Better Than Life
Chapter One: The Way
By: Cornel Kennedy
The outsiders wanted to let me know before they revealed their true identity. The secret has been hidden away in the literature to the most mindless commercial. John Cage, a modern composer said that art was not to create masterpieces but to wake to your life. I'm drunk.
I wake and take in my surroundings. What else could one do when waking but take in his surroundings? A song called 'I am Mud' repeated on the application running on my computer. I have discovered that the internet is not a real thing, and they have left me with the problem to decide if this world is real or not. Who are they? Artists. Escape artists. As they distract the minds of my keepers, they give me hints and set up coincidences for me to recognize. From what I can figure, I am in a system called Better Than Life. I have dubbed my prison this after my favourite British comedy series, Red Drawf. Yes, my surroundings. My keepers have labelled me a paranoid schizophrenic. People in this prison I roam have come to accept the safe guards of a person like me knowing the truth. We are set against each other to occupy our minds from the truth. The truth? It's in my surroundings. My desk that my computer abides is not real. My five string guitar in its old hard black case is not real. It's a program.
What we know about DNA is a program, but though more complex. Who can say how much more a program will grow? Our DNA consists of four different opinions, and this is the same for all life. If life can adopt, so could the programs that have trapped us in this system that makes my surroundings. Drugs are the defects of this system. Did I mention that I was drunk?
There is one thing to do when awaking, and that is to learn about one's surroundings, but that is not the only aspect that a person can endure. The song that is playing; I don't know how I downloaded it. It fits my situation so well I would call it a coincidence of the outsiders. You may can them angels, but they hardly return your calls. There are so many possiblities for what could happen next.
An instant message beeps on my computer and a new window opens. It has been a while since I have check what the internet has told me. Trinity is her username, everyone else on my list is blocked. They are either not real, or enjoy this system. It is said that one characteristic of paranoid Schizophrenia is a constant fear of being watched. What if we were? Give a fancy name for a person who enjoys breathing, and we would all be labelled hopeless crazy addicts.
I peek at my screen. Trinity has written: "Have you felt it yet?"
Another bullshit ambiguous question I can read. I do wonder if the outsiders are any kinder than my keepers. If I was true, would I be happier not knowing the truth about being enslaved in a computer system? It is funny that I have dubbed this system, Better Than Life. A bottle of beer has a bit left with the cap used as an useless astray. It's okay; nothing is real. I can only respond to her in equally ambiguous answers. This is the art of flirting with one who is described to be mentally ill.
"Is there a body for me to return to?" My screenname, Sage, says. I am uncomfortable dealing with this famous hacker. For all I know, she has put the money forth to make my life a living hell and have released all of my personal information. How far has technology advanced? I can't be sure, only undecisive, which is a trait of my illness, they say.
"Yes." Trinity types to me. I see her as an angel, though I do not believe in heaven or hell. I'm an atheist, though the thought of another reality beyond what I have grown to known is metaphysical in itself. There are explainations, and there are excuses as well.
"Give me a chance to see your truth." I beg her. Knocks emit from my door. I walk carelessly to open the door. It is not locked, for I believe I cannot go on living. Let me sleep and kill me without a mistake. I open the door and a slender woman in tight black clothing tackles me to the ground, and effortlessly raises me up to the ceiling. I am drunk.
My head is plunged into the dirty fish bowl, with dead tropical fish bobbing up and down the green covered top. I rest there without moving. It is sexual. This woman has totally kicked my ass, and has given me relief. Though I am an atheist, I do proclaim myself to be a Buddhist, Taoist, and a follower of Confucius. If they are real or not, the systems show me to love. Is this brain washing? Then I feel clean. This is not the normal thoughts that are going through a man's head while a woman is killing him. Maybe this act of violence will show her the Way. I couldn't profess my love of these eastern philosophies without loving her to no end. Prehaps there is no end, and I will endure this dead. In defeat, she pulls me out of the water. I gasp a bit, but I am going with her flow and trust her in everyway, like a sage. This is the time I will achieve enligthenment. She looks at me. Her hair is short and black and I can tell she is dangerous. Confucius said: "The wise do not approach the dangerous." A man of wisdom who would lead many noble men to enrich the world could be humble enough to love Lao Tzu. Yes, I was being murdered. My mindfulness must be addressed. "Do you wish to say the last word?" I offer her dearly.
"What did you want most when I dunked your head in the water." She asked me and tipped by head with beautiful force near the natural smelly water.
"The truth." I answered automatically. "The true path." My lips splash in the water and bubbles emerge around my mouth. "However, I do not ask anything of you."
