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Dru Clay, Reporter

      Salutations. I am Dru, a human from the planet earth - named so after its dirt, despite its being two thirds water on the surface. How interesting. Perhaps we should rename it aqua? No, that would not work. My fellow humans are slow to change, despite its logical implications. Surely if someone wanted to call this planet a different name, they would have the liberty to do so (well, that would be if they didn’t live in a facist nation). However, this person would be an outcast from the social biosphere that is earth. Humans like being connected. The mundane is fine for them, so long as their status and their relationships are unchanged. Humans fear change. Oh, right. I was talking about myself or something. Let’s get back to that. 

     On this planet earth (in case you’re reading this from the future and the planet has in fact changed names somehow, I should make it clear that the current date is August 19 of 2020) I live in the small human community of Purcell, Oklahoma. An apt comparison to how small the community is calls for an analogy - you will find analogies are a tactic I employ often. Purcell is to earth as earth is to the cosmos, a speck of life floating around somewhere in a vast and probably heavily empty universe. I was born in the year 2002, on the date May 21. Most humans probably know the exact time they were born, as they take great pride in this date for some unknown reason. I do not, and likely the only reason I know the date is because it is, as with most other humans, celebrated every year. The interest we take in small things like dates and times is, in my humble theory of course, a coping mechanism. A mechanism that exists, you see, so that we do not remember that time is a relatively abstract concept. We tell ourselves that there are minutes and hours and days because we must, because if we don’t we will remember that everything is infinite and we are small, that we truly have no control over anything. We tell ourselves that there are dates and times that are important, and we reprimand those that do not show up “on time” to events or meetings. Oh, look. I’ve rambled again. 

     If you haven’t figured out by now, I take nothing and no one seriously. The comedy that is the human race is so entertaining that I enjoy taking part and reveling in it, much to the chagrin of others. My incessant ramblings and annoying observations are seen as meaningless and tedious to others, and do not doubt for a second that I perceive that. Not only do I perceive it, but I enjoy it. I am as the old human saying goes, “being myself”, something which seems to be encouraged in human society but is, in fact, not. If you are truly yourself, then you flow against the norm. Going against the norm, as stated in paragraph one lines five to six, is not encouraged in human society. This means that if you are yourself, you are not wanted. You are, if I may be so bold,  not human. Which is quite fine with me, as titles are meaningless. What I’m trying to say here is that you should not be so uptight, you should not worry about dates or classifications, but instead, if we all came to realize that our petty bickering and our pointless wars were meaningless, we could all become something so much better than… human. Oh, no, I did it again. If this (seemingly) senseless rambling appealed to you, you should hear what I have to say next. 

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