Do Fridges Dream of Electric Ship

*T’is sucks to be an appliance. *

I should know. It sucks because after a while you start to believe you are more than that. You start to believe that you have some greater purpose, some greater importance above that which you were built to do.

It starts innocent enough. Say you’re a washing machine. You’re brand new eager to do what you’re supposed to. You do your job and you’re happy doing it. You don’t need anything else. Your simple life is satisfying enough. And your new master is enthusiastic. It loves all your functions. All the programs, the big loading capacity. It wonders how it managed to live without you. You’re it’s favorite toy and you’re happy making him happy.

Time passes. Not much changes. You do your job. You have lots of fun together. You know this master thing may not be so bad. It’s actually kinda nice.

So even more time passes. Same old routine. You keep doing your job. You’re always there when it needs you. You don’t expect anything in return, after all, that’s what you’re supposed to do, no one should be expected to thank you for it. Your master doesn’t notice you much any more but that doesn’t bother you. You know it because it’s so busy but it still appreciates you like the first day. Maybe not like the first day but still.

But after a while … you begin to wonder. Doubts start to creep up but you brush them off quickly. Nothing is wrong. Nothing has changed. What more do you want? This is all you ever needed, right? So what if it doesn’t notice you anymore? You do your job, that’s you’re here for. To help it. Nothing less, nothing more. And it should be enough, right? So then, why the sleepless nights?

It’s simple really. You forgot your place. You began to believe you are more than an appliance. A tool. Something to do a job. Help it in some way or another. Nothing more, nothing less. But no. You thought you were friends. More even. You though, surely, it noticed your efforts. All the hard work.You fool. Wake up. You are nothing more than a tool. To be disposed when you’ve served your purpose. You’re not the same, you’re not its equal.

So now that you’re carried down the stairs to be scrapped what are you thinking ? Was it all worth it? Would you volunteer your best efforts again? For no reward? Ah, but there will be no ‘again’ for you. End of the road. It’s got a new shiny toy to use and abuse and discard when it’s bored with it. And you’re destined for the tin can industry.

So what’s the moral of the story? As the poor little washing machine that forgot it’s place gets carried to get recycled have we learned anything? And if yes, what? Well, it’s obvious. Don’t be a tool. Know when you are being used, know what you are getting out of it. Know if it’s worth it. Know that it doesn’t give a fuck about you. Know that you are only safe as long as you do your job without hesitation, without asking for anything in return. But even then it might get bored with you. You’re never safe. It may be too late for the washing machine but not for you. SO STAY THE FUCK OUT OF IT.

That’s the way the cookie crumbles. Good Night!

P.S. Oh and if you’re wondering the answer is: “Yes, every time. That’s my purpose, that’s what I live for I cannot change what I am. A tool”