TEST TEST. HAPPY THANSGIVING 2012
The Asset.
The lady in the car is a pro. She's obviously been well-vetted and trained, or threatened, not to make eye contact. There was no way I could have known it was the same woman behind me last night on my way home from work. She was in a different car and had changed her disguise with the kit she must keep in her car. But that woman had avoided eye contact in the exact same way. The drivers have a difficult job. Or at least the one with the most dire potential consequences. One wrong move, probably be me, and I could hurt myself.
There is a lottery. Never any shortage of people wanting to be part of the extended universe. Some people hit it big and get to work with me every day. Others have to be happy being my bus driver, or maybe a customer, or a cashier where I buy my fast food. I likely never see them again and that is exactly what normal is supposed to look like.
I don't quite know the rules yet. I may be in the Matrix, and therefore there is no such as thing as private or internal thought as everything is monitored, or am I in something like The Truman Show" where I'm surrounded by actors and security but still have some domain to myself?
One truth seems to be evident. The life portrayed can not be "perfect". The mind rebels against a lack of adversity and barriers. It's bred in us as a species to be unhappy and to seek and search elsewhere. The grass is always greener. etc. etc.
The mind must see what's behind the curtain. I realize I've been told many times what I'm going through. It's like the mind knows and only revealing the truth prevents us from losing our lock. The stories are abundant. And obvious. The Matrix, Twilight Zone's (Man in fountain who believes the world has ended) Man and Other Natural Disasters where people are in a fugue state and think their someone else. Star Trek in alternate realitiesHow would you know if you're in a fugue state? Everything seems real including long term fictitious memories.
My wife and son died, must have, years ago. I feel so alone in the house sometimes and I can only guess that my mind came up with putting them back in my life as a self-preservatrion method.
The Asset.
Sunglasses are not to protect my eyes but to stop me seeing all the other people that are watching me.
The Asset.
In other words, all that I really know about the outside world
is relayed to me through my electrical connections.
Why... that would mean that I really don't know
what the outside universe is like at all for certain.
Soup Dragons - Mother Universe
The lady in the car is a pro. She's obviously been well-vetted and trained, or threatened, not to make eye contact. There was no way I could have known it was the same woman behind me last night on my way home from work. She was in a different car and had changed her disguise with the kit she must keep in her car. But that woman had avoided eye contact in the exact same way. The drivers have a difficult job. Or at least the one with the most dire potential consequences. One wrong move, probably be me, and I could hurt myself.
There is a lottery. Never any shortage of people wanting to be part of the extended universe. Some people hit it big and get to work with me every day. Others have to be happy being my bus driver, or maybe a customer, or a cashier where I buy my fast food. I likely never see them again and that is exactly what normal is supposed to look like.
I don't quite know the rules yet. I may be in the Matrix, and therefore there is no such as thing as private or internal thought as everything is monitored, or am I in something like The Truman Show" where I'm surrounded by actors and security but still have some domain to myself?
One truth seems to be evident. The life portrayed can not be "perfect". The mind rebels against a lack of adversity and barriers. It's bred in us as a species to be unhappy and to seek and search elsewhere. The grass is always greener. etc. etc.
The mind must see what's behind the curtain. I realize I've been told many times what I'm going through. It's like the mind knows and only revealing the truth prevents us from losing our lock. The stories are abundant. And obvious. The Matrix, Twilight Zone's (Man in fountain who believes the world has ended) Man and Other Natural Disasters where people are in a fugue state and think their someone else. Star Trek in alternate realitiesHow would you know if you're in a fugue state? Everything seems real including long term fictitious memories.
My wife and son died, must have, years ago. I feel so alone in the house sometimes and I can only guess that my mind came up with putting them back in my life as a self-preservatrion method.
The Asset.
Sunglasses are not to protect my eyes but to stop me seeing all the other people that are watching me.
Double decker buses are tour groups to see me "in situ".
Animals are immune from control.
Various lottery and contest winners get close but most are hand-picked.
So large, it generates its own internal economy that most people become indifferent to. Like living next door to George Clooney. It's cool for a while then he's just another guy.
Is it "real"? like Truman show or like the matrix? Can they read minds or is it all based on advanced surveillance?
They can wipe minds if anyone tries to warn me so people stopped bothering.
Imagine killing yourself, loudly and publicly and no one notices.
It settled over the back of his neck like a warm blanket.
He had been sitting at his computer since the meeting that
went so oddly this morning. Typing away diligently for a company that always
seemed to pick the wrong time to pick on the smallest of issues. It seemed that
if he held a door open for the boss’s secretary, that the big guy would bring
it up at staff meetings for months to come. Declaring what a “good team
atmosphere we have here at Infocorp”. Yet he had worked on the sales database
for 3 months straight. Afraid that he would fail as this type of program was
not the type of thing he was hired for. He was technical and customer service…
not database programming.
It began to dawn on him… had they given him that project
only to have him fail so they had a reason to fire him? That feeling on his
neck seemed to slip lower and cover his whole back. It actually felt like it
had a physical weight to it and he was surprised at the feeling of strength it
empowered him with.
The meeting had been simple enough. A “quickie” to discuss
the security of the database. All files were received by e-mail and he had
wanted to know if the Guys Upstairs had any concerns with files being sent over
an unsecured line. The topic quickly turned to the question of why he had asked
the sales groups to send the identical files to his home. He had tried to
explain that he worked on weekends (as he was not one hundred percent
proficient at this database stuff and liked having the extra time without the
damn phones ringing) but he just came out as sounding like a whiner. He had tried to explain that he couldn’t
understand their concern. He was the “master” of the database… all the
information was his before any one else even got to peek at it… so what was the
issue with him taking the work home? It was kind of like having a security
guard frisk himself.
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