Note. Had planned to post Subway II today. Thunderstorms. Here’s a short I wrote on my phone.
Go be human, they said.
It’ll be fun, they said.
We had no idea how much work it takes to get through each day.
Eating, for example. I’m eating all the time. I barely finish one meal and this animated meat factory is starting to think about the next one.
Enough already. Can I get a break from the constant ingestion? And of course the equally constant demands that happen on the other end. That is no way to run a sentient being.
I will admit that ice cream is a nice bonus.
In other news, got a memo from HQ asking what I thought about bungee jumping.
They have no idea how fragile human bodies are. I am not leaping off of or out of any objects in a creation with such an abmysmal level of self-repair. Human societies require entire buildings and a staff of trained experts to fix the slightest structural damage.
No, thank you.
Really, the hardest part is the lying. People do it all. the. time. They lie outright. The say polite fictions that the don’t believe. They say words that are absolutely true yet in the aggregate are misleading to the point of untruth. They have entire professions wherein they stand up in front each other, lie their heads off, and then get applause for how well they lie.
This is what happens when you can’t see emotions.
Took me so long to figure this out. I would feel happy/sad/frustrated and assume others would see the emanations. No. They would stand there looking at me until I physically said, ‘I am happy/sad/frustrated.’
How do people function under these conditions?
4 thoughts on “Observations, Fiction Sketch”
Excellent! More, please.
Ain\t it the truth.
Love it. And on your phone no less.
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