The Sociological Aspect Bothered Him

CHarLie was pretty much in control of Golem’s mind now. Golem had opened the door on that one with the girl on the sofa. From that point, CHarLie had one foot in and one foot out, but was never far away. When the day came that Golem came to see him on the balcony of his bungalow, the take-over was pretty much complete, yet a few neurons remained his own for a bit after that. The mind is deep. But the split was pretty much complete. At this time Golem and CHarLie became two separate entities, at least from Golem’s view. They were as separate as an iguana on a coconut tree, but Golem was aware of CHarLie’s presence and any rainbows or truth and beauty were isolated in Golem’s side of things. CHarLie had other things in mind. Still there is the beauty and truth pervasive on the islands. That was Golem’s true identity. If he hadn’t let the girl on the sofa die, he may have been at peace with himself and the modem incident may have indeed been terminated without further consideration. Mere revenge in a magnitude as this requires a bit more than a failed software corporation, but then again the sociological things bothered him. It can’t be said for sure that the islands would have cured him, but they certainly could cure a lot of situations. Most who know them would tell you that. Swimming in the morning, walking along the shore, hiking on the road, eating seafood in front of the sea; lesser evils than Golem had seen most certainly are erased, memories not needed anymore washed away by tides and things written in sand no more. For Golem though, there may have been too many things already transcribed in stone, that an even relentless tide could not wash from the shore. It may have been that the things that troubled him were written before the seas were salted or the shore apparent, or a three dimensional world received its dimensions. These things that troubled Golem, as we have seen, were intrinsically entwined with life and when humans broke certain rules the three-dimensional existence of man was at stake. The sea itself.


His nation seemed everyday more soulless, more reckless, more uncaring of life. It was living in cities with crime everywhere.