An Homage

Your soul mate is trying to reach out to you. You might think you know who your soul mate is, but if you think that you're wrong. You, who have lived oblivious of each other for your entire life until now, are so perfect for each other that, should you ever meet, not only would you fall in love instantly but the whole world would feel more complete since it will seem as if it's entire purpose was always to accommodate the both both of you for eternity and not much else. That one person has somehow found out about you and with shaking hands they have written you an e-mail.

They have taken great care as they were fully aware that an e-mail might not be the best way to reach out to their soul mate but it was the only way at their disposal and they didn't have much time left. They had thought about the words for several days, discarded an endless amount of drafts and read the end result meticulously to make sure that the text perfectly conveys their intentions. They have included so many feelings, so much passion such longing and loathing in it that you will not only understand the meaning you have for each other but also the predicament your soulmate is in and how only you are able to save them if you just did one simple thing after receiving that one e-mail, that one shot you have at restoring order in your universe.

Dripping with sweat they have clicked "send" and off the e-mail went to the outbox of their mail server. And so the e-mail was sent on its way, being converted to strings of 1s and 0s of different patterns countless times, always still encoding the original message in a well crafted ballet of algorithms and protocols. It goes from one mail server to the next from where it is redirected to another one. Until it may reach the final one, yours, where it would be moved to the inbox folder and you'd hear the notification sound of your device, informing you of the arrival of the most important thing that will ever happen in your life.

But there is no human consciousness around to witness how futile this whole endeavor is. Since the mail has not even left the private network the sending client was connected to. It is continuously forwarded from server to server, all separate hardware but fundamentally running the same software. There is an infinite amount of these machines in the local network so the mail will never reach the gateway server. And were it to reach the gateway server, nothing would be gained for there's only another privat network beyond it. There's little benefit from having all the correct credentials in place so that it will pass every firewall, every spam filter and every virus scan, as it has to pass an infinite number of layers of private networks before ever reaching any wide area network where a path to your mail server can be found.

It will never happen that this e-mail passes all these layers which wrap the planet like a thick felt. You, on the other hand, are sitting in front of you screen, staring at your empty inbox, dreaming of the messages when it's time to get back to work.

Comic transcript

Panel 1:
Chicken's unfulfilled desire for romance an the therapist are standing in a waiting room with a many seats, a clock and a counter that is protected with glass.
T: Ahhm...
H: Uhhh ...
Panel 2:
T: It didn’t work! We dissolved into pure neural activity for nothing. Now we’ve ended up in some sort of hellscape.
H: Not so fast! It may not look like it, but I think we are inside the castle.
Panel 3:
Chicken's unfulfilled desire for romance walks up to the counter.
H: Ahhm, hello? Is this the castle of conscio ...
C: Did you draw a number?!
Panel 4:
C: Requests will only be answered if you draw a number first.
T: But Chicken is dying! The world is ending! We need to ...
C: Number?!
H: walks away sighing.
Panel 5:
H returns to the counter with a slip of paper that has the number 0001 on it.
Ding! ... Dong!
C: Number 0001?!
H: Yes. We need to ...
C: Are you number 0001?
H: Yes. We need to ...
C: What can I do for you?
H: We need to do something! Chicken is dying!
Panel 6:
C: Consciousness is out of office and does not take any requests right now. Please come back later.
T: There is no later! If consciousness isn’t here then we need to do something!
C: Only one request per number! You need to draw another number.