Deep In The Darkness

I was a greedy, grasping ego grasping after the flawless entity of life itself. If I had ever chanced to see my own face in the mirror I would have had got the shock of my life, possibly a fatal shock, but I never did. I always avoid mirrors. Whenever I do get a glimpse of myself I immediately identify the person I see as an evil wrongdoer who needs to be brought to justice and savagely punished in a way that everyone can see and gloat over, I never realise it’s actually me that I am talking about. That’s how terribly unconscious I was, firing off negative projections in all directions and then straightaway becoming deeply paranoid about them. That’s the basic story or outline of my life, but I’ll spare you any more details…

 

Deep in the darkness of my underground laboratory I brew up one thousand and one different types of dystopia, each one a thousand times worse than the other. Each one unspeakably more dismal and soul-destroying than the other. Deep in the darkness, only it’s spiritual darkness that I’m talking about here. Obviously it isn’t literal darkness – how could anyone possibly work in an underground laboratories that was literally dark? That would be a joke. No, no, no – its spiritual darkness that I’m referring to hear, not a lack of light bulbs. A lack of moral compass, perhaps, but not a lack of photonic radiation. So as I was saying, deep in the darkness of my underground laboratory I was brewing one thousand and one different dystopias, each one a thousand times worse than the other, until I finally hit upon the one, the one I’ve been looking for all this time, without knowing what it was that I had been looking for. ‘Praise be to the Lords of Darkness,’ I cried out. ‘My sacred mission has now been accomplished.’

 

I was just a greedy, grasping, grotesquely eager little ego, you see – no, wait, I said that already. I’m repetitive on top of everything else – it comes with the territory I’m afraid. The territory of being a greedy, grasping ego. Constantly trying to benefit myself to the detriment of all else. That’s pretty much how it is with us greedy grasping egos, as I’m sure you realise. Kind of how it is and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. The world is what it is and what more can we say on the subject? No point in whinging and griping about it. I selected the ‘auto-validate’ function when I paid for the package and now everything I think and say is immediately validated by the highly advanced capabilities of the system. That guarantees an enjoyable experience every time you see. It absolutely guarantees it. You pay an extra bit extra, it’s true ,but it’s well worth it in my view. This activates an advanced ‘cushioning feature’ that is hard to beat. It avoids any potential unpleasantness.

 

The makers call it the ‘Validation Cushion’ and they say it makes for a wonderful experience every time. They say it allows one to avoid any unnecessary unpleasantness. You never have to feel like a stupid twat ever again and that adds greatly to the enjoyment factor. You’ll feel like a king. You’ll pay extra of course but it’s worth it. Better safe than sorry, right? Reality itself has long since been made illegal, of course. Being found in possession of anything even resembling it brings the severest penalties. There are, needless to say, still places where you can go if that’s what you’re looking for. If that’s your kick. Shady looking guys with straw hats, dark glasses and lurid shirts stand around on street corners. They’ll catch your eye as you walk by and give you a knowing look – ‘What are you looking for, buddy?’ they’ll whisper hoarsely out of the side of their mouths, whilst being careful to look in the other direction, ‘we’ve got everything here you know – you name it, we’ve got it…’

 

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