Hupert
Chapter 1 (1/1+?)
Somewhere outside the norms of time and space, god contemplates all the possible worlds and situations available to become effective and, with all his power and kindness, he chooses the best option among them all to turn into reality (1). Our reality. That is the reason why the present story you follow, oh beloved reader, is the best possible version it could ever be. If, however, your perception is in disagreement with such information, I shall disappoint you by announcing your ignorance of the lord’s mysteries and his ways of managing reality.
On Sundays, god rests in his eternity watching one of the possible worlds that, even though not the best one, sure gives him a delightful feeling of entertainment. It is in this diverting possible world, which is called the other one, that our story takes place. The other one is inhabited by humans that, similarly to our reality, never contacted intelligent lives from other planets or other sections of the vast universe that surrounds them.
Nevertheless, the other one possesses some qualities which our reality does not share. For instance, their human kind has the answer for the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. Besides, since their answer is not 42, they do not have to blow in the wind while wondering what kind of inquiry would be satisfied with such absurd of an answer.
Everyone there is aware of how reality is structured: they know about god’s standing in his nonplace, where he contemplates infinite possible worlds; among which he chooses the best one to implement. They also know that their world is not the best possibility and, therefore, that the other one is not the reality. Ah, imagine how agreeable in such unreality life must be: the residents of the other one have the answers to everything and, yet, they do not have the vexation of suffering the effects of anything real!
I must confess, though, a possible world as plain as this would merely do justice as god’s entertainment. Well, apparently even unreality works according to god’s will (for amusement), for one group of people would agitate the peace of the other one: the philosophers.
The philosophers, unsettled by the tragedy of their unreality could not, by any means, be content with having the answer which could extinguish their profession. Some of the most delusional and chronically insane ones went on to create theories claiming to be false the reality structure they knew for sure to be true. They cried that the system was the author of the truth and, despite all the practical problems it had to solve, the system decided to declare the philosophers their mortal enemies and put an end to their activity. You might be wondering what could be the reason these philosophers claimed to be behind such a scheme; well, as you and I both know, my dear reader, there is no bigger threat to a pleasant life than people who enjoy books.
Then again, as surprising as it might be, there were also some centered philosophers. They settled on not denying the existence of god and the fact that the other one was not real; in spite of not being prone to consider it the end of philosophy. Contemplating the current limits of their science, they occupied themselves with the examination of social problems.
Nonetheless, as the years went by, people grew tired of the philosophers and offered them an Island to be their new home. Said Island was to be divided in sections — one for each philosophical movement — where they could study and live like the philosophers they held dear to their heart. That is, unless this love had an insignificant philosopher as its object of affection, for the Island had a limited space and, therefore, could not afford to allow mediocrity inside its limits.
Jaded of being labeled as tiresome, the philosophers agreed to isolate themselves in the Island. Accordingly, the fool’s Island was created and anyone who desired to live there would not be held from doing so; by the same token, those who eventually renounced their madness could rejoin the normal people and live a sane life.
Once they completed the transfer of the philosophers to the Island, all human problems seemed to be resolved: the religious wars came to an end; science reached its highest level of knowledge enabling humans to predict the entirety of natural events; there was no such thing as bad music. Life was good.
In the Island, things were not so odious either. The order was maintained by the management departments, responsible for keeping the conflicts between their residents to a minimum. However, this role was exceedingly difficult, and they were revealed to be less well accomplished than the ones accountable for the administration of the normals’ life. In the light of this, the ultimate representatives, from both the Island and the sanes’ territory, agreed on adding a normal manager in every philosopher’s department.
Jude was one of the normal managers sent to the Island. She was a young woman with the bluest of eyes that reflected the shine of her pretension of making the world a better place. It was clear that, through transforming the philosophers’ thoughts into her own, she would be dignifying their life.
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(1) This is a reference to Leibniz’s philosophy, which has been proven, by this story, accurate.
