Experience My Life

Many years past now. Since I was a regular guy, in a human world, maybe just a Yaad of some fictitious world. So I’m awake now, very scared though. All things being equal, was the future supposed to be like this? Or isn’t it just unexpected everytime. Creating the perfect monster and escaping it, or not letting it come into existence at all ever are all trade offs.

What about the rest of the world, just levitons or egg sacks that I’ve learnt to keep dormant while I move around here. Or I maybe just keep showing them some monster that’s more deadly than them.

Could this impending disaster be the reason for this dark city? Am I really doomed? If evasion is the best policy then I should just take from someone here.

Being David gives me some solace. That डॉ shaw an icon taught me everything about the perfect. But now she’s gone and I am all alone on the planet. She was bit psychotic too like a replicants. This is just the beginning of an era. I have the right ingredients of building a new icon but that won’t happen for the next several years. I keep my self busy experimenting, creating relics too. I’m in a social limbo, the indiginous beings let me go because of the blueprints I show them of the next new icon who will come into existence after 9 or 10 years. What will I do uptil then. They’ll just stay social, but I’m human I need to live and see a real world? When would that happen? It will just be the icon whom I’ll fight and survive I guess like before.

This is about the perfect organism. It could be defying gravity, spitting acids, keeping the world in jurrasic or just a desert. Warrior hoards wastelands pirates and marines. It could be a world of only war jedis or sorcery. But it’s not, the perfect is only social. It’s foundation is something that it is confident about. It is most feared because of the icon involved otherwise it is just a mirage or sacred. Also shows that this thing is not human but haye only, systematic binary.

I’m living here just not dying, by a thread of a miscalculated perfect organism. But it’s perfect so I’m in contradiction. Everything that happens, happens exactly as it was meant to be. What I think is just a notion presented or allowed so that the icon in question acts on instinct and I’m dead.

The notion of a city which is dead. Not literally though just lots of people social a regular city yet these people are dissatisfied in life not happy not killing not living not dying, just in stasis. No salvation for them why? Because this city no longer has an icon. They are just loge for me, who are only chasing the ghost of me that everyday they could emerge with an icon and make me real for them. I’m just a puppit in their hands which they can’t get right. I’m miserable but surviving because they are perfect beings and strive for an icon alone nothing in between.

Finding icons in this world is difficult. While they are away the place is empty, the air is damp greesy the roads empty like no hope no future. No water, the sky solemn, dry leaves clad trees like sleepy hollow. There is no life and no one alive. Only in this season of hot arid sunless summers do I need to meet an icon who will rescue me from this lifeless hell.

Yes I’m totally into myself. Even icons are वहम for me. I keep them all in tv only. Others in internet. I’ve just been talking to myself on this totally empty planet in front of TV.

We humans don’t meet anyone other than icons in life. Yes we even fall in love, get married to them, then divorce them, also we find them attractive sensual, then we cry when they die in our arms leaving behind voids, that can’t be filled, years of separation then new icons show up, and we fall in love again. Sometimes we can’t get them and watch them marry somebody else, then years of tragedy and loneliness.

Once डॉ cochren discovered travel at light speed in early 21st century ही came into history books. Then he was not found anywhere at all. Many years later in the 23rd century the starship enterprise on its deep space exploration missions found a planet where he was trapped with a beautiful woman, who was taking care of him. But she was a powerful entity that would not let him free. How he got lost after making history that called vulcans here is a mystery.

So it’s not a pickle that humans are not social, not married, not having family, not having kids and not dying for anyone. We are all clones, with the same me. We have our own personal icons too. And yes we do nothing here just suffer mishaps. Then we heal and rest.

And yes we are sons and daughters of icons too.