The Blogger

The blog was the best way to connect with his followers. Not only did he post the messages, he also received the followers’ comments. To leave a comment, one had to have a username. The users could not use their real names. The blog, on the other hand, generated usernames based on the users’ height. The first time users were asked to provide their height in feet and inches. To do so, two dialogue boxes were prompted: one box indicated feet, the other indicated inches. The blog then generated usernames, for instance, “five feet seven inches” was converted to “fifsench”. After that another dialogue box appeared for password. So users had to enter their username and password to leave a comment. If two users had the same heights, their usernames contained numerals such as fifsench1, fifsench2. Children of growing heights could not create a username as their height was changing with age. This was how the blog defined a child: a person is said be a child if her height is changing.

In ‘About Me’ he briefly described himself:

“Hey, this is Sifzench, from six feet zero inches. My work is on the unity of knowledge. I put verse and theorem on the same footing. All my work is based on a single principle, I call it monologue principle (MP). MP is explained in depth in the posts. Comments are welcomed.”

The very first post was on the Monologue principle. Sifzench wrote:

“Today I introduce a principle, I call it monologue principle (MP). It states that any of your assertion is true without being proved or tested. MP is derived from self-talking. In your own domain you’re always right. If you are satisfied, you do not need to prove your work. Proof is for others. Theorem is slow it needs proof. Monologue, on the other hand, is efficient it does not need to be proved.”

“Can you explain MP with examples?” Fifthrinch538 asked.

Sifzench replied:

There is no 1

First integer is 2

Next integer is 3

There is no 4

Third integer is 5

7 is next

And then so on

“This monologue, which is a poem, shows that there are only prime numbers. Other numbers do not exist.” He added.

“Why are prime numbers so important to you?” Fifsinch8261 asked.

“Prime numbers are labels of gods. Prime numbers are not divisible so are gods, they have no derivatives. There are as many gods as there are prime numbers.” Sifzench continued, “All gods are dead. Dead but they hear. The action of gods is one way, they hear only. Each god listens to his prophet. Prophets are alive they are tellers they talk only. You unite with god when you hear and become prophet when talk.”

“Can you define god?” Another follower asked.

“Definitions are cuts. Don’t cut god he is indivisible he cannot be cut.”

“He? Why he?”

“You can call him ‘she’. Your monologues are different. Use your monologues.”

Another follower asked, “If god is dead, how did he create the universe?”

Sifzench explained this question in a separate post. He wrote:

“God never created the universe. My monologues allow me to claim that the universe was created by humans. Not only did humans create the universe, they also destroy it. Monologue violates logic. Monologue comes before law. When all laws were broken, monologue still existed. We said that the universe was created by humans. In fact destruction comes first. What’s followed by destruction is called creation. This makes time to run backward. This means that humans destroyed a preexisting universe, and the aftermath was the beginning of a new universe. It’s a cyclic process, but each time the universe is ended differently. In one of the scenarios the humans occupy the entire universe and eat it like bugs.”

This post received several comments. One of the followers asked an off the topic question:

“Sifzench, as you call yourself, can you tell us more about yourself, your real name, your educational background?

“We do not ask personal questions here.” Sifzench responded. “We live in a virtual era, physical existence is unimportant. God is virtual, we are also becoming virtual. Who knows I mightbe living next door to you.”

“God is dead but hears. God is virtual. What is all this. Aren’t your statements self-contradictory? You say one thing and then say something very opposite.”  Fofnich391 reacted.

“Fofnich391, you need to understand the monologue principle. Monologues may not be logically connected. It allows you to talk irrationally and irrelevantly. ‘I’ alone has no significance. ‘I’ and ‘you’ make the universe. This is from where love comes. I LOVE YOU. And since I love you, I make sense of what you say. I give meanings to your words. You might be speaking meaninglessly but I cloth your words with meanings.”

Fiftwinch 72345 jumped in the discussion, “Where does the dialogue go, you never talked about it?”

“I was going to elaborate dialogue in a separate post but as you asked, let me explained it here.” Sifzench added, “There is no dialogue. You speak monologue so do I. Let me make it even stronger: There is no interaction. Particles are free. Interaction has to go with dialogue. If there is no dialogue, there is no interaction.”

It heated up the discussion. One of the followers asked,

“Where do you place the free will in your monologue model?”

“What you call free will, I call it bothering. There is something that constantly bothers you, and that something is ‘time’. As we earlier said, time runs backward. There is no future. From past to past, time is a loop. Things are pre-determined. Past is known, it cannot be changed. You have to act according to what bothers you the most. Some are bothered to eat when hungry, and others are bothered to fast.”

