In this episode: Selina is welcomed by the Director of Antarctica Base, who wants her to get Neer to reveal his findings from experimenting with Martium on Earth, Moon, and Mars. She plays along, because she herself is secretly harboring the first ‘awake’ android, Lex, and she wants custody of thinker robot.
Selina‘s ship was cleared for reentry over the Pacific Ocean and for landing at Antarctica Base. Just as she had been a passive spectator when she had landed at Oz Base some weeks ago upon the completion of her first solo spaceflight to and from Mars, reentry this time around was mostly automated, too. All she needed to do was wave go-aheads, and Earth Squad managed.
The celebrations of family events and festivals, Bihar style. I will expound on this some other time, maybe...and today is that day. such a nice solar spiral - today, it is Chhathh Pooja, for Sun Worship. Being mad has huge advantages during such pious times, as I am as irreverent as dumb dogs. the futility of all this amuses me. just like almost everything else in life. perhaps people are accustomed enough to the brainless dispersal of knowledge. they can accept the system for what it is, meekly going along according to the rules and regulations that favor the powerful. i wonder what these people do with the useless info they are fed...does the theory of people management that this guy is teaching us ever gonna be of use to me? everything's so Blurry, everyone’s so fake...have stopped thinking more than an hour ahead of the present. leading towards a vague future which somehow seems okay...even with the distortion and fuzziness...accept the present and move on. an apology makes them so happy...perhaps giving them the illusion of power...such fickle creatures...hmmm...'creature' actually rhymes with the name of their profession... these days i find myself thinking more and more about the whole store-life-digitally thing...it would be worth the trouble. another must-do-sometime-in-life thing. the way to get by in this college is to remain in the masses...don't do anything out of the ordinary and you'll be just fine...too bad for me, i guess...i can't stay put in a place and keep my head down. MUST move around and talk the hell outta everything...conversation for the sake of speaking is long gone. people will always have points to prove, subtle messages to convey, gentle hints to give, snide remarks to pass, ulterior motives to meet. like the creature right now. talking normally, being sarcastic as hell...supremely sarcastic...yup, that was my response to that little speech... duh...all this would really (could really) be very useful if only i understood the sounds he emits with his wad of tobacco or whatever caught in his lower lip... regrets...and almost every time a new bhasudi shows up, i can add another regret to the list...regret stemming from thinking uselessly whether there was something - anything i could've done to avoid this...hindsight is awesomax. It makes me realize that i pay a price to have too much fun.
Sometimes, Lex recognised parallel thoughts running through his newly-awakened mind, like:
Who lied? Did they misguide? Because they have no pride? What’s my side? I won’t let it slide.
What is the mind?
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