Click Beetles

Adopting a mode of entry moves my thought set toward certain inexact templates. Thus, I use "thus" to make a point. Ever watched a moth that can fly spend minutes meandering across a ceiling? That's why.

I act like this planet belongs to me because I can find no evidence to the contrary. What do I do with such a free gift as a planet?

What? It is the paradox I cannot resolve. Like those who say voices speak to them and guide their actions - unless the actions appear oddly detrimental or so nonsensical that they can be ignored (qualitative judgments on our part, of course), who are we to say the voices aren't real (but perhaps unreal)?

I only asked for a planet-sized observation post on a whim, to get the gift givers off my back, so to speak. Little did I know they were absolutely serious. The consequences were mine alone to face.

And here I am. Standin' here on this imaginary windswept bald on top of the world, cold mist in my face, my hands and arms busy flying the kite that represents the major movements down below.

I try to deny my responsibilities but I don't leave this spot. Sleeping, dreaming or awake, the position never varies.

I've given up asking "Why me?" I've tried to divert attention from me, pointing others to their favorite conspiracy theories long since hashed out in popular fictional accounts and easily converted to new fads.

I believe in the power within you to control your own destiny. At the same time... well...

My associates don't want me to go away. They tell me the network has taken on a life of its own with me as the permanent silent, unseen facilitator.

No worries from me anymore about becoming a despotic leader - at my suggestion, alarm indicators that resemble controls are in place to help me stay on the predesignated path of my choosing. For example, if I back my lorry off a rock wall, there'll be a buddy with a tow truck to get me out of trouble.

So, back to work. Intolerance is a fulltime vigilante position. We've got a planet to run and a solar system to populate on the way toward preserving the concept this living ecosphere has demonstrated.

The wind has spoken and for once I was fully awake and listening. Interplanetary Citizens, to your positions! No time to waste! Just four months and some change until we're fully operational.