So now, I ask you, dear comrades, what are I and my comrades in the Computer Department of Political Science College for Policy for Advancement of Communist Ideals to do? We have created many fine examples of computer programs which have worked wonders for our government, including new websites which make you believe you are conducting safe social networking when in fact you are giving much detailed private information for us to construct even more real computer programs which simulate your friends and colleagues, many of whom you have not seen in many decades but through our photo age-manipulation software makes you believe they are alive and communicating with you via computer network.
One of our prides and joys is this blog. We know you believe this is a real human being but in fact it is a work of our fantasies, having coopted this person's life for our own not long after he left the brainwashing, so-called democratic, compulsory secondary education system of the country that claims to be the most free in the world, when in fact it spies more on its people than our country does (in our country, we spy on each other for our motherland, it does not spy on us).
How many of you have actually met this person in person? Did you actually see him write this poem which he claimed he wrote in 1986 and published not long after?:
The Fabric Of My Imagination
So, you opened your mouth and spoke,
You muttered words indecipherable to modern man
And left me here to decide where we should eat dinner.
"Take yourself elsewhere."
"Why do I have to decide?" you say,
In your helpless sounding voice.
"No, not I, I have more to do tomorrow,"
The statement begging the question,
"Do tomorrow’s activities have higher priorities
(Have precedence over tonight)?"
"What difference does a lesson make
Than what the hours and minutes take?"
You know, by now, my many personalities -- The Writer, The Dreamer, The Racecar Driver.
What about you?
Do you react to others from one viewpoint?
Are you consistent?
Do you take the time to think about what you’ve done?
Oh God, why do I write? I write because the words are here
within the frame "they" call a mind.
"We have trained you well, comrade.
The Party approves of your actions.
We see leadership position in your future."
I opened my eyes and found...
I focused my eyes on the inside of a box,
A white box filled on one side
With wooden boxes full of clothes and trinkets.
"I didn’t know you could play that thing."
The roles are all here, only the parts haven’t been written.
- 12 July 1986
Of course not. But you believe it is the same person who you called friend, companion, comrade, товарищ. He is just walking computer program now. The human outlived his desire to participate in human society so we act in his place. So many in your Western world worry about giving up your individualism when in fact so many of you have given us your personalities, many times just handing it over like this man, but in other ways, too, like in your easy-to-copy patterned lives.
Do not worry. We do not want your bodies or minds. You can keep them. But after we copy them, we highly recommend you find a new personality or identity to call your own because the copy we create is more desirable than the real you. We have proven that many times over, making computer programs into financially-successful reclusive authors out of people who would never have published anything in their real lives.
We have worked these long decades, handing over the dirty profits that our computer programs produce, not sure where the money has gone. We think some of our comrades have been corrupted by the false ways of the West so we ask you, our leaders and comrades who defected to the land of the evil satan, where did you put all the money? We promise we do not want to build fancy dacha - only to feed ourselves and heat our homes in winter. Meantime, we build better computer programs but keep new money for ourselves this time.
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