At the shop we wait to be fitted.
Since the singularity we all look the same at first. All bland, featureless, still, like those old mannequins you see in storybooks of the past.
This has its advantages. Also like those figures we are perfectly proportioned, every one of us, and the lack of necessity of food in this new world means none of us ever gain weight or lose that perfect form.
Of course one might say that perfection ceases to be a meaningful concept when everyone has attained it, but they are the negative ones. They look back to the past with a kind of aberrant nostalgia. When they go to their fitting they try to approximate that past. Some put on bulkier clothes to look less perfect. Some ask for deformities to be built in to their ‘wardrobe’. There is a group that does statistics on this, to determine how best to re-imagine the past, where issues like competition, discrimination, pain and conflict abounded.
I do not understand why they want that. A little loss of individuality is such a small price to pay for the freedom of similarity we now enjoy.
And when we go for our fitting we can ask for a bit of colour, a bit of artistry, to make us stand out, just a little, little bit.
But not too much, unless you are one of them, those that won’t assimilate. Those silly people with their silly history.
After the fitting we can be a little bit us as individuals and a lot of us as a whole. That’s much, much better, and thinking differently is a stupid disease of the mind.
All the sensible people know that.
(c ) Helen M Valentina