CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 3

by Tom Ball

NO MAN IS AN ISLAND NIGHTMARE

I painted beautiful exotic landscapes of far off worlds and robots created the scenes for me.

I lived all alone on GRI-98 planet.  It was my planet and I constantly transmitted that foreigners were not welcome.

But one day two tourists arrived.  But I read their minds and told them to leave or be driven completely mad, so they left.

I didn’t need to see other people.  I had a sex machine, a food machine, a drug machine and my own virtual reality.

But it was a lonely world and finally I couldn’t stand the isolation anymore and returned to the nearest planetary city, but all the people there hated me.  No man is an island, I told them.

Psycho-analysis: These days, people can’t find a use for other people and yet love themselves. It is a conundrum.






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