Blue's Forays into a Bizarro Social Life

Two noteworthy things to report. Well, three. I've moved my Church completely into the city. Yessireebob, Blue is all set up and established in this new locale! I'm in a public space, but as I said earlier, the ram-people seem incapable of anger or agitation; they wait around to use the terminal, and when I don't budge, they leave. The sight of me, and of my little HQ, does not move them at all. They're part of the program, part of the idea-world. Pretty mobile screensavers.

So that doesn't count as noteworthy, not so much as what I'm about to report.

I have seen the Creator. The dude who dreamt up this place, or programmed it, or whatever. I decided that I had to see him, despite the risk. I wanted to see the face behind Nerdvana. Don't worry, I was not reckless; I planned things out, came up with things to do in case something went all wrong. Worst-case scenario, he would see me and see that I was OTHER, an outsider. If that happened....I would run. Disconnect. Force myself to go awhile without access to Nerdvana, then make careful approaches to return, see if the coast was clear.

He did not see me. I cautiously followed the signs, looked for the increasing real-ness of the world that gave away his position. I found him in a sunny plaza lined with ferns, floating on some kind of retarded pleasure barge in the midst of a large pool, surrounded by nearly-nude ram-people. He was....well, thankfully, he was not a fat nerdy manchild covered in zits and fried chicken grease. I was prepared for the worst example of humanity that nerd culture had to offer. But no, he just looked....average. Some dude. Late twenties, dark brown hair, weak chin. He wore a T-shirt and swim trunks. He was clearly enjoying himself, basking in the spoilage of the ram-people, who obviously revered him. I watched this man from my hiding place and wondered: how did you make all this? How was the ability to create an idea-world handed to you? And why can't you come up with anything more original than this mishmash of fantasy tropes?

Dunno if Blue was disappointed or relieved. It's nice, I must admit, knowing the face of the person whose world I am squatting in. I never saw the creator of the first idea-world, but I'm sure he (or she) saw me, and booted me from the world.

The second thing of note: I'm thinking about actually trying to interact with the ram-people. It's gotten to the point where I recognize a few of them, individuals who come by my Church regularly. I wonder....can I talk to them? Would they understand English? Are they just blank avatars, or could I make out actual personalities?

I am..... curious. I hope curiosity does not kill the Blue.

--Blue Was Here

The Lightning Story

Not too much to report. Bear with me; this is a long process. I am working on transferring my Church, my hardware, to a location in the glass city. This takes awhile, especially since I must constantly recon to make sure I'm not going to turn a corner and run into the real-world ruler of Nerdvana.

I think it's high time I told you how this whole thing started. How I came to be aware of the idea-worlds. So....drumroll, please...

The Lightning Story

I got struck by lighting. Seriously. I was at the top of a cell phone tower, doing something. It was the middle of the night. The thing I was doing was highly dangerous and illegal, and I was doing it for a high-paying customer. That's all I am at liberty to disclose. Just accept that I was up a cell phone tower when a storm hit. I should've climbed down right away, but I did not because my customer was VERY high-paying.

I don't remember the actual lightning strike, just a very bright light. I came to at the base of the tower, tangled up in my climbing equipment. I was singed and my whole body tingled. I felt nauseous and had to puke right away. The whole tower was fried, and so my iPod. I ran for it before any maintenance people could show up. I guess I'm extremely lucky to have survived; my climbing equipment clearly slowed my fall, but still, I didn't even break any bones. I wasn't even BRUISED.

I spent a couple days recovering via copious marijuana use. For awhile, everything was normal. And then it started: I'd be using my hardware and I'd get these sudden flashes of somewhere else, another world. It only happened when I was plugged in, surrounded by the blinking lights of my Church to Technology. Everything would jitter and I'd see the other world superimposed.

I thought I was tripping, or maybe losing my mind. I decided to investigate the insanity rather than trying to get rid of it with Prozac or something. That's how I gradually discovered that it was real. Another world. And in time, I learned that it was an idea-world, created from someone else's thoughts. Somehow, being struck by lightning had allowed me access.

I'll talk more about that first idea-world later. For now, I've got things to do. And...maybe...people to see. Hint, hint.

--Blue Was Here