A man was selling flowers for a few parsecs (the official exchange in this country). He was running out of them; in glory days like this, it was not uncommon to meet people whose profession involved selling random stuff. The littered street with men and women without woes but life, a life tantamount to that of the sun, a life that hopes. A little girl grabs a flower from the seller and runs away. A little dog without the conscious mind of those beasts in the outer world is barking at the sky, an invisible ghost that is only visible to dogs. A dog without preoccupation.
The little girl asks away about glory days; she doesn’t know the full meaning of it but barely links up a glory day with one of the sellers, a fair. Sellers peddle useless as useful, yet they secretly believe in their utility. There is nothing useless after all; most of the things we have regarded as useless have a perennial utility within.
Viktor was wandering about; the sun was scorching, and the little girl was crying. Her mother didn’t buy her the blue flower. A blue flower on a glory day would only mean negativity; sadness was not allowed here in the land of the chosen one. Those who will rejoice in the immensity of a future without wilderness, without uncertainty, A simulation was run before the glory day—a simulation that comforted the citizens living inside the willed walls. Viktor was out of the simulation’s scope. A random variable with meaning that the technological advantages couldn’t grasp. One hundred or thousands of simulations wouldn’t have borne such a chaotic particle that defiled the white canvas of the expected and ran it into an obscure, futile occasion.
Industrial society, or the magic kingdom, is the promise of a non-suffering heaven on earth. These walls saved millions from the malignant nature that rested dormant beyond the human eye. One day, she promised to come back and break in. The emperor accepts such a challenge and fortifies the human kingdom, unaware that, inly and conceited from his commands, his subjects, infatuated by nature’s lure, had a liking for flowers.
The tiny girl’s loose grip opened as soon as Viktor’s eyes met hers. Until then, no thrill like this she had ever felt. A wild beast from a zoo is right in front of her, there, where reality adverts of a collision that harbors fear, a child’s fear, alien to these little and defenseless creatures, whose only answer is crying. Viktor, a beast with a device fastened around its eyes, couldn’t see the little girl. The object around his eyes blinded him. The girl was screaming and crying pointlessly. She had never been in danger to begin with. However, those primal instincts of danger had blurred her rationality and blinded her. Eventually, understanding will smite her. A lighting of knowledge as hindsight. "Hindsight,” she says, “didn’t prevent me from being scared of the big wolf.” She knew that something went wrong, that her body was malfunctioning, and that those emotions she couldn’t control would likely kill her another time.
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After the events had concluded, the little girl reported to a journalist, “The big wolf was suffering! I suffered, and my mommy also suffered.” The little girl vanished afterwards; we don’t know what happened to her.
Viktor went by the little girl. A seller, though, had bad luck that day. He ran into Viktor with her little cart. And the almighty beast of chaos crushed a feeble cart. Like any castle, nature ate it up. The structure that had been born inside the mind of a wise magician had returned to nothingness. Like any structure conceived from nothingness. Each bit of it returned to non-being. And waiting so time can reassembly it again. The woman, however, was left intact. She reported, “I am a working person, but this kind of obscenity against us, the human citizens, is just too much. I only have two hands, you know? Right? Mister Emperor had saved the world."
Viktor turned around and sped up. The men and women around him, bemused by the chaotic and unpredictable event just witnessed by these clueless beings, had reinstalled emotions they had or thought already overcome. The buildings around Viktor seemed to them to be nothing but trees in the wilderness, trees whose only purpose was one of symbiosis with the environment. Perhaps these buildings had a symbiosis akin to that of the trees? Symbiosis with whom? Humans and their own minds where a structure of meaning had been constructed and conceived for withstanding a psychological or utilitarian purpose. No one understood correctly why technology had a special purpose beyond that of creating the nonexistent. “Making magic...” the emperor begins again. “It’s our spirit that bears magic, and our minds render it true inside this vessel of meaninglessness. Our physical bodies had a spirit of unlimited possibilities, and these possibilities had made magic. These possibilities will one day conquer our true enemy, my friends. Yes, that is it! It's nature. We are not afraid of it. That which is not human is not necessary. And it must be submitted to our perennial spirit."
“No king shall rule forever. Friends, it’s not about who shall be king; it’s about a new king who shall come next. Overcoming ourselves in order to be the overman who has finally submitted nature is our duty. Glory to this day, since Gorgs the first marked the beginning of total submission. That sacred day when a sturdy and indestructible material that nature can’t corrode was invented by us humans. By this mind, God, the one who loves us the most, has bestowed upon us. We shall, my friends, love him. The Almighty. And rejoice with us on this glorious day. Long life to our human kingdom."
Viktor, passing a screen where the emperor had been zooming in, continued running away.