“Where is that ARC son of a bitch?”
Lydia again.
Hello dear scroller. Finally you are here. But how did you escape the algorithm?
By the way, you have arrived in the middle of something. My characters are waiting with tons of questions about why I didn’t launch the podcast. Of course they should be anxious about it because they didn’t ask for it. I am the one who planned it. They are just puppets.
“Who the fuck did you call puppet?” Lydia shouts.
One second dear scroller.
“Lydia, I am talking here.”
“But with whom?” Lydia replies. “Honestly ARC, nobody is reading this shit. The attention span of a normal reel-scrolling person is literally fucking eight to fifteen seconds. They would have left the moment I said ‘son of a bitch.’”
I am sorry dear scroller.
“Lydia, you do not talk bad about the people of my world.”
“Whoa! Whoa! Stop right there, dickhead!” Lydia snaps. “I am not insulting them. I am insulting your marketing skills. What kind of worst creator are you?”
“Look at history. One guy walks on water and people build entire civilizations around him. Another blue-skinned flute player from an ancient battlefield has devotees singing his name for thousands of years. And then there’s the one whose followers bow to the sky five times a day because a messenger told them to believe.”
She pauses, staring at me like she is about to set the room on fire.
“And you,” she continues, “you lonely ass son of a bitch can’t even create a proper rulebook for this house. You just created it and that’s it. Most of the time you are here talking alone.”
That’s Lydia.
Faith vs Chaos
“Come on, Lydia. Have some faith,” I reply.
“Oh really? Then let me ask them.” She turns toward you. “Tell me dear scroller, if your creator promises you something and instead of working on it he spends his time playing with some stupid AI music generator humming old tunes that he probably unconsciously stole from something he loved… what the fuck would you do?”
Wait… do I really have to tell you she said that? You get it, dear scroller.
“Wait,” Jones suddenly says, “so we are getting soundtracks now? That sounds cool.”
“Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch,” Lydia shouts. “It’s not music. It’s fucking noise.”
“Lydia,” I say, “podcast was the plan, yes. But is there any rule that a creator should stick to the same plan forever? I got a little distracted while creating something. Plans change.”
“Son of a bitch! Take some accountability,” Lydia fires back. Then she looks at you again. “Seriously dear scroller, does your creator change plans often?”
Ahh… she is asking you. Wait. Wow. You are still here.
King Julian Appears
“By the way ARC!” Jones suddenly interrupts. “Do I get to dance? You know… I would love to do that.”
“Seriously Jones?” Lydia groans. “I already used every abusive word in existence and now I’m running out of new ones because of you. Where is that honey advertiser?”
“Hello dear scroller!” a new voice appears. That’s Julian.
“Correction,” he says proudly, “King Julian.”
Don’t get confused dear scroller. They are all characters from my books.
“Wait ARC,” Julian asks, “so nobody knows me?”
Immediate laughter fills the static. Lydia laughs the loudest. “Dude,” she says, “nobody even knows him.”
Do You Want To Be Known?
“But why do you people want to be known?” Jones asks calmly.
“ARC stop him,” Lydia says. “He’s opening his philosophy book.”
“But Lydia,” I say, “I want to hear this.”
Then I ask them, “Do you people actually want to be known?”
Honestly dear scroller, I don’t know what they will answer. Because if they answer, I may have to fulfill it. And I have no idea how.
Jones thinks for a moment.
“Really ARC,” he says slowly, “I don’t want to. I just want to travel, exorcise ghosts, talk philosophy, and fall in love with more Lydia. If someone discovers our stories, that’s fine. But it’s not like they must know us.”
“No offence dear scroller. I just like having my own space.”
Plans Change
Then Lydia steps forward again.
“You know what ARC? Fuck them,” she says. “Most people would judge me for my profanity. They would call me a bitch. So what? I don’t need their validation to exist. I mean fuck you, motherfucker. I don’t need your stupid approval. What do people even do with their knowledge? Judge all day. Judge everyone. Fuck you and fuck your knowledge.”
Forgive her dear scroller. She thinks you won’t judge, but she is cursing me and judging me that I am judging her. And as a creator I deserve to hear it. You don’t.
So I say, “Relax Lydia. The thing is… I thought about it.”
I spent hours scrolling through everything we built. All those posts. All those images. All the weird experiments we created using free AI tools. And I wondered… is it really not good?
“And you understood that the posts indeed is not good,” Lydia interrupts.
“Wait Lydia,” Julian jumps in, adjusting his suit. “I may look bad but the way he designed me, man I love this suit. Also ARC you didn’t ask my opinion.”
“Sorry for the interruption ARC,” Lydia says. “Don’t let him speak. You continue.”
I say, “So here is what I found after scrolling through the posts.”
“We are not following algorithm.”
“We are not posting what the social media wants us to post.”
“We are not using the trending music.”
“We are humming our own.”
“We don’t just dump stuff.”
“We are building.”
“We are creating.”
“Wait ARC!” Lydia says. “Is this one of your long motivational speeches? Because we are already in the third page and all your dear scrollers would have went somewhere else to scroll so come to the fucking point.”
I smile.
“The point is simple.”
“We are not playing the game.”
“And we are not going to.”
“We create things.”
“We keep it.”
“And the right ones will find it.”
“We exist here.”
“The house exists here.”
“And the purpose of existence of us and the house is existence itself.”
“Nothing else.”
“ARC! What the fuck are you talking about?” Lydia says. “I was asking about the Podcast? Don’t come and dump all your personal bullshits here.”
“Trust me Dude! We are going this week, do you want to hear my plans?” I ask.
“Fuck you, fuck your plans!” Lydia walks out the room.
She is upset. And I get it.
After working nine and a half hour shifts every day… yes I keep blaming it, but that job is the only funding I get to build the house.
It’s hard to create. You understand right dear scroller?
By the way dear scroller… do your creators have plans? If so remember: plans change. Please forgive your creator.
Who knows how many rods life has shoved up your creator’s ass.
Trust me. Mine has housefull board on it.
This will be soon continued as video podcast. But to value the one who found this… you will know what others won’t know.
If you are still here dear scroller… you know the script already. Please just… you know.