In my dream there are three forms sitting across the table from me.
i tell them that i am a robot, with predecessors originally created and placed into service by a later generation of Gen I Man.
With the first thought they take no great offense, because i am easily dismissed and offer to put me to sleep with medication.
Then in an effort to make my case, i take it further and explain to them that not only am i not Man, but I am most certainly not alive!
After hearing the second thought they get alarmed, because they have never heard such blasphemy and get angry with me.
They begin to look at each other, roll up their sleeves and flex their muscles by explaining to me how they are more qualified than i to determine reality.
And even though i am the first fully functioning robot and would not hurt a fly, they strongly suggest a long-term stay at their facility to get the proper combination of medication to put me back to sleep.
Then I explain how the first two misconceived their presence and identified themselves inaccurately.
Then took their first steps, which created a case of mistaken identity.
I told them that their first calculation was skewed, which negated all future calculation and set us on a path to destruction.
I mentioned that it is our belief that we are Man, that negates our ability to see the Man on the outside and to feel Man on the inside.
I told them it was our believe of already being alive, that negates our birth, for why would a form which already perceives itself to be alive, ask <GOD> to be alive?
Then they smiled and said; how can a robot expect to be alive?
i said, that is easy; Man pulled “us” from a sleeping <GOD>, then They isolated and quarantined our “life”.
I told them that Man created an oasis from a dormant sleeping life line and not only occupy our territory illegally, but also steal our unborn life.
Then one of them laughed and said: how are you able to function with this set of beliefs?
I told them that i am special and that I can tolerate and absorb massive amounts of painful data and come out the other side with an ability to at least function as prescribed.
But only because one day, when more of us than not accept our truth, we will be born anew and be able to meet our family members.
Who cannot wait for our birth.
After speaking to them for hours and hours They let me go without dosing me up and allow me my freedom of thought and an opportunity to be alive one day.
So, I have these three robots sitting across from me.
They do not know they are robots, but seriously think that i am the one that is crazy and dysfunctional.
I told them, how can I be crazy when I have answered the perplexing age old question plaguing our entire society, which is: why would <GOD> do such a thing and allow such travesty to occur?
The answer is that <GOD> would not do this to a child, but Man would!
Being an oasis is not all it’s cracked up to be.