She submerges my head under water again as if she knew it would bring me pleasure. I waited for my life to past before my eyes, but I was in a fish tank that was not real. I was sustained with air that was not real. There was nothing this system could offer me, and I ended all desires. It was the true path I wanted. She pulled me out again, and I got a good look at her slim face covered in large black sunglasses.
"Do you know that I can kill you without even blinking?" She said with a cocky smirk that filled me with warmth.
"Do you know that I can be killed without even blinking?" I responded. All of my learning of eastern religions helped me. I thought of religion as a goal and a task rather than a truth. We describe to our own reality. "Take all you need to fill your way."
"Therefore it is said: Who understands the Way seems foolish; Who progresses on the Way seems to fail; Who follows the Way seems to wander." She recites softly like a beginning of a Shakespeare sonnet, and cliches aside, I believe most fittingly one the dark lady sonnets.
"Trinity," I could not help myself but laugh like an ass. It was Christmas eve, and I was drunk. Trinity, as the only thing I would call her with her pale face over mine and her hands holding me against the floor. She could sense my thoughts, as I allowed her to dive deep into my oceanic mind.
"Who do you love?" She asked me thinking she had reached the bottom of my essense. "
I say, "I love the truth, and if I were still mysteriously in the tank, I wish to die in reality." She righted me up with ease with her strenght.
She lead me to a car, and I followed her without question. When we had went outside of my apartment building, the street lies with garbage. She opens the door to the back, and her intention I will not guess. Before she closes the door, she looks at me like any keeper. Both keepers and outsiders knew so much about me that their appearance would be no different as any adult to an adbandoned adolescense. "It will get much worst, when you continue the path."
She enters the front seat, and her lover starts the car. I could tell as he looks similar to her. In reality, they would look much worst as she had put it. Their skeleton bodies would wrap tigher to the bone, and any flesh would cease to be there. They had fasted in reality, I assume. I also had fasted here, but I would not be shocked if my body were fit to hang coats upon once entering their uninhabitable wasteland. "It's not that bad," the driver spoke as if he had read my mind, which I hated as each side seemed to know everything about me, "you just need a mission to pass the time. You never have to return to this place. Nothing is forced upon you where we can take you."
"I would say that it is nice where you are taking me." I lie in the region of white. The driver chuckles like some around me who had understood jokes that I had not. Moments like this, I had thought the audience were controlled by one of the sides.
"Don't encourage him," Trinity steps in and whips her lover. His name is Neo, and I had spoke to him a few times over the internet. The car stopped like they were tracking people from around the neighbour like the keepers were at a lost to oversee me. "This is your choice. You're free in our eyes."
She opens the car door for me and we walk up a stone stair case into the building. I wonder if building look this disgusting because of the limitations of the program running in the system or our human capacity to accept differences. I follow them to a large room a few flights up and a black bald baster boasts himself upon a red leather chair. This was no more than a routine for these guys. "I am glad to meet with you, Sage." The man speaks. "Please, have a seat."
"As you requested," I say to impose if they truly had thought of me as a being with free will. I sat on a similar chair across from him. His fleshly hands rest upon his chin and he looks at me. "I am all ears."
"Good to hear that." He says. "And what do you know?"
"I know that the truth is better than life," I answer.
He looks over to Trinity who I am sure gave her agreement after our engagement. "Excellent," he says and stays silent so long that the grandfather clock rings eleven times. "I am to give you a choice. I understand that you are intoxicated, but you have pasted your own test you have given to yourself."
"The test I created?" I wondered.
"Yes," he started, "you see, we have given the keepers a truly tough time and are able to take people who are near the source of the truth to join us if we see that they have provided us with a worthy task they have found. You have taken on the task of a student who wishes to find god in the taoist story. This story revolves around a student who comes upon a sage and wants to know god. The sage brings the student under water and then asks what the student most wanted. The students answered air, and the sage replied to the student that when he wants to know god as much as he wants air, that he could join him. You have given your mind to know the truth, and therefore we can reveal it to you."
"And what is my choice?" I ask.
He puts out his two fists and opens each one to show a red and blue pill. "The pill in my right hand will show you the way you seek." He closes his hand on the way and I try not to look at the other one. "The pill in my left hand will bring you back to your better than life system as if nothing happened. You will no longer be paranoid about your surroundings and have no questions. We would never exist to you."
I reach for the pill in the left hand and put it in my mouth. "I am not yet trustworthy."
I shallow.
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This may or may not be a one time thing. I am truly drunk at the moment, and I don't know if this is at par with my other works. This is more of an experiment, and will continue if I see fit.
