“Scan for danger. Scan.” The minute she opens her eyes, this command comes online. She calls it the source of evil. She believes that all of her problems stem from this single line of code and she is determined to find a power-off button. The search party has gone on for forty-five years. What did she find?
Let’s take a look.
She has racked up 63 notebooks filled with potential solutions. None works for a sustained period of time. The code always overrides everything else.
She has built an extensive body of creative work. People hail her the queen of creative consciousness. She is certain people don’t know what they are talking about.
She has gone to far away places, visited the mystics, lived with ancient tribes, drank blue potion. She has visited labs, studied brain scans, talked to experts and scientists, tried experimental drugs. Nothing.
She has fallen in and out of love. She is not sure love is the answer.
For a 65-year-old perfectionist, she has not given up the search, like it or not.
“Scan for danger. Scan.” A new danger, a mutated old danger, danger, danger, danger. None stop. It has kept her alive, pushed her outside of her comfort zone, like it or not.
What do we make out of her search? Not a clue. I am under the same programming.
