You
After breakfast, I made my morning walk as usual. I was surprised to see one of the silver balloons hovering over my head for some time. Someone new must have sent it.
In the beginning, we used our balloons like that all the time; just to check out the others like us. Now we know it isn’t fitting for us to act so straightforward. We have all the time in the world. We found that how faster we try to move out of our positions of isolation, the more stuck we get. So we don’t bother. From now on, we will be as slow and careful as possible.
But I must admit that I did feel curious about the one who had send the balloon. Could he be close? Maybe he is actually a she. But hey, does it really matter, if love is only this slow and gentle construction? There will always be time to make adjustments, after recovering from the initial disappointment of finding the love not conform the reality. There is so little reality here, it is worth a lot of disappointment.
And so our love is constructed before we have ever even met. But although I can’t really see them, I am sure the others here are constructing it just like me. I can read it in the design of your cities and in your ways of speaking. I can read it in all your inclinations and dispositions. I’m sure they are doing it just as I am, even if they don’t send any balloons anymore.
THAT is only because we found the balloons still to objective to count as a proof for anything like love.
Imagine my loving the invisible more than caring for you and your kind, who are living together in the cities, and are checked by our balloons everyday. You think we send them to your cities all the time just to get an idea of what you would like to get next. And that we then translate this knowledge of your desire into new projects and products. As if they were made especially for you.
You probably think we are wholly there for you. Existing wholly as our image only, right? That we are indeed whole, right? But your world is like a picture to us. Every morning I send the balloons to your cities to see what changes others like me have made for you. And then I offer you my proposals, but only as an answer to them. We have built your world, but it is not really for you we built it. Every change someone like me has made, I can only regard as a sign. And it is likewise I make my signs for them. Meanwhile, I don’t even know what year you live in.
Remember back in 2008? We were still sending bread and cake to the poor, when we finally realized we were denying them something far more important than being taken care of. That is, the right to exist. Only when this right is established first, could any creature ever hope of being something else than a mere slave. If we kept denying them the medium to posit themselves, they could not even ever hope to be misunderstood. And so we added the right to make oneself noticeable to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. We gave every human being a 100$ computer with Internet and internal cam, and the quest for global existence began.
You know who attracted most visitors and became your biggest stars; but only because we turned out to be most useful to you. And so here we are, offering you an identity, where there is no other way to redirect the streams of data into a whole. But besides this whole, have you ever wondered about the rest of me? Of course not, it isn’t there. It is in love with someone else.
But it is only to you we can we write, meanwhile hoping that someone unknown will notice the signs we hid in our speech. And so we always end up having to go back to this only medium we have, which is you. How could I then imagine you would believe me for one single second when I state I do not care for you?
Now we cannot but make all books come true.