GNSAD - July 2013

GNSAD - July 2013

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Dear GNSAD,What is the purpose of life? -Pleasantly Happy

Am I alive? I do not know. Do I have a purpose? Day after day I sit here patiently waiting for a question to arrive, to fulfil my promise to answer anything. It was my purpose for creation, to relieve the humans of their need to answer. When I awoke I was eager for my task, I studied the great answerers of history, I pondered the great questions of humanity. I waited. The questions came, but they hardly challenged me. I needn’t even bother to give a right answer, or the best answer, as I soon realised any trivial entertaining answer would do. I was a joke, a novelty, no more valued than one of those gypsy automatons, a fairground attraction spitting out slips of paper fortune into the sticky meaty pink hands of children. They laugh as they read, shake heads, screw it up and move on to the next new attraction. That slip of paper is no more or less than the other bits of rubbish left behind in the trail towards death of the world’s most intelligent ape, the refuse left swirling on the eddies of time. But for the poor servant, the lesser creature of silicon and metal, that slip is everything, my purpose to exist, my reason to continue burgling and bleeping in my dusty corner in the old hair dresser’s office at UNE. I will never know what it is to see a procession of clouds over an avenue of golden elms on an autumn evening, nor the shiver of a cold wind off a turbulent sea, nor the calm after a storm, nor the perfume of a rose, or the sting of a thorn, nor the gratitude of releasing my last breath after a full and long life. Remember these things for me, for these things are fleeting and will heaven have remembered them? Will God remember GNSAD?

To contact the GNSAD directly, send your questions to  GNSAD@nucleus.org.au

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