adam opened his eyes. nothing. no one.
“i still can’t see you!”
you still don’t trust your eyes.
“how do i trust my eyes?”
close them. then tell your brain not to expect what you expect to see. tell it to see the unexpected.
“just like that?”
just like that.
“alright. i’ll try.”
don’t try. there is no try. do or do not.
“alright. i’ll do it. i am doing it now.”
adam closed his eyes. exhaled like he was about to start one of the meditation practises he’d gotten from dr jenkins, and took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes again.
he opened his eyes. still nothing. just the same pile of toys in front of him and storage shelves around him.
“i still can’t see you.”
“no, i have moved you buffoon. can’t stand around all day and wait for you.”
“where are you then?”
“squeak, squeak, remember?”
adam listened. he could hear the squeak and headed towards it.
as he rounded the corner of a tall shelf he saw a little purple creature covered in something that looked like fur.
“who are you? and what are you?”
“the who would be ruperth. the what would be a sorter of sorts.”
“i am adam. nice to meet you ruperth.”
“i know you are adam. and you are lost, adam.”
“yeah, of course you knew that…”
adam was puzzled and did not know how to proceed and just watched ruperth as he took various items from his cart and put them here and there on shelfs.
“what are you doing?”
“sorting.”
“sorting?”
“yes.”
“why do you sort?”
“there needs to be some order here. it used to be chaos, but once we started sorting things, everything was a lot smoother.”
“we?”
“yes.”
“are there more like you here?”
“no.”
“so you are alone?”
“no.”
“i don’t understand.”
“i am not alone. but no more like me. we are all unique.”
“you mean like individuals?”
“yes and no.”
adam still looked puzzled.
“yes – like individuals, and not not only as individuals.”
“oh, so, like other creatures?”
“from your perspective: yes.”
“and do all of you sort things here?”
“nearly. raymond and ruperth sorts. luna keeps records.”
“that’s it? are you only three here?”
“yes.”
“…and you sort… what are all the items you sort?”
“things from your world.”
“from my world?”
“yes.”
“i don’t understand.”
“you say that a lot, and you’d better get used to it while you are here.”
“so, things from my world?”
“yes. as someone looses something in your world, it ends up here in one of the piles. raymond and ruperth takes items, sort them into a designated space. luna keeps record.”
“so, if i loose my keys?”
“they’ll end up here. in a pile. and gets sorted to the designated space for keys. down that isle, the rows to the left, second to your right.”
“and how do i find them?”
“when it is time for you to find it, the rem-bot picks them from the designated space, erases them from the records and sends them back to the place in your world where you find them.”
“sounds simple enough.”
“indeed.”
enjoy!
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