I've come to talk to you, you see, I got very interested in one of your papers, specially the way you mashed projections upon you own narcissistic and egomaniac feelings materialised in metatextual characters.
Is that so, and why?
Well honestly, I personally believe you are a coward.
What for. You come down to me and insult me?
Yes, of course I will, we can't let spite and self pity run down our world.
What world?
Is it the world that I've despised enough to leave.
It is. Yes, the world you despise because it stopped treating you like a child. Because you no longer feel like captivating the whole table around with a charade of yours or a story that showcases your maximum excellence.
But. I did.
You did what?
I did create said scenarios, I made people bow and pray to me. I showcased the will power of Carlos Magno. The sharpness of a philosopher, and the abstraction of a black void.
And yet you still want more, is it not doctor?
Maybe I'm old. And… nothing feels right anymore, at least… the beer is good.
And drowning yourself in alcohol and opiates is your way to set yourself free from the uncaring world?
I… don't know.
How can you.
HOW CAN YOU!
You!
You keep on writing over and over, cultivating a narrative writing tens of thousands of letters and making me waste my precious time on your stupid papers, for you to later say you don't even acknowledge how you really feel.
You're a coward mister. Leaving this world for another far simpler one.
Even when this whole world is giving it out all for you.
I feel timed.
Timed for what, you are young, as young as two decades and a year permit you to be a grumpy sad man.
…..
He stares at the doctor with sharp eyesight, not disconnecting from him ever.
Are you ready to talk about that.
What that?
Your dick. You said you'll chopped it down like a tree.
You wanna become a chick.
I never said that.
Then what was that fucking thing you said about it bringing you so much for trouble?
Did you get any hooker pregnant?
Did you get it to show itself publicly on accident and now you got a warrant against you?
What? No.
Then explain yourself.
It's just.. the same, as the rest of the body, as the rest of the flesh.
As same for the nipples as same for the hair.
So you wanted to be a robot.
And so why do you want metal?
It doesn't have to be metal… it just,…. As long as it's not…. This.
The uncertain body of hormones and proteins, vitamins, surplus, and deficiency. I just… wished I was indifferent to the ultimate human error.
Death?
No
Failure.
No human, no god, no complexity.
A simple, diagnosable machine.
And so this papers are the one that showcase your journey.
No, I just, don't think that there will be something done. Sure fine, I'll whine, more and more. It's one grain into the pile.
Doctor…
What…
You truly are addicted to misery. Please leave me out of any equation of yours.