The Alarm sounds. It wakes me but I have a significant amount of time before I need to pay attention to anything. I go back into a state of relaxation. During this odd time, I contemplate my existence. Do I perform my tasks to my fullest ability? What exactly would happen if I stopped trying? Where do I stand compared to others? Am I better than the average? Am I better than those that are very much like myself? I peer over at my counterpart who lies on the other side of the room. Do I perform as well as he does? Do I put as much effort into my work? If one of us just stopped, would the other be dragged down with him? I am in a state of relaxation again. My mind is allowed to wander without distractions being observed from the outside world. In my mind, dreams are created by a simple mixture of past experiences and imagination. Dreams tend to be more exciting than most days. Pad, pad, pad. I wake. I am grabbed and flung up an altitude considerably higher than my own height. I realize that this is to be a day of work. Some days I work and some days I take a break and stay home all day. Sometimes I go out at night and have fun. Workdays aren�t all that bad, and today won�t be all that bad. A lump of oddly organized carbon-based material enters my major orifice. My limbs are pulled and my upper body tightens until I grasp the material. A similar process occurs to my counterpart. This is my position for work and play. I am a barrier for those who are weaker than me. I am a part of something greater; something more meaningful than the sum of it�s components. Movement is given to me by the host. I, along with my counterpart and other accomplices, move as one due to the host. He gives me movement and I alter him in many positive ways. We move as a machine, we form a confusing tornado of motion. When we move it is my job, as well as the job of my counterpart, to meet the ground and to keep a generous amount of friction with the ground. We are now all in a larger body. This is where I get a short break, and my counterpart must assist in the operation of the larger body. He bounces back and forth on two different platforms. After an interval of seven minutes or so, I am back to work. I meet the ground. There are many types of ground that one like me must know. Friction, slope, viscosity of interfering liquids, and differences in altitude, are all things that I have now mastered. Activities continue as the Fireball flies across the sky. I am like a veteran of war. The day is composed of long times of boredom spattered with short bursts of excitement. Sadly, I�ve been through this scenario so often that the exciting parts have become menial. I fill the most boring of times by keeping track of a beat created by my companions. We are like a small band of percussion. Once again we go back to the larger body, and a break is given to me again. This is when I start winding down. We all slow down quite a bit at this time. A few hours go by in a relaxed kind of manner. Then the time comes when all of my coworkers will go our separate ways for the night. Perhaps I�ll get someone to fill in for me tomorrow and I�ll take a break to contemplate these kinds of days a little more deeply. |
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