a charcoal feather (the_lying_kind) wrote in iconversations,
a charcoal feather
the_lying_kind
iconversations

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I walked into a small internet room full of people and looked around at the glittering virtual walls.

"So this is iconversations, is it?" I asked. "Well then. Guess I'll try it out. Here's a weird little conversation that I imagine myself having with one of the fictional characters I create." And I laid it out before them, found a seat, and sat down.



Who are you?

How can you ask who I am when you know you created me? I am not a figment of your imagination, you know. I am your true creation.

That's what I mean. How can you be? How could I have created something like you?

You disapprove of me?

Of course I don't. Don't be stupid. I mean...I don't disapprove of you. I just think it's impossible for you to exist. I couldn't have made someone like you.

Why not?

Because...I'm not God.

You're not?

Of course I'm not! How could I be God? Do you think I'm God? I'm not God!

No...I supposed that you aren't God. But you made me all the same.

But that's impossible. I don't remember making you. How did you come to be the one you are? What you are? Where did you come from?

Who are you, what are you, where did you come from? Can you answer those questions about yourself?

We're not talking about me. We're talking about you. You and I aren't the same. Are we?

I don't know. Are we?

We can't be. I...I created you. And you are not real. You are only a figment of my imagination.

But I'm not.

You must be, you must be! Stoppit!

You know there is more to me than what you made. If you did not make it, who did?

Yes...yes, that's it. I didn't make you. Someone else did. You aren't mine, not really.

I'm not? And why not?

Because you have a mind, a soul, you have free will. I couldn't have made those things, so someone else did. God made you. A real god. Go to that real god. You're not mine.

But don't you remember making me?

No! I don't! You were there one day in my head, but I didn't make you, I didn't cause the things that are in your mind to be there. God made you. Not me. Not me.

How can you so easily relenquish control of your responsibilities? Even if it was God who made me, it was you who brought me into the world. Don't you feel responsible to me?

Why should I? All of the things that matter in you are not my creations. Go to the one that made you. Go to your true god.
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