This was a tough song to write about. It took me long. After finishing half the story I could not go on. My mind stopped working. And somehow I was trying to figure out how to deal with this story. This in a way is a tribute to Stanislaw Lem who wrote Solaris. Probably one of the greatest authors of all time.
Here is Gorillaz - Every planet we reach is dead
I am inside low time. In a way my mind doesn’t experience time at all. That is how it is supposed to be. The girl that I had kidnapped from RA 25 was in cryogenic sleep. I don’t know her status. I was advised low time by the ship because we were not clear about our destination and this also meant that I could end up raping my fellow traveler.
Rex – that was the girl on the ship. One of the few female species in the universe. That’s what we would like to believe.
At the time of getting into low time, the ship takes only that strand of thought it encounters in that split second and extrapolates it into your mind. It is advisable to have peaceful thoughts because even in low time, you actually enter into that thought and that becomes your reality. It lasts with you till the ship finally finds a destination.
At low time, I was in love with Rex. That did it. Now I entered a reality which was something I hadn’t felt in the real universe. I only wanted to fuck Rex. Now I got into a new world. A world that pauses on the thought and totally sucks you into it.
A part of my mind – maybe a fraction was allowed to communicate with the ship. The ship was looking for a destination.
If the ship comes across a destination, it will just trigger me into consciousness. That is the idea.
Meanwhile I remained in love with Rex. It was like I was on a drug. It was a real high.
I still don’t know how the real world was functioning in the ship. Was Rex aware that I was into low time and in love with her? I don’t even know if only my mind was manipulated. What about hers?
I will give you an example. Being in love also involves a physical desire. That is something I experienced in low time. And somehow it was different from fucking. In low time I could not touch her or feel her physically. And that was the bug in the programme.
They never thought that I would like to experience my object of desire through a touch. They thought that my love will be restricted to my mind and it doesn’t need other realities. But they were wrong.
I was becoming desperate to touch her. And in my mind every time I touched her, she would turn to dust. I could confess my undying love to her and she would respond. But “When I wanted to make love”, she would turn to dust. This was dangerous. Nobody knew when we will find a new planet. But during that entire phase I needed to be kept outside the reality of my ship.
The Sphere is a sentient ship. Earlier the ship had tried to kidnap Rex and later on made a compromise with me. Now we were in good terms with each other.
The Sphere was looking for a destination. And every planet it took us appeared to be dead.
Even in the closet of my own reality I was not allowed to be. The fraction of my brain that was connected to the spaceship was using a capsule. The capsule kept track of the trajectory of the Sphere. It had limited rights to manipulate the direction of the craft but then it has to win against the logic of the Sphere. The sphere normally can’t go wrong unless someone hacks into her mind.
In this vast galaxy my ship doesn’t really matter. There are many objects in space. Stars, planets, asteroids, black holes and moons. The Sphere was not able to find a single planet which could allows us to park ourself for some time – a few hundred years.
But I don’t like planets that are abandoned or those that are not livable. I need life around me. I don’t like to be alone. It is this primitive instinct that I have.
Technically, I won’t be alone now. I have a kidnapped girl with me. So I would be able to pass time.
For me to come back to reality, my ship wanted to see the planet that has life. We kept searching. My capsule provided me updates only when there were some results. Else we were again independent entities.
That one day when I was desperate to try to touch Rex and waiting for her to bloom into dust, I experienced a rare feeling.
Rex was closer to me than ever. It was not just the touch. I could feel that there was something else in play. Rex was actually holding my face in her palms and getting her face near to me. and I could feel her warm breath.
It was an experience of a million life time. I have no idea how it happened. But that was the time I was alive. In an alternative world. Feeling real. Or what I thought was real.
The capsule had catapult me into a separate dimension. It has found a planet that was alive. The planet had found life inside the capsule. And it had relayed the message to me.
The planet had taken complete charge of me. I don’t even know about Rex. Probably she is still lying next to me in cryogenic sleep or she is actually touching me. What is real?
Probably what I felt was real. And nothing really mattered. This planet was alive. And it had taken complete control of me.
