Where would we go
Dollcee said, while I was commuting on the bus this morning, it occurred to me that we could convert the little room in the universe into the flight deck of an inter-galactic space ship. After all, we are fictitious character and if it can be thought up, then it will be really real, for us, at least.
Dos said, I am fine with that concept. Provided that we all agree that things are the way they are, then, it is really real, for us at least. If citizens can believe that some really old citizen with a long beard, quickly built a boat, then rounded up every creature on the planet and rode out a flood, then we can have a space ship. However, there is one problem. We would never reach the outer limits of the galaxy for countless generations of citizens, with our limited cultural fantasy propulsion system.
Dollcee said, the laws of the universe are a serious impediment for free-thinkers in this culture. It is almost impossible to have an amazing fantasy.
Dos was on a negative cycle and he asked, where would we go? I have never seen a single destination advertised any where in the universe, except ones, here on this planet.
Dollcee said, your negativity seriously undermines the spirit of free-thinkers to emancipate themselves from incarceration, imposed by gravity on the citizens of this planet.
Cybo said, I wonder how many citizens are required to believe something, for it to become officially real?
Dos said, another thing that would be difficult for me, anyway, how would we maintain access to the mini-mart.
Dollcee said, you can be a bit narrow minded sometimes Dos. We would get deliveries.
Cybo said, the fact that if enough citizens agree that something is real, this could result in some amazing things. For example, this planet could be a space ship hurtling through space in order to save all those on board.
Dos said, I really don’t wish to be a wet blanket. However, my character is one that has been developed to asked questions. I want to get onboard the popular cultural fantasy rocket ship as much as anyone else.
Padoke mumbled to himself, listen to this nonsense, they should be my pets.