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Sunday, November 15, 2015

The Architect

Every one knew that he had arrived, before he could come out his car. Film stars were too common people to share the dias with him. He also knew that he is godly to those common folks. He knew all people wanted to embrace him, but he was not concerned. He knew it was all just like what he had designed.
His hands were the longest a human would have had, but there was no restlessness in them; to someone, the length would have suggested the growth and maturity of his actions. His hands were once the formatter of the space, but he knew he would be able to build it all over again. And here he was, showing himself off in front of the people.
There were emotions running all around him, and the intensity surprisingly was increasing with distance from him. Nearer people were getting calmer and calmer, though it was for sure that he shared no potion with them; he was satisfied at seeing that everything is going on as he had designed.
There were a few humans who had learnt some of his style, and were marvelled by the power of the architect. By showing off their skills to the architect, they were able to attract his attention to them. He was pleased to hint some fundamental knowledge to them, though he knew that all his design is interconnected and one can reach from any state to any other state by himself. He had just saved those few humans some time, to become free from time, because he knew time was just his tape to record events, possibly for audit purposes.
He architected one of the biggest systems in the universe. He never came out of his car. Off went his car and people could only remember that he was here.