Dos said, I think we should try to be more like the audience we believe we are entertaining; I guess it would be better for us to attempt to be spectators of our own existence. I have no idea about how to be a spectator of myself in real time. For that matter, even after the event would be a challenge.
Dollcee said, when you start thinking Dos, you really go for it. That is an awful lot to take in.
Dos didn’t respond to Dollcee, he sat there with a vacant expression, like he, well, like he had a big brain dump.
Cybo was lost in the small space they occupied, but not that far away either. He did a quick re-entry into consciousness and said, I really like your concept of being a spectator of your own existence, Dos. Don’t mangle or distort that one, it presents some great imagery.
Cybo went on, it makes me feel like one of those motion stabilized drones, no, more like a bee flying around and taking in what is going on. Buzz, buzz, oh wow, look at that.
Cybo, I thought you were an inanimate object, but you are acting like a real live wire, said Dollcee.
Dos asked, where are you now Cybo.
Oh, I am buzzing around in cruise control and taking a look at my own existence unfold. Who knows, it might not be long and I will be astral traveling.
Padoke thought to himself, I hope no nutters come to the door, they will lose all their confidence in their own madness when they hear what is going on in here.