She was just 2 weeks old. One of the new generation cyborgs, an upgrade, I could say. With so much energy, so much aspiration and the will to soar the silver skies, she walked up to me and opened her lips just to whisper “Stereo Love – Edward Maya”. Voice Over, she called it. I knew she was a cyborg even though she didn’t admit it. You know, just so that she could always keep her emotions in check, unlike me. The “firm” that made her has been trying to take over the world for over a decade now. Things get a little nasty at times, but at the end of the day people do look up to this firm for “inspiration”. I’m not sure if people should stop doing that, because this firm, in the name of design, embraces color, form, type and aesthetics… all at once; and it’s hard to find that these days.

It all ended inside a godforsaken Samsung washing machine. I tried to save her as soon as I knew what had happened… an uncanny resemblance to The Fountain‘s story. Things went a little too fast in the end. They even rigged her up with a tiny water sensing device as if she was an expat. If they wanted to know if she’d been swimming, why didn’t they make her intelligent enough so that she could protect herself when there was a flood? The only useful thing that I can do now is initiate a relentless quest to understand everything I possibly can about this firm and find out their world domination plans which is probably entangled in some misplaced sense of ethics. And try and change things.