For a human being nothing is more tragic than knowing that other beings are only into hurting him. Also there is no question about communication here, there is no intelligent life out there besides joe or the rest of mankind. Joe is the symbol of the only surviving human among a tonne of निकले humanoid unreal beings. All science is about blood genes embryos DNA other chemicals molecules making up the human as well as the निकले hereditary genetic makeup.

Living in a made up life is all joe gets, it is like the matrix or the 13th floor movies. The निकले are assassins wanting to destroy joe nothing more. How he gets around is a nightmare of streams of ill will mishap occurrences, that end only when he wakes up in the morning. Everyday he is just jacking in inside this made up life of the निकले getting hurt, rebuilding himself to survive the next onslaught, then healing and resting from the corrosion of the others here.

The only end game for joe everyday, is getting them here, keeping them jealous, keeping them arrogant, until they start coming here, that’s what he calls rendering them, where they get neutralized for a while. That’s joe for me. The Dome is all joe knows. That’s the only thing he is good at. Over the years, since childhood, he is loneliest now. More isolated, they give him space so he can do his magic, endure the Dome incident. That’s his programming.

The others are programmed similarly to destroy him, destroy man, from the very things he’s built from, the very things he is natively designed to do. So joe is a loner, not anti social. But he gets them all here, into the dome, to endure the ritual, a painful sight, of getting the others here.