A Simple Conversation
— Did you knew the noise in the radio is the trace of big bang rippling across many light years and redshifting away?
— Oh yeah, how’d you come to that conclusion?
— Well I didn’t. But the scientist who proposed did come to that conclusion. You know the universe expands right, and if it expands there is a form that it expands from, a smaller form. And if you follow that to the extreme limit you reach a single spot -not a spot per se but conversation sake let’s say it reaches a single spot-.
— What’s that got to do with the noise in the radio?
— I’m coming to that, these scientists theorise that if the universe expanded so rapidly in so little of a time it must have traces of noise in the much less denser spots. Like if dense spots got the nebulas and supernovas the void in between those pockets must’ve got something else, hence the noise. And the instruments like radio and television and super, hyper cameras pick up that noise as well…
— Alright, so you’re saying that big bang is proven to be absolutely true by this discovery?
— No, god no. Why do you always want the absolute? Let things be, even scientific truths can leave a room for doubt. As I see it nothing is absolute, let even be truths.
— Kid, I don’t want to hit you but if you leave doubt in everything you’ll get hit.
— Why should I? If you go on about your life as certain as you can be of everything how could you be happy?
— Being certain does not make you unhappy, it makes you a man.
— A man! A man… Did you really said that? Get with the times old man, being a man is not the currency anymore. What did being a man gained you, if it ever did anything it must’ve hurt you. But you’re probably very blind to see that. How unfortunate.
— It got me the life I wanted, a pretty girl at my side, a nice ride and a nice house just outside the city-
— Things, properties, materials. Anything to own, everything to lay claim. You don’t deserve to be a part of this society that improves and researches.
— I really should beat your ass, that what I should own, but for the sake of our very interesting and valuable friendship I won’t. You say that I don’t belong, well if I and people like me don’t exist how would you get your mail delivered, your meal packaged, your house built? You and your smugness can’t run a chicken coup let alone a country.
— That’s what your role is in this life? Being a machine that produces labour? I’m sorry but you just proved my point. If you don’t create and do a job that can be replicated by an actual machine, you don’t deserve to live.
— Oh so that is what I have to do, be a snowflake that poops out rhymes and poetry? Screw that, that’s not what living is, that’s not a necessity, that’s a pastime. If you think that you matter more than me to this life to the world, than you’re wrong, dead wrong.
— Of course I do matter more, I think about what I’m doing and why I am doing it. I am not a mindless drone like you, I matter!
— Do you know why you live? Why is it that your little biological viral being came to this world, from stars or some bearded guy sitting in the sky? Why does that noises in the radio are heard? Do you even know what you matter to?
— …
— You don’t know. You do that, you say what you planned to say and then your thoughts starts to betray you as you go on. You contradict yourself and become a walking paradox. I do know that I like pretty girls, fast cars, suburban life, mindless work for conglomerates. I know these, these are the things that my hand reaches, my teeth can bite in. I do not know much about redshifting or supernovas. Science says this or that, only to alter what they said. I don’t matter, hell even supernovas don’t matter.
(Frightened screams are heard from outside, all of the night sky has became lava red and getting more intense every second. A loud noise is heard and a flame wall approaches from the horizon, everyone dies.)
