‘The system is flawed,’ you say.
‘The system is exactly as I weaved it to be,’ says the spiders you will never see.
For there are spiders – nameless, faceless monsters in the dark that control everything around you. A part of me worries that this is being read and my name flagged to be dealt with soon enough. The saner side of my mind realizes that this is merely a result of the shows that I watch and an overactive imagination.
Just because there are a thousand different depictions of alien life does not make it any less the fiction that it is. The numerous adaptations of Jurassic Park does not a real life dinosaur amusement park make. Moriarties and Whiteroses and Donullias may just be that – a fictional rationalisation for a system that seems to be failing the ones that it is made for. There could be perfectly logical reasons behind its failings that does not point to elusive spiders weaving intricate, delicate threads that benefits only them and disregards everybody else.
On the other hand, fiction does have a way of not staying that way. Big Brother does exist, after all. Then the question is, do these spiders exist because of fiction, or do the stories follow their misdeeds.
The transition from an existential question to a chicken and egg debate seems very natural, does it not?
- Jurassic Park – Michael Crichton
- Moriarty – Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle
- Whiterose – Mr Robot, Sam Esmail
- Donullia – Paatal Lok, Sudip Sharma
- Big Brother – 1984, George Orwell
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