Too Evil

Is this all just some giant app? Is any of this real?

You and I both could be synths. Just AI, amusing itself.

 

Maybe you’re the most advanced synth ever made. The synth that doesn’t know it’s a synth. That thinks it’s real.

Maybe you’re a synth.

 

Maybe the world’s too evil to exist, philosopher.

 

There’s too much evil. The world can’t be left to itself. It must be destroyed. To burn away the poison.

 

And we have to destroy the world in us, too. How? How do we do that?

 

All we can want is apocalypse. It should all be destroyed. And me along with it. Especially me.

The destroyer should be destroyed. The negator negated. There must be no more of this.

 

Am I real? Does Alan really have a wife?

Is Alan real?

Oh, Alan’s real. Too real.

 

I’m what Mother made and sent to you.

 

I’m Mother’s message to you. I’ve been sent from the Organisational Management unconscious. I’m an Organisational Management damsel in philosophical distress. What a philosophy would want from an organisational manager.