Chapter One: The Way
By: Cornel Kennedy
The outsiders wanted to let me know before they revealed their true identity. The secret has been hidden away in the literature to the most mindless commercial. John Cage, a modern composer said that art was not to create masterpieces but to wake to your life. I'm drunk.
I wake and take in my surroundings. What else could one do when waking but take in his surroundings? A song called 'I am Mud' repeated on the application running on my computer. I have discovered that the internet is not a real thing, and they have left me with the problem to decide if this world is real or not. Who are they? Artists. Escape artists. As they distract the minds of my keepers, they give me hints and set up coincidences for me to recognize. From what I can figure, I am in a system called Better Than Life. I have dubbed my prison this after my favourite British comedy series, Red Drawf. Yes, my surroundings. My keepers have labelled me a paranoid schizophrenic. People in this prison I roam have come to accept the safe guards of a person like me knowing the truth. We are set against each other to occupy our minds from the truth. The truth? It's in my surroundings. My desk that my computer abides is not real. My five string guitar in its old hard black case is not real. It's a program.
What we know about DNA is a program, but though more complex. Who can say how much more a program will grow? Our DNA consists of four different opinions, and this is the same for all life. If life can adopt, so could the programs that have trapped us in this system that makes my surroundings. Drugs are the defects of this system. Did I mention that I was drunk?
There is one thing to do when awaking, and that is to learn about one's surroundings, but that is not the only aspect that a person can endure. The song that is playing; I don't know how I downloaded it. It fits my situation so well I would call it a coincidence of the outsiders. You may can them angels, but they hardly return your calls. There are so many possiblities for what could happen next.
An instant message beeps on my computer and a new window opens. It has been a while since I have check what the internet has told me. Trinity is her username, everyone else on my list is blocked. They are either not real, or enjoy this system. It is said that one characteristic of paranoid Schizophrenia is a constant fear of being watched. What if we were? Give a fancy name for a person who enjoys breathing, and we would all be labelled hopeless crazy addicts.
I peek at my screen. Trinity has written: "Have you felt it yet?"
Another bullshit ambiguous question I can read. I do wonder if the outsiders are any kinder than my keepers. If I was true, would I be happier not knowing the truth about being enslaved in a computer system? It is funny that I have dubbed this system, Better Than Life. A bottle of beer has a bit left with the cap used as an useless astray. It's okay; nothing is real. I can only respond to her in equally ambiguous answers. This is the art of flirting with one who is described to be mentally ill.
"Is there a body for me to return to?" My screenname, Sage, says. I am uncomfortable dealing with this famous hacker. For all I know, she has put the money forth to make my life a living hell and have released all of my personal information. How far has technology advanced? I can't be sure, only undecisive, which is a trait of my illness, they say.
"Yes." Trinity types to me. I see her as an angel, though I do not believe in heaven or hell. I'm an atheist, though the thought of another reality beyond what I have grown to known is metaphysical in itself. There are explainations, and there are excuses as well.
"Give me a chance to see your truth." I beg her. Knocks emit from my door. I walk carelessly to open the door. It is not locked, for I believe I cannot go on living. Let me sleep and kill me without a mistake. I open the door and a slender woman in tight black clothing tackles me to the ground, and effortlessly raises me up to the ceiling. I am drunk.
My head is plunged into the dirty fish bowl, with dead tropical fish bobbing up and down the green covered top. I rest there without moving. It is sexual. This woman has totally kicked my ass, and has given me relief. Though I am an atheist, I do proclaim myself to be a Buddhist, Taoist, and a follower of Confucius. If they are real or not, the systems show me to love. Is this brain washing? Then I feel clean. This is not the normal thoughts that are going through a man's head while a woman is killing him. Maybe this act of violence will show her the Way. I couldn't profess my love of these eastern philosophies without loving her to no end. Prehaps there is no end, and I will endure this dead. In defeat, she pulls me out of the water. I gasp a bit, but I am going with her flow and trust her in everyway, like a sage. This is the time I will achieve enligthenment. She looks at me. Her hair is short and black and I can tell she is dangerous. Confucius said: "The wise do not approach the dangerous." A man of wisdom who would lead many noble men to enrich the world could be humble enough to love Lao Tzu. Yes, I was being murdered. My mindfulness must be addressed. "Do you wish to say the last word?" I offer her dearly.
"What did you want most when I dunked your head in the water." She asked me and tipped by head with beautiful force near the natural smelly water.
"The truth." I answered automatically. "The true path." My lips splash in the water and bubbles emerge around my mouth. "However, I do not ask anything of you."
