The Little Girl, Uti.

 The Grown-Up Has Become a Weakened Man

I have always wanted someone to share my story with.
But the world has grown too adult.
No one is satisfied with where they are.
Everyone is chasing… nothing.
We call it the “life plan.”

The minute of the hour, the hour of the day,
the day of the week, the week of the month,
months of the year, the year of your life.
Microscopes, biology, curriculum, arithmetic, history, grammar, priorities—
so much to accomplish, every second measured,
every decision weighed.

Wake up. Coffee. Breakfast. Study. Work. Repeat.
Understand the market, the economy, the future.
We are told to become the “wonderful grown-up,”
but in doing so, we make ourselves robots.
And then, we make robots of our lives.
The future requires this, they say.

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But once, there was a little girl who lived on the moon.
She needed friends. She needed emotion.

Her life was lonely. She had no heart, no mouth, no brain, no body—
only a pair of eyes.
Eyes to see.
Eyes to observe.
Eyes to absorb everything.

By her 25th birthday, she learned to pilot herself.
She had achieved everything—but not a heart.
She could not feel.
She could not connect.
She needed friends to give her one.

So she descended to Earth.
Traveling through spaceyards and skies,
she explored humans, animals, places, subjects.
She learned everything she could.

Until she crashed.
The world’s problems forced her to land,
to face reality.
She could see the roots of human suffering,
but she had no friends.
It was cold—inside and out. Lonely and empty.

So she drew.
She drew humans and the roots of their problems.
When a problem overwhelms you,
you must understand its root to disobey it.
But she had no power.
No strength to even draw.

Yet she forced herself.
First she fell sick. Then she aged.
But her imagination endured.
She pictured herself.
She calculated.
And suddenly, the Unimax emerged.

The Unimax gave her power.
She imagined the grass, flowers, concrete, castles.
She imagined things flying—and herself, flying.

She wanted to prove she existed.
The Unimax promised she could solve problems.
But there was a cost:
power is greedy.
To wield it, she must endure everything that comes with it.
Only then could she hope for friends.

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Will she endure it?
Will she find friends?
Will anyone listen to her?
Will she solve the problems?
Will she finally have a heart?

No one knows… yet.