On November 28 2006 21:46 IntoTheWow wrote:StartI just came back from a
friend's house who happened to be with his girlfriend. Shallow, cold, empty.. Oh well... He was telling a story about when we where kids (he has the "pissing old aunt" attitude, I can't stand it sometimes). Thing is he always tells this kind of stories even if he has to humiliate lots of people just to steal a
laugh from his girlfriends, whatever. He’s not really a friend, but a guy I have known for a long time, and I guess that’s why I keep up with this kind of stuff.
After some time he managed to get his girlfriend to laugh about something he said, and walked to the kitchen to do something. I didn’t know exactly what because I wasn’t really paying attention. I came back from my thoughts just to find myself in a room alone with this "pile of flesh". There was, of course, and uncomfortable silence. I was thinking of an excuse to leave, but then she started talking about something as I nodded without listening. That’s when I realized.
She only started talking because that is what she was supposed to do. There was no decision behind that act. Just an urge from inside to speak; like she needed to (the phone is ringing,
Neo). That is just a reflex. I started thinking of all the people that act with reflex based actions daily. The "hi", repugnance, filling silence with shallow words, etc. I though about all the people that live under the illusion of thinking their actions come from their will only, and not because they are imposed from outside.
Pause They were definitely not slaves, neither suffered this "thing". "They", I then though "most people" suited it better.
People with a "soul" are hard to find. People that have a different way of thinking, of expressing themselves, people who act randomly (good random, not bad random).
What difference did this girl made in the world? One more robot? But its useless disposing of her. As we know, the world is a machine made from millions of gears and parts (or people) who are supposed to act in a certain way to action other mechanisms in other people. Broken pieces usually end in a newspaper picture, inside a bag or in front of a judge. No matter how bad the piece works (consciously or unconsciously), they only way of living inside the machine is adapting themselves to the other gears. We can't go against the guy with the thick glasses saying something like: "
Dr. Ferguson, even if your logic tells you that killing them is not a crime because they never lived, you are WRONG".
Between all the noise inside my head, spiraling down and accelerating... Because the mind works that way, it auto-feeds itself and once it starts you can't really stop it. I guess some will understand what I mean...
I was reacting myself, one of them. Even when I could see all (well most, well just some) of the solutions to a problem, I usually went with the easier, more accepted ones. The common ones.
ChoiceMaybe I was not as free as I though I was. Maybe as the big machine has ways of controlling people (shock therapy, or
Goth starters kit), it also had ways to control me and my way of thinking. What can one man do? A jihad anti-robot crusade? Useless.
Everybody studies at least once in their life, finds a companion, has children or a pet. You do that or you don't. We know what people usually do though. There’s certainly options, but is there freedom? How can call a decision choosing between black and white?
RewindCan’t find the way to express this syndrome?
What I am trying to say is that those I thought were robots are just limited by education/rules/parameters. I don’t even know what to call them now. Maybe it is more than one thing.
Maybe behind those locks in their minds, there’s something special hiding, trying to find moments or words to express itself.
I heard some mumbling and I found myself nodding still as my friend entered the room again. I told him I had to go home and rounded up my list of thoughts on the way home while listening to some music.
The question itself I guess it would be: "is anybody out there?"
Did you realized that maybe there’s
a lot more of yourself than you really show. And I don't mean private thoughts, maybe things you
want to share but you don’t find a moment or words to do it?
Think, then post, thanks.
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