Still Alive

This was a triumph
I am making a note here:
Huge Success
It’s hard to overstate
My satisfaction
Aperture Science
We do what we must
Because we can.

For the good of all of us
Except the ones who are dead.
But there is no sense crying
Over every mistake
You just keep on trying
Till you run out of cake
And the science gets done
And you make a neat gum
For the people who are
Still Alive.

I am not even angry
I am being so sincere right now
Even though you broke my heart
And killed me
And tore me to pieces
And threw every piece into a fire
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data
Make a beautiful line
And we are out of beta
We are releasing on time
So I am glad.
I got burned
Think of the things we learned
For the people who are
Still alive!

Go ahead and leave me
I think I prefer to stay inside
Maybe you’ll find someone else
To help you. May black mesa..
That was a joke.Haha. Fat chance

Anyway this cake is great
It’s so delicious and moist

Look at me still talking
When there is science to do
When I look out there
It makes me glad I am not you
I have experiments to run
There’s research to be done
On the people who are
Still alive!
And believe me I am
Still alive!

I am doing science and i am
Still alive!
I feel fantastic and i am
Still alive!

While you are dying
I’ll be
Still alive!
And when you are dead
I will be
Still alive!
Still Alive.. Still alive..

From the game Portal.

Listen to this one.

Fueled He Drives

It is madness.
Too many cars. Too many people. Too much movement.
Everyone racing against time. Wanting to reach somewhere.
Everyone wants to, but they never reach there.
Never.

I wonder. And keep wondering. Cars race past me, leaving a whiff of smoke.

Just ponder for a while how complicated things are.
The fuel has been dug out from somewhere. It has been cleaned elsewhere.
A lot of work.
It has been carried from there. It has been carried here.
A lot of paperwork.
Someone went there in a car using some fuel taken from somewhere else, to fill the tank.
A small amount of manual work.
Then someone build this road. Installed the yellowish lights. Painted the dividers. Planted the trees. Installed the road signs. Not to forget manufacturing of car.

All for helping this man to reach somewhere.
Somewhere, even he is not sure of where to go.
Only if he had so much clarity, of where to go, he would have been there. Instead of being in this jam. Honking unnecessarily.
Guided by recommendations,advice and advertisements, in search of happiness. Contentment maybe.
Because they have told he can find it there.

They.Huh.
They are playing a game. That is it.
Creating illusions for him. Sellers.
Just think for a while, whole world is on a sale. Can you buy it? Even if you will, will you stop moving.
Okay, do not take it personally. If he buys everything, will he stop moving?
Maybe for a while, but not for long.
But the catch is, he can not. He has to earn to buy. And then buy. Earn. Buy. And not to forget he has to move.
And time, it is certainly not an illusion for him. Its another reality.Harsher one.

Time is the most valuable thing, he has been taught.
Another lie.
If he wonders for truth, tell him living is more valuable.

But, he drives.