But again, is there anybody honorable who wants to be a politician? I highly doubt there is. The best politicians, or maybe the worst is a better word, usually are in a democracy. This system of governance is the best compared to every other system. That’s because, unfortunately, it is the dumb guy at the zoo whose mental abilities barely surpass the giraffes and sometimes even the chimpanzees. Therefore, in comparison to the zoo’s other inhabitants, he is smart, and so is democracy compared to other systems.
Unfortunately, no system is good enough to treat billions of humans at a time, and no one will be. Since we left the 100-people tribe system, nothing could come even closer to that. That system had a clearly identified leader that could be assessed anytime the tribe wanted. His full curriculum was known, his achievements were witnessed, and his people were sharing the power with him, too. That balance was readily manageable, as in the end, he was there sitting with them around the fire, every night.
He didn’t have to sell them fake dreams, or lie, or pretend to be someone that he wasn’t. There were no campaigns, slogans, or rallies. The problems were well known by all, and the leader was picked based on his reputation for solving problems – and that was it. On the contrary, a political party is there just pleasing the people to hold power and nothing else. And if someone found my written meditations and read all to this point and is still rooting for a party, please go check yourself as you are probably mentally challenged. Even worse than that, as the recent new wave of democratic parties tries to be even more outrageous because people became dumber, as the actual average citizen can’t assimilate a concept composed of many ideas. He can’t handle it. So rather than raise him they came down to him. That’s the essence of the one at a time thought.
Therefore, the intellectual level of the campaigns and their slogans are almost the same as the toddlers' level. “Vote for Konu because he loves you!” “Konu will give you a job,” “Stay safe with Konu!” The actual average person needs a strong and simple message so he can understand, otherwise, you will lose him to the video of the hamster playing piano with his buddy the parrot.
Unfortunately, the intellectual level of the people is regressing, as no one uses his potential fully to fulfill his life. It’s an easy, lazy way of living combined with an amazing load of entertainment. Never in the history of humanity has there been so much entertainment produced on a daily basis as these days. It shrinks the time for the free minds to wander into uncharted territories and discover new things. Reading books is old fashion as your device will drag you back to the mediocre life with a socialization mirage. Most families never visited a museum, never watched a theatrical piece or a symphonic concert, never went to a nice restaurant or even a gourmet bistro. Everybody seems to understand and have a strong opinion about everything based on a brief video they saw that morning on some device.
Those opinions are formed in kindergarten style. Everybody is stocked-up inside with a lazy supervision that couldn’t care less of them. So, the kids get all their knowledge from themselves, and what a toddler can teach anything meaningful to another toddler? Babbling!
And devices – there were tons of them recording everything and everyone, collecting and sending everything to Consoft where Wonfuse was using it not to free them but to control them. Never in any era has the human mind been so restrained as it is continuously managed and checked by a beloved device that connects it to his human’s partner, his friends, his boss, his family, and of-course, to Consoft. In other words, he is trapped for good.
Oina trapped me in a coma for two weeks. Because of that, I’m rushing to finish this before Doomsday to the point that I’m losing my mind. I’m talking to myself about democracy to win some time and avoiding going down to the machine, thinking that maybe if I ignore it, it will disappear because it scares me. It’s now time to swallow the drug cocktail they gave me to fix my back. After my accident or that thing that Oina did, X-rays revealed a severe scoliosis, plus some dislocated bones that I have to push back in line from time to time. My body is still hurting badly.
Damn you, Oina! Why didn’t you just kill me? I must keep going for at least the next three days. I quickly swallow this cocktail of pills with another round of high-THC doses. Almost immediately, my hands stopped shaking. The world is slowing down… finally.
The elevator stopped. I opened the doors, and the machine is off. Around it, the three monkeys dressed in the same long golden dresses are in a circle reading some gibberish from a kind of… what is that? A golden book? Alright, I called the security guards and had them escort the monkeys to the interrogation.
They hardly looked at me. They had changed profoundly to the point of insanity. I called their names – Irwa, Lop, Ube… nothing. They were now soulless creatures with no reflexes. The best engineers
