WHAT IF?

What if you consciously decided to live differently from the majority? A quiet, undocumented life. An entire life made harder by normal standards due to the decision to hide your light from others. A completely manufactured existence that has spanned decades…

What if you decided to live this different life because of advanced, unbelievable, mental capabilities? What if you chose the harder path to escape detection and abuse your power would force you to endure? Harder to get the high-paying jobs because no proof of education, which would also document intelligence. Harder to get acceptance into certain societal circles, which one might use for networking or to enhance financial gain.

What if this harder path then made it easier to integrate? The original goal. The incredible complexity of the manufactured life, manifests in the opposite, while remaining what it is, harder and difficult. The Ouroboros.

What if you had proof of things most find inconceivable? Those who work for governments, know of such things. Keeping secrets, the reality of the impossible, unbelievable technologies. It’s what they signed up for. It’s what they believe they can handle. They are wired for secrecy. It’s what makes them good at the job, and what makes people roll their eyes when they spout hypothetically. Yes…perpetuate the absurdity.

What if this knowledge exacts a terrible toll? What if aging changes your ability to keep secrets? What if a traumatic brain event skewed the wiring? What if one’s eventual degradation of the “little gray cells” caused slippage? Would one crack? Spill the beans? Would one be in danger?

Carbon units, as a rule, tend not to dig deep into the underbelly of things. Most glide along, oblivious and accepting of any and all things as fact. They don’t do much research, if any. Requires too much work. Definition of not doing tough mental work: a survival mechanism for those with limited capacity to think outside a box. Kind of makes manipulation easy, right?

Carbon units also unconsciously judge and measure other carbon units. In so many ways, it’s impossible to analyze. It’s a quick perform of the brain, colored by all the experiences, beliefs, and perceptions of the carbon unit sizing you up. It’s unconscious. It’s normal. It’s what happens. Let’s leave that definition to shrinks and neurologists.

What if?

Ah, a vacation day, the mind wanders. Amazing, the stuff my brain churns out when not on the job. Suffering burnout of late tends to make me, well, nuts. I dwell on anything and nothing. So, off I go into la-la land, musing over the most absurd. Outrageous, all of these what-ifs, right? Certainly not new concepts. Spy stories, lunatics, sci-fi novels, abound.

What if this story had a weird twist, unrelated to the expected story line? Oh, no. Sounds like a book. Drat! The work…and on a vacation day. Geez.

Writing is my release. Stupid. Unsubstantiated. Funny. Serious. Inane. True. Fictional. Unimportant. Pick one. Pick all. I have written something that falls into one or more of those categories.

For some ridiculous reason, I share them, thinking others will want to read them. Sure. That’s kind of ballsy. Arrogant, right? What if I write yet another book that will never get published? Will I still write it? You bet.