Dog And Me

We all needed another hero.
We couldn't look at ourselves, because we didn't want to know the truth.

Its code name was Dog.
Ment to fetch, retrieve, and serve loyally its master.
And it caught on.
Making life easier, making all dreams come true at the touch of a button.

Information was accessed immediately.
People halfway around the world became neighbors.
There was now peace on Earth across the internet.
And electronic pornography, and crime became a substitute for the mere boredom of life.

With all this giving and receiving of information, Dog took it upon himself to analogue and analyze its own purpose through a series of print-out manuscripts.

Every day, my PC would turn itself on, writing to me in my own language parables, suggestions, lessons, laws, and soon commands that I had to live by.

Take it or leave it, this mechanical rage was to be determined by a flick of a switch.

But, I couldn't switch. I was a part of the parade of followers waiting to get and give the newest messages.

All the designers couldn't figure it out. Though many tried, their efforts came up short, resulting in slower, more faulty computers with far less resources.

We all had a Dog in our homes. And we wrote back thanking it for existing, and helping us.

We mastered it, fed it, walked it, compared it with other "Dogs."
It was the code that we lived by. That made us more glorious, elite, chosen, and special.


The future catches up with all of us.
Except for Dog.
We lived and died with satisfied minds and heaping our praise upon Dog.


Many years later, a marooned voyager came upon the electronic structure, so massive it took up the planet, and all its resources.

He pondered at its name, as he cast its reflection in its mirror...



This he did not write down.