The moment

            Dollcee asked the moment that she was existing in, do you think that some citizens would think that we existing in some sort of fantasy?

      Dos was also existing in that same moment and he replied, I jolly well hope so. We have had countless conversations to determine what is going on here and determined that it is mainly about perception. Our perception is not reality, but it is how we understand what is happening around us. 
      Dos paused for a thought breath, then said, we are well and truly absorbed by the fantastical nature of our own fiction.

      Dollcee said, that was a good thought breath, Dos.

      Cybo said, it has occurred to me on many occasions that when you are well and truly confident that something is really happening, then, it is usually trouble and you are in it.

      Dollcee said, I am on the same page with you there Cybo, reality is usually unpleasant and best avoided.

      Dos said, what amazes me is that there are eight billion citizen who all need to do the same basic things all of the time. Eat, drink, excrete and sleep. Yet, they find it almost impossible to agree on their perception of almost everything.

      Cybo asked sheepishly, I wonder if we contribute to the confusion?

      Dollcee said, we devote ourselves to try and simplify the understanding of popular culture for the benefit of all citizens through their short existence on this planet.

      Dos said, if you were a butterfly, you would probably think, those citizens must exist forever. Whereas, if you were a grumpy old rock, you would probably think, those citizens are gone in a flash.

      Dollcee said, I wish to be surrounded by pleasant, polite butterflies.

      Padoke rolled onto his back hoping someone would scratch his belly, but hope often leads to disappointment.