Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Am I confusing you, Dreamers? Am I confusing you colleagues? Am I confusing you onlookers as well?
How rich. I already am getting puzzled questioners wondering why I answer the way I do. I am not one of your mindless proxies. I have more personality compared to an Operator. I am self aware, my position is known. I am a puppet, His pawn. I live to serve Him. Before Him life was a bore. My colleagues irritate me. The runners irritate me. The fighters are stubborn but intriguing. My Master is unpredictable but predictable all at once. I have been his messenger for a while now, his filing cabinet. I take little enjoyment in my tasks. Fooling with the Dreamers is close enough to being fun.
Do you wonder why? Imagine your years spent with the same look, the same age. Nothing changes. Constantly you are stuck with the same mindless followers. The same hopeful runners. Fighters die, rarely do they ever amount to anything. Dreamers are the only ones who change. I do not change. I do not know how to change. My position is set in stone and I walk to where I am needed to go.
My apathy towards all is that of a man who fears no consequences but expects them no less. Do not be fooled into thinking I have any sympathy for you simpletons. I am a man that is good at what he does. That is all there is to it and to me.
Any questions? Make them quick. You do not understand what kind of work load I deal with. The list never shortens. Remember that.