I Didn't Come Here To Tell You How This Is Going To End

Drunk on fatigue, and fatigue alone, I staggered into my grave like sanctuary. Tired of socialist Austrians and sceptical Dutch - I collapsed. Turning towards my window RSS feeds embraced me into their omnipotent grip. The light grew dim and my head came to rest.

I awoke with a start an hour or so later. On my desk lay a half eaten sandwich and a credit card. As my eyes slowly came to adjust a pixeliated miracle fell into focus. Tonight, into a red and black chequered shirt, default sneakers and customised emo hair – life has been born.

To what purpose? No one knows. Yet it’s my child. A part of me - but simultaneously autonomous - with its own desires and dreams. Does it know that I exist? Does it know that I am watching? Does it know that I also dream for it? That I also care for it?

Books have predicted this moment for a hundred years. Yet it doesn’t spoil the sheer impossibility of the moment. What does this say about me? What does this say about society? What does this say about God?

I should turn back. I should take the blue pill. I should wake up and believe whatever I want to believe. Yet this is big. This is the start of something. This is the beginning of mankind’s social evolution. A product of our apex. It is a second Eden. It is a place in which we shall procreate beauty until the tides break down our real world defences.

Until then I shall take the red pill. I want to stay in wonderland.

Benjamin Nakizo. Welcome to earth.