Why me

            Dollcee asked a silent moment in the little room in the universe, I wonder how many important things that a citizen must do every day are ignored in our conversations?

            The silent moment remained silent and didn’t answer Dollcee’s question, but Dos did. 
            Dos said, let’s face it, we do not have the slightest clue as to what citizens have to do, to exist in the culture. Our conversations probably don’t reflect much for a normal citizen to even identify with. We might sound like an inspection camera video passing along a sewerage pipe.

            Dollcee said, we must be a little bit like real citizens or we wouldn’t exist.

            Dos said, that sounds logical Dollcee, but the only thing we know for sure is we exist in conversations.

            Dos said, hang on, or do we exist as conversations.

            Dollcee said, that sound ridiculous Dos. I cannot imagine some future anthropologists writing up accounts of conversations that existed sometime in the past.

            Cybo said, I can. I once read a book titled, “conversations from the grave”.

            Dollcee said, that gives me the hee-bee-gee-bees. Our existence is only conversations between three fictitious characters and a talking dog with green ears.

            Dollcee continued, think about this, some developer comes along and bulldozes the little room in the universe and we end up in a data dump. Way, way into the future, an anthropologist finds a flash drive and can read the data with the assistance of some clever machine intelligence.

            Cybo let out a long breath and said, golly gee-wiz, would we sort of like exist again?

            Dos asked, you think that is a golly gee-wiz moment? What if we are intentionally loaded onto a spaceship and the clever machine is programmed to re-initiate our conversational existence and we are so far removed from our cultural bearing, we simply haven’t got a clue, as to what to do.           Padoke said, or what to say. Now, that would really stuff you up.