About all those videos showing car sized drones in the sky that we don’t know anything about except that there is definitely nothing to worry about.
Mr. Right, Chapter 2 Continues
The Mr. Right story continues this week. Hiding from the Colors within the digital world that he created decades earlier, Mr. Right has joined the outcasted human digital Personas to find freedom. This week’s entry begins after the commentary below. To read the entire series, click here.
Please Look Up: The Drones are Here
Imagine what it felt like thousands of years ago, looking into the night sky. There is so much wonder and awe to be had at the moon circling us and the millions of stars and planets. We were all stargazers, wondering how all this worked. We’ve picked up pieces to the puzzle along the way, but even a hundred years ago, we didn’t know much more about all those lights up in the night sky. Today we know there are 21.6 sextillion planets in the observable universe.
That’s a lot to observe.
It seems we have some new lights to observe. Drones the size of cars are flying over New Jersey and California. And we have video!
New Jersey
Southern California
Who is flying these car sized drones? Like a lot of things about what is in the sky, I don’t know. The problem is, no one else does either, including our government and military.
And there is definitely NOT a drone “mothership” off the US coast.
Okay, maybe there a little concern out there:
So help out and please look up. And while you’re at it, enjoy the sextillion other lights that God created. At least we know where those came from.
Peace.
Chapter 2 Continues
The three men continued down the hill along the desert mountain trail. The celebration of Mr. Right, the creator of the Colors, was awaiting them. Moses made sure they maintained a brisk pace even with all of Mr. Right’s questions. There was much to understand about this world that he unknowingly created a lifetime ago.
“So all these Personas,” Mr. Right said, “are just parked here in isolation?”
“Yes,” Moses said not breaking a stride. “Of course, Lord. But why do you not know—”
“And how many again? Seventy-seven million?
“Lord, let me check.” Moses paused to calculate. “Seventy-seven million, two hundred thirty two thousand four hundred and fifteen. Sixteen—one more just joined.”
“But how can this be?” Mr. Right muttered to himself. Raising his voice, “I didn’t design any of this.”
Craven said, “Of course you designed this. And you’ve trapped us!”
Mr. Right said, “I did not design this place—whatever this place is—I can assure you, Craven.”
“Danger! Danger is my name.”
“Was your name. Until I changed it.”
“See!” Craven shouted. “If you didn’t design this place, how is it that you can just change our names like that?”
The three of them stopped walking as Mr. Right searched for an answer. But he didn’t have one.
“I don’t know,” Mr. Right shrugged. They started walking again. “You Personas all had a human counterpart, I presume. Each one of you is based on a database of memories and information gathered about one specific human. Yes, I did design this technology to allow interaction between human and Personas. Yet, you have all been isolated here away from humans.”
“Right where he want us, ” Craven whispered to Moses. “We can’t trust him.” A glare from Moses was enough to stop Craven—for now.
Mr. Right continued. “I created the Colors to allow for multiple lenses to analyze the same information. That information was never intended to be excluded. And for that matter, entire Personas to be excluded. I didn’t do this, you have to believe me!”
“Yet, here we are,” Craven said, stepping in front of Mr. Right.
Mr. Right snapped his fingers. “Craven, who was your human counterpart?”
“What are you getting at?”
“Do you know it?”
“Of course! Mr. Victor Crane. Criminal detective for 32 years.”
Mr. Right smiled. “Of course! Moses, what about you? Who was your human counterpart?”
Moses thought. “I don’t know, Lord. But alas, we are here!” Moses pointed just ahead to the level ground adjacent to the structures carved into the bottom of the mountain.
Moses ran to the entryway to the great gathering area out in the open air and waved them to follow.
Craven squinted his eyes and said to Mr. Right, “How can he not know his human?”
Mr. Right knew the answer. He said, “Because, Moses doesn’t have one.”