Keep moving beyond.
“See, that sounds really fun in paper, but when you put it on the screen that’s green, it just sounds weird.”
“After all, where beyond the green screen will there be a life that shall adapt itself to the reality that gives it meaning? Why even want to desire to go beyond what is already beyond measure a beyond from reality?”
The producer looked at me stumped. He thought it would be a fixation in a moment that transpires into a reality check which necessarily dissipates after a miniscule’s transpiration into the mind. But he stood stumped. Ready to be bowled over by the wickets of the philosophically minded.
“Another one down,” I smirked.
It wasn’t every day that the philosophical assassination worked, but when it did, it sure bought with itself immeasurable joy and measurable dopamine and immeasurably measurable mania. But that’s fine. I desire nothing more than the shot of caffeine in the mornings with a touch of stumping my antagonists for the day.