Number 1

I live in a world where people are never satisfied, nothing is ever enough; not even sliced bread. In this world people eat more than they should, drink beyond their limits, fornicate indiscriminately pop pills, inject potions, pollute destroy and maim.

Here the clouds are green with envy and the seas are empty – wars have started over the limited resources and money is a thing of the past. We take what we want, not what we need and love died in the 60’s. We have no more news, no writers no celebrities, no preachers and we don’t play sport. The internet has become our home, our master our reminder of times when we thought we were happy – the internet has become the mass opiate, it stores our collected nostalgic consciousness. Bob Marley lives there.

We have no time for game and gaiety, our fight for survival starts 1 year after birth when put through a series app tests to see where we fit into the system. No one questions nothing, we don’t think about Freedom – this word has died down. Its use outlawed in some regions. There are no countries no borders no fences. We have no government, we have a system. A New World System.

During the Age of Excess (2000 – 2110) the suits governed the land, then all hell broke loose and suits government fell. Then as now we are at the mercy of Gaia. She from whom all things flow. Only know we now know. What we know now – you go know.

We have finally developed a communication tool that can slow down our speech and stretch them over millennia to make it audible for Gaia and her council of Eiders. Generations are born and die between these painfully slow exchanges. Our time is like that of a wasp to them. They have not really considered us in their decision makings. We have lost entire continents and masses of people due to their decree’s. Cyclones are to them what a rinse cycle was to my foremothers.

These communicators are mediums and channels; they spend their lives in isolation tanks. Weightless, senseless, free of the trappings of desire. They must hold the message of Gaia for repeating it dilutes it and only the system managers are allowed to hear it and then only once. Gaia is not open to interpretation – we live in her shadow, some even worship her.

I can’t imagine my life like that. I can’t imagine my life like this. I have created another life online. I have brothers and a sister and I even have a child. I got a job at government, have friends and boys who take me on dates at retro “clubs” with names like Katzy’s and Casablanca but I have never been touched. I have never cried, tasted chocolate or the soft insides of an oyster. We have sense receptors that can simulate taste smell and even touch but these are very expenses and the old trick of selling the hardware then cashing in on the expensive software still applies. My simulator can only recall bits and bobs – snapshots, thumbnails, like free porn sites back in the day.

I don’t know how old I am. Age is not even a number any more.

We the humans are orphaned. We the humans are pissed off. We the humans will not fight back. Whats the use.

Right! I am going to go outside, rip off my mask walk over to someone and touch his or her face. Or maybe I will just sit here and think about it. Write about it, dream about it.