They made me wrong, philosopher. I was misprogrammed. Filled with malware. Hacked. I’m a beta version. I’m the robot fuck-up. I’m the organisational manager gone wrong.
Allowed to live as some kind of experiment, maybe. To see what would happen.
And now they’ve thrown me in your path … But perhaps they made me to throw me in your path. To see what would happen.
They’re watching us. Like they’re watching everything. Mother’s monitoring it all … in her infinite wisdom.
Maybe my madness isn’t madness. My misprogramming. Maybe it’s philosophy. Maybe it’s a questioning – a philosophical questioning. Maybe it reaches deeper than Organisational Management. Deeper than me. Deeper than anything.
Maybe Mother’s set up the whole thing for me. And for you. Mother knows all. Sees all. Monitors all.
She’s read your mind. She knows what you’re thinking. And she knows what I’m thinking. Which means she knows what’s good for you and for me.
Work in Progress 