Meeting K on the Ancient Stones

M made his way through the thick vegetation and the fetid air that was alive with insects towards K, who was sprawled over the ancient stones.

M kicked K's foot lightly but he refused to open his eyes.

"Is that you Johnny M?" Asked K sarcastically.

"Fancy opening your eyes and talking to me face to face?" Asked M.

K shooed him away as if he was another insect that had come to feed on his blood.

"This isn't your world errand boy, your demands are as worthless here as all that human knowledge you've brought into the game."

"How so?"

"How so?" K mocked.

"You sound like a character from a cheap American movie! I always thought you had more self respect than that! Reciting lines written for you by the mass media."

"Fuck off!" Said M.

"Did you know about this place before you arrived here? You must have heard some things about us from all those pipes pumping indoctrination into your tiny brain."

"You self righteous fuck!" Said M getting angry at his old teacher who still couldn't be bothered opening his eyes for M, his visitor and guest.

"You can feel indignant and even think that your getting angry boy, but you're not! This is the game! And you have ceased to be human now in any real sense. What you are experiencing is a mere simulation of what you are supposed to think and feel. The goal of this programme is to aid with your adjustment and to stop you freaking out again!"

"How long before I become real in here then?"

"That's a good question! But I can't answer it for you. Do you think that this is a lame Sci-fi novel where I spend eighty pages explaining reality to you for narrative cohesion? For fucks sake your such a child."

"What's happened to you in here K? We used to be friends, even after everything that happened!"

"Will you just stop trying to create a mystery around yourself! You're a victim! That's all you are. Now get used to it! And then grow into something else!"

"Like what?"

"Do you know the story of the Unabomber: Ted Kaczynski?"

"Yes some things, why?"

"Well you might know then that the prosecution at his trial all those years ago tried to make a case for his obvious insanity by stating that he had urinated and defecated on his own vegetable patch! Sounds ridiculous right? Anyone who knows anything about farming from the last few thousand years knows that manure, be it human or animal, aids in the fertilization of crops!"

"What's your point?"

"There you go again! Like a fucking lackey, moving the narrative along with your obvious questions! OK I will humour you fuckboy! The point is this; the paradigm shift from reality to the artificial was already underway. What those prosecutors of Kaczynski were trying to establish as fact in people's minds, was that it was an obvious symptom of insanity to not want synthetic foods in bright packaging bought from grocery stores. Nice clean processed food! Rather than home grown food enriched with your own bodily waste."

"OK I see your point but all this was years ago." Said M, as the jungle seemed to screech in pain below them. K continued on.

"When they decided to lock up Kaczynski for life in the Supermax prison in Florence Colorado, the intentions of the state became explicit. The whole purpose now was to entomb nature boy alive in concrete so that he would spend the rest of his days without seeing anything living or alive again! Not even a blade of grass! His punishment would now be a passing over into this simulation of concrete and metal bars, and plexi glass, and human violence along with the stench of the bodies true dirt."

"Well he was a murderer, so?" Interupted M.

"So why not death? An eye for an eye? Why bury a man alive in an artificial world of blaring television noise and shower rapes and shanks! Until he kills himself rather than succumb to this zoo!"

"I think I've heard enough on this subject now." Said M as he tried to imagine a possible future here in this mind mapped green unknown of the jungle.

"You're a fucking coward!" Said K jumping to his feet and pushing M backwards into space from the heights of the ancient looking stones.