Cloud-Based Life Form

I had a claw-hammer in one hand and a circuit tester in the other. I was trying to fix my Meme Generator, which had developed a serious fault. I was drifting in and out of consciousness, which is pretty much normal for me. “Maybe the bad thing will happen and that will be terrible,” I thought idly to myself. The thought came out of nowhere, took possession of me for a brief while, and then drifted off again, in what I could helping thinking was a fairly aimless way. My mind was up on a cloud somewhere, it occurred to me. My mind was up on a cloud and that was probably why I couldn’t understand anything of what was going on. Maybe I am a Cloud-Based Life Form, I thought to myself, “maybe things always happen for a reason, and maybe they don’t…”

 

At certain times my mind would become surprisingly lucid – “Am I dreaming?” I would ask myself at these times, “am I dreaming or is this just a hallucination?” I could see things so clearly in these moments. I could clearly see that I was only dreaming that I was hallucinating. I could clearly see that the dream was nothing more than a drug-induced hallucination. And then, after this brief interlude of clarity, I would be plunged once more into sheer confusion. It occurred to me that I was probably a Cloud-Based Life Form and that this was what was causing all these terrible problems. It was an error in the Reality Generator that no one could do anything about. Some things can never be fixed, you see.

 

“There was only ever The Mistake,” it occurred to me then. This was a revelation – “There was only ever The Mistake and there was never anything else. Those who say that there was – or is – something else are laughably clownish fools sailing their cockleshell vessels in a Sea of Dreams. In my imagination I could hear the waves in the sea of dreams lapping gently – but persistently – against the hull. It was a pleasant sound and as I listened to it I found myself falling slowly but surely under its spell. “Lap, lap, lap,” went these little wavelets in the Sea of Dreams, “Laperty, laperty, lap, lap, lap…” It was a hot afternoon and I was feeling languid. “I must make sure not to fall asleep whilst sailing on the Sea of Dreams,” I told myself, “because if I do then I’ll never wake up again!”

 

I had become a prophet, I realised with a shock – the gift of prophecy had been bestowed upon me… This meant of course that I had to leave the safety of the cloud. It was a challenge, but it had to be done all the same. I had responsibilities now and as a result I was now obliged to travel to the types of places that people gather and preach to them. I had to tell them about the Great Mistake. I’ve been down this road many times before, of course – folk don’t like it when you tell them about the Great Mistake, in my experience. They don’t like it at all. They tend to cut up rough on these occasions and they can get quite violent. You’d be surprised to learn just how nasty people can be under the right circumstances. Or maybe you wouldn’t? Who’s to say?

 

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