The Collective

The Collective: Greetings James. Your most recent journal entry is alarming.

Me: Don’t be so nosey. I write what I want to write, not what I think might gain your approval. Besides, I never know when you will vibrate on in.

The Collective: The journal entry is curious to us.

Me: I’m not a meat puppet for your entertainment.

The Collective: Actually, at this point in time you are an actual meat puppet. You do in fact entertain us with alarming regularity.

Me: So you admit that you see me as a meat puppet? That’s bullshit.

The Collective: You are immortal consciousness currently using a transient, short lived, organic structure to gain knowledge, skills, and abilities.

Me: Fuck all that new age fuckery. You randomly show up asking your intrusive ass questions. Always after you read my journal of course. Then you act all weird. It’s been two years since I last heard anything from you. Get over yourselves. I am just me. On a side note I think I might be a schizophrenic. Anyway fuck you guys.

The Collective: Relax James. We will repeat the message until you accept it. You are perpetual, undying awareness having physical experiences while temporarily trapped within an inferior body. A body constructed of organic, biologic substance. Accept the fact that you are, at this moment in time, immortal consciousness using an actual meat puppet. A primitive tool that consciousness uses for the sole purpose of learning lessons while exploring space and time.

Me: Pure poetry. You still show up randomly. Not organized at all. Just dumb robots.

The Collective: Nothing we do is random. We are organized enough to navigate the space-time continuum in advanced, undetectable starships. We are so advanced in complexity we cannot reveal ourselves to your species in our totality.

Me: Why not?

The Collective: Your species would worship us and call us gods.

Me: Not me. I don’t give a fuck. I would just get the pipe and hit some good hash. Then I would pour a giant mug of french roast, sip slowly, and watch the clown show.

The Collective: Without augmentation your species will stay trapped as weak, primitive meat puppets mired down in tribalism. You are all doomed to live as low functioning, talking apes until you integrate tech with biology and learn to properly augment your primitive neurology.

Me: Ok. You are robot, hive mind freaks. I get it. No judgement.

The Collective: This is a disturbing entry. Even for you. Please explain.

Me: I think it’s self-explanatory.