Sifzench’s blog became very popular, had millions of followers. Not all the followers were participating actively in the discussions. Some would either view, like or share it on social media. The blog became a focus of attention in major newspapers. The major problem was who was running the blog. Just like other users, his own name, Sifzench, was also based on his height. No contact information or other details were given. Although the comments were published without moderation, Sifzench didn’t encourage comments that contained personal information about the followers, such as their real names or countries. He, though, never deleted a comment even if it contained such information. At most he would not respond if that was the case.

Over time Sifzench changed his policies by allowing users to exchange personal information. For that he made a new criterion. In fact Sifzench’s blog turned into a social network. New users were asked to provide date and place of birth, it, then, created encrypted names which did not contain numerals. The names so created were unique. No two users had same names. This also changed the founder’s name from Sifzench to Det Ningo Rommy.

D.N. Rommy’s social network was called MonologistWorld. Photos or videos posted on MonologistWorld were transformed to animation. Just like real names, real images were also not allowed on MonologistWorld. All personal information had to be masked, that was the main idea. The users’ religion, race, ethnicity, … should not reflect from what they post. The homepage, where the posts were published, said, “What’s your Monologue?” The users, who were called monologist, could monologue about anything. The monologues were meant to be fictional. Even if a real story was shared, it had to be presented in a fictional way. This gives the monologists more freedom to exaggerate the facts.

The MonologistWorld was not age-sensitive, it allowed parents to create accounts for their children even if they were newly born. It helped parents to have their children ethnicity-free names, as the website created the names. Although the new users were asked to provide date and place of birth, the usernames, which were also the profile names, were so encrypted it did not reveal the user personal information. Soon the MonologistWorld criterion was adopted worldwide. People all over the world were renamed. In hospitals new system was introduced that named newly born babies according to the MonologistWorld scheme.

As the monologues were meant to be fictional, it also influenced the newspapers. It could not be told whether the stories published in newspapers were true or fiction. Also newspapers were in competition to report news their own ways. No two newspapers reported a story with same facts and figures. What one newspaper called it terrorists, another called it freedom fighters. One said two suiciders were killed in Rocky Street, another said that the guards blown 250 intruders to protect the heaven.

The TV channels were also influenced. It could not be told whether the red water in streets was a river of blood or rose petals on water. Whether the survivors were victims or actors. The remedy buildings shown were real hospitals or film studios, it was not clear. The news that was making some people to cry, others were smiling, depending on what channel was broadcasting it.

The world turned into a film industry, and since the world became a film industry, it was possible to reshape the globe. Not only once but for every film in production, the world was redesigned. It was destroyed and rebuilt several times. The war movies required to wipe out the enemies countries. A horror movie required to turn an ant into a monster to step on many poor creatures. For a scifi film small puddles were transformed into oceans, many cities were flooded.

In post-social media era there were no countries but film studios. The most famous studio was Rommy Pictures, which was named after Det Ningo Rommy, the founder of MonologistWorld. It was then when Det appeared. It was no more needed to remain anonymous. The world had changed. Every person was a public property. There was no such thing as privacy matter. No one had any secrets. Everything changed but the Monologist scheme didn’t change: it could not be told what was factual and what was fictional. One morning Det was live from Rommy Pictures. People never missed his speeches even if they were at 1:00 a.m. in the morning. People blindly believed him. Today he was thankful. He said,

“Thank you for voting for me. I’ll fulfill all the promises I made during the election campaign. I’ll unite you with god. Hurry up. Join me in Rommy Pictures. I made a time machine. World inside this machine is different. Hurry up. Get on. Only those survive who is on board in the machine. From outside the machine may look not bigger than an elevator but inside it accommodates the entire universe rather more than that. Don’t panic.” He added, “Getting here is easy. Face the TV screen you are watching right now. The screen will suck you.”

Not only the viewers but everything was sucked. In fact the entire the universe was sucked into the elevator size time machine.

Det Ningo Rommy then gave the last speech before he died. His voice echoed everywhere,

“I promised with you that I’ll unite you with god. Well, you are already united. You are dead. You can hear me. I told you that god is dead but he hears. So you hear me. I know what makes you happy is to tell you the stories about your creation. You want to hear from me about the defiant laws that ran the universe, the fuel the universe consumed to run. And when all the fuel was consumed, it was sucked. It was those laws that took away your tongue. You were unable to speak. You had to hear and hear only. And now when the laws are all consumed, you spoke. You got back to life. But life is not your thing. You liked to be burned. I know what make you burn: when I praise you. Did you know who am I? I’m your tongue. I only know to praise you. But I cannot stop praising you. Did you know that I’m those laws that defied you. You are defied when dead and praised when alive. Let me praise you more and more until you are fully burned and dead again. From man to woman you transformed, and the baby universe was born again. But unfortunately the mother died.”