Cybo appeared and slunk into one of the few empty spaces in Dos’s little studio. Dos was busy and hardly noticed him. After a couple of hours Dos sat motionless for a while, Cybo said, Dos there are a lot of contradictions out there.
I think the citizens are deluded about being on top of things. Walking over here this morning it is hard not to notice the number of citizens struggling out there. I thought that it is possible that this is the norm and always has been this way. The citizens accept mayhem as a way of enhancing their mundane lives.
See, it is happening again, contradictions. Only a small part of the picture can be viewed at any time. Every thought gets isolated and it becomes difficult to grasp the big picture without contradicting yourself.
Dos sat quietly a little longer before saying, that was a lot to dump on a simple musician.
Sorry Dos, maybe I should decommission a part of my neural pathways and go into some sort of trance. The trouble is, nothing would become any clearer though, would it.