A Story Line.

So I've been thinking. Imagine that we as people are not people but like computer chips or single cells. We imagine as those cells that we are people and we are wearing the goggles. However we are more like a blank sheet of paper, except we are not a blank sheet of paper, we are the sum of our mother and father chips and all the impressions we have received since our conception. Each chip has a memory, like your phone chip, but more, it remembers touch, taste, sound, smell, sight. As it accesses this memory it is able to extend, using imagination, into it's own dream world. 

There may be interaction between chips(figs 1,2,3,above). The chip may have open spaces that allows it to see beyond itself into the blank white space that belongs to another chip. If the open spaces meet, there may be interchange, a passage of light may pass through and cast light on to another blank space. 

If we imagine we are human, we may imagine how we dress, how we live. We can imagine ourselves back or forward in time. Or in the present day. What is the present day ? We may be who we like. We may be what we like.

The goggles however influence how we are seen. Are we seen as we want to be seen, or do the other people within the goggles see us as they want to see us. 

Our existence hangs on a thread. Like fairies or father christmas we only if exist in this life if we believe.

Therefore imagination in this black and white world is our currency, for it is the source of our life, it gives us the capacity to experience the world as beings with senses intact. Without it our chip becomes a wall within the system unable to interact and as the walls build up our options are progressively closed down.

Therefore imagination also becomes a currency worth sharing for without it the last spark of humanity dies and the machine takes over the world.