The Game of Money

Crystalbrain always appeared to me as a silhouette that somehow still seemed to shimmer. He was almost drawn like a cartoon into my reality, but when he appeared in full color I could see that he was as white as any U.S. President prior to 2009. Lots could be said about his whiteness but it would come across as racial fetishization and so I will not indulge in it, but his supposed actions were what made him so white in my mind.

He was a con-artist, a hedonistic reprobate, a manipulator in political affairs, and sometimes an employee of various American intelligence agencies. He was no patriot, however--even though he was groomed from an early age by the shadowy figures of the CIA who had links to other worlds, who knew about the singularity we occupied and meddled in the affairs of mere humans.

"So, what is this really about?" I asked Crystalbrain.

"Money," said Crystalbrain.

"Just money? Like that's the only motivation behind the shadowy forces at work in this world?" I asked.

"Yeah, they just want money. And they need social control to keep the game up, so they use beings like me to manipulate the hell out of everything. It's all money. No one at the top gives a fuck about anything else," Crystalbrain said.

"Doesn't that get boring?" I asked.

"Well, if it gets boring, there's plenty of cocaine to kill the boredom I guess," said Crystalbrain.

"No, but seriously, having money as your sole motivation in life, isn't that kind of lame?" I asked.

Crystalbrain replied, "People at the top don't think so. As soon as you get a large amount of money, the possibility of getting even larger amounts of money opens up. There's so much to manage, so many things to take care of, people to hire to take care of things, people to hire to hire people to take care of things. Maybe, perhaps, cocaine. And your own jet airplane, I guess too. But these people decide to play this game."

"Wait, what do you mean by 'they decide to play this game'?" I asked.

Crystalbrain replied, "They get some money together, and they hang outside the universe around a computer system, and when they have enough money in that world they use it to buy a life in this world."

"Buy a life?" I asked.

"Yeah, they say 'I want to be President of the United States' and of course they have to pay a lot of money to do that, it ain't cheap. They get all this computer currency from all the worlds they go to and move it around until they have enough to get an interesting life in some universe or another, this is one of them," he said.

"Are you gaslighting me again?" I asked.

"I probably am gaslighting you. Isn't that what you would like for me to be doing, getting you thinking of this world as some kind of playpen for the rich which you're a victim of?" Crystalbrain asked.

"I suppose I would feel a little...left out...of this game, since I don't care too much about money," I said.

"Ah, yes, not caring about money won't get you very far in this world. At least not on their network of money-based worlds," Crystalbrain said.

"There's other ones? Ones without money?" I asked.

"Well, yes, wonderful worlds of love and light or whatever New Age crap you can come up with, but let me tell you, if you like living, like being a being in your body that's alive and not dead, don't try to get to other worlds; it's just asking to get detached from your body. You know, dead."

"Dead?" I replied.

"Yes, dead. You'll just drift off and get lost somewhere without your body, and just stop living here. It ain't good," he said.

"So the whole purpose of being alive is to make money?" I asked.

"It wasn't always that way, nope...not always that way. But once money came here, beings got interested in this universe, and fast."