Notes: it's eleven oclock at night and i've just finished an essay. ever just wanted to rid your head of lots of thoughts? well here's the outcome... yep, i know it's random, but it's a one off and it took about 10mins...
And the digital code continues to scrawl.
And the girl continues to fidget with the coiled piece of wire, a digital spring that appeared on her cluttered busy-looking desk, apparently out of nowhere. A glitch? Or a piece of code that had always been there, creating the spring, but hiding it until that idle Thursday evening when it fell onto the desk, possibly from the inside of a fluorescent pink file or a discarded pencil case?
But who wrote that code, and why? The code that put the spring in the file? The code that created the spring? The code that created the file? Or the code that created the girl?
An instrument of the mind, the body appears in the code, but the code is created for the mind. To occupy the main, while the body is drained and the battery is filled. While the story plays itself out; two worlds, one planet, parallel lives, connected though unaware of that connection. One physical, one digital. But aren't they both real in a sense? Do we think that the Internet is real? Isn't that just the same?
How different would our lives be in the Real World? Do we not believe we are living now? Ok, so this may be digital, but where's the difference? We still think we are doing all these things. Is the spring real? We still believe that we are sitting on a chair, looking at a computer screen, that we can hear that music. Isn't that good enough? Aren't they real enough if we can see them, feel them, hear them, taste them, touch them..?
How do we know the Real World is real? Couldn't that just be another Matrix? Maybe God is the Machine. Yet we think we belong there and that we are being held captive. True, we are, but how do we know that isn't true of the Real World too? Maybe when you die you are just being unplugged.
And you cannot grasp the true equation because it leads around in circles, like the spring, each coil leading into the next. A never ending spiral of theories and a race that you run against yourself. Against your own confused thoughts, and your twisted mind, being stretched by the riddles that blind you.
Are you thinking too deep? Are you trying to pull too much into this? Is it really simple?
Do they, the machines, create you, or does God? Or nature? To simplify it, you are created, you are plugged in, you are fed a false illusion, you are drained, you are blinded, you die.
And what then? When the race is over, do you finally find out the truth? Or are you injected into the spiral once more?
Unanswered questions- where are your digital family; in a tank 3 miles away in a different electrical energy tower? When you dream, is that the machines inserting thoughts into your head? When you have a dream that is resembled in future experiences, is that the machines putting the images into your head, because they have already planned and created your future? The control is infinite. But even in the Real world, wouldn't you just be controlled there- by elders, councillors, and politicians...?
Can you imagine a world without control? It's like trying to imagine eternity- everything has a beginning and end. It's like that game that fascinated you as a child, remember it? The one where you tried to imagine the fact that numbers never stopped, or when you thought about what existed before the universe started with a bang.
Ouch. My brain hurts.