She submerges my head under water again as if she knew it would bring me pleasure. I waited for my life to past before my eyes, but I was in a fish tank that was not real. I was sustained with air that was not real. There was nothing this system could offer me, and I ended all desires. It was the true path I wanted. She pulled me out again, and I got a good look at her slim face covered in large black sunglasses.
"Do you know that I can kill you without even blinking?" She said with a cocky smirk that filled me with warmth.
"Do you know that I can be killed without even blinking?" I responded. All of my learning of eastern religions helped me. I thought of religion as a goal and a task rather than a truth. We describe to our own reality. "Take all you need to fill your way."
"Therefore it is said: Who understands the Way seems foolish; Who progresses on the Way seems to fail; Who follows the Way seems to wander." She recites softly like a beginning of a Shakespeare sonnet, and cliches aside, I believe most fittingly one the dark lady sonnets.
"Trinity," I could not help myself but laugh like an ass. It was Christmas eve, and I was drunk. Trinity, as the only thing I would call her with her pale face over mine and her hands holding me against the floor. She could sense my thoughts, as I allowed her to dive deep into my oceanic mind.
"Who do you love?" She asked me thinking she had reached the bottom of my essense. "
I say, "I love the truth, and if I were still mysteriously in the tank, I wish to die in reality." She righted me up with ease with her strenght.
She lead me to a car, and I followed her without question. When we had went outside of my apartment building, the street lies with garbage. She opens the door to the back, and her intention I will not guess. Before she closes the door, she looks at me like any keeper. Both keepers and outsiders knew so much about me that their appearance would be no different as any adult to an adbandoned adolescense. "It will get much worst, when you continue the path."
She enters the front seat, and her lover starts the car. I could tell as he looks similar to her. In reality, they would look much worst as she had put it. Their skeleton bodies would wrap tigher to the bone, and any flesh would cease to be there. They had fasted in reality, I assume. I also had fasted here, but I would not be shocked if my body were fit to hang coats upon once entering their uninhabitable wasteland. "It's not that bad," the driver spoke as if he had read my mind, which I hated as each side seemed to know everything about me, "you just need a mission to pass the time. You never have to return to this place. Nothing is forced upon you where we can take you."
"I would say that it is nice where you are taking me." I lie in the region of white. The driver chuckles like some around me who had understood jokes that I had not. Moments like this, I had thought the audience were controlled by one of the sides.
"Don't encourage him," Trinity steps in and whips her lover. His name is Neo, and I had spoke to him a few times over the internet. The car stopped like they were tracking people from around the neighbour like the keepers were at a lost to oversee me. "This is your choice. You're free in our eyes."
She opens the car door for me and we walk up a stone stair case into the building. I wonder if building look this disgusting because of the limitations of the program running in the system or our human capacity to accept differences. I follow them to a large room a few flights up and a black bald baster boasts himself upon a red leather chair. This was no more than a routine for these guys. "I am glad to meet with you, Sage." The man speaks. "Please, have a seat."
"As you requested," I say to impose if they truly had thought of me as a being with free will. I sat on a similar chair across from him. His fleshly hands rest upon his chin and he looks at me. "I am all ears."
"Good to hear that." He says. "And what do you know?"
"I know that the truth is better than life," I answer.
He looks over to Trinity who I am sure gave her agreement after our engagement. "Excellent," he says and stays silent so long that the grandfather clock rings eleven times. "I am to give you a choice. I understand that you are intoxicated, but you have pasted your own test you have given to yourself."
"The test I created?" I wondered.
"Yes," he started, "you see, we have given the keepers a truly tough time and are able to take people who are near the source of the truth to join us if we see that they have provided us with a worthy task they have found. You have taken on the task of a student who wishes to find god in the taoist story. This story revolves around a student who comes upon a sage and wants to know god. The sage brings the student under water and then asks what the student most wanted. The students answered air, and the sage replied to the student that when he wants to know god as much as he wants air, that he could join him. You have given your mind to know the truth, and therefore we can reveal it to you."
"And what is my choice?" I ask.
He puts out his two fists and opens each one to show a red and blue pill. "The pill in my right hand will show you the way you seek." He closes his hand on the way and I try not to look at the other one. "The pill in my left hand will bring you back to your better than life system as if nothing happened. You will no longer be paranoid about your surroundings and have no questions. We would never exist to you."
I reach for the pill in the left hand and put it in my mouth. "I am not yet trustworthy."
I shallow.
--------End---------
This may or may not be a one time thing. I am truly drunk at the moment, and I don't know if this is at par with my other works. This is more of an experiment, and will continue if I see fit.