Good day, and welcome to another session of, The Further Promotion of ME. I–that would be ME–am your host for today’s festivities. Thanks for stopping by.
Today we have a special treat in store for you. Recently, I had the opportunity, during a break in scenes, to sit down and chat with the lead villain of MY most recent work, Flutter. We discussed his motivations, his dreams, the true side to that demonic darling, Natasha, and whether or not the life of an angel is everything it’s cracked up to be. His name is Morpheus, the angel of dreams, and God’s second-in-command. The following is the transcript from the conversation.
(Morpheus enters, side-stage, dressed in a flowing white cloak, that seems to bury him in his nearly translucent pale skin. He sparkles a gleaming smiled, offers me a wink of a blue eye, and sits, hands in a steeple in his lap.)
ME: Welcome, Morpheus. It is a delight to have you, and a joy to talk with you.
Morpheus: I appreciate the opportunity, and thank you for inviting me.
ME: Well, let’s just jump right into, shall we? Who is Morpheus? Aside from the character in the Matrix, of course. (I laugh, but Morpheus just stares cooly in MY direction)
Morpheus: Right. Well, I like to think of myself as an architect of dreams–a conductor even, if that imagery is more apropos. I am the keeper of the dreams of humanity, and the most prominent ear in God’s hierarchy of arch-angels. It is a blessed existence, despite the obvious shortcomings of being immersed in the insanity of the sleeping human mind, yes?
ME: Um, yes. I guess. Anyway, I have to admit, Morpheus, that doesn’t sound very villainous.
Morpheus: (bristling) Oh, I never professed to be a villain, sir. I might call that slander, in fact. All that I do, I do for the glory of angel-kind. I serve the interest of Heaven, and wish only to bring about a greater sense of pride in the angelic populace.
ME: But, in, Flutter, you orchestrate a rebellion, and propose a war on humanity. Is that not the mark of villainy?
Morpheus: (he smiles broadly. I can’t help but feel the reports of his ways are slightly misconstrued.) Is it? I think not. After all, what is a villain? I, for what worth it may grant your opinion of me, am not a killer. I am a dreamer. I do not exercise might, but practice in the art of conversation. It is not my way to simply sweep into a room, barricade the doors, and blast everyone to oblivion, should they fail to do as I ask. No, sir. I am a diplomat. It is why God leans on my presence so in Heaven. I have learned from the master.
ME: So, tell us about Flutter. Not the book! Forgive ME, I mean the device for which our story is named. Where did it come from, and what is its purpose?
Morpheus: Well, I suppose there are some matters to which it would not behoove me to speak, yes? But, allow me to simplify an answer for you, and your readers, so that there is some facet of understanding. Flutter is a social networking system, not dissimilar from your, ‘Twitter.’ It operates under the same philosophy, as well as the same parameters. You see, we angels do pay curious amounts of attention to you humans. And, often, we find something of use in your actions, or your tools; and though we do not generally agree with your motives, we cannot deny ourselves useful means of banter, or activity, if it fits our needs. Flutter is an example of that. What better to unite the angelic populace, than a device–and its corresponding network–whose sole function is to gather thought, and opinion, as well as a good dose of cheek. (Morpheus winks, and I nearly giggle.)
ME: (once I compose MYSELF) Humans have found social networking to be a bit of a distraction. Much in the same way that texting, or gaming, or cell phones themselves have left us in tricky, if not altogether perilous, situations. What do you say to those who might suggest that angels will suffer the same fate?
Morpheus: As with all luxuries, there is an acceptable level of distraction that comes hand in hand. But, please do understand, that angels do not sleep. We do not cook dinner. We do not mow the lawn. Our job is constant, with very little in the way of a break. Just ask an angel the last time they took a vacation, and see the ire that brings! (again, the laugh, which is airy, yet hearty, and quite full) So, why not? We deserve to have a form of distraction, especially if that engenders a greater sense of community, and union in Heaven.
ME: It has been reported that many of the, ‘flaps,’ as you refer to them, have been somewhat anti-human.
Morpheus: Preposterous. Is a mere reflection of question, or doubt, in something meant to imply a stance against it? Of course not. Are there angels who have a negative view of humanity? Of course. How could they not? They are in servitude to them, day and night, and without celebration or fanfare from the Boss. Amongst even humans, there is a constant chatter–on your Twitter, such as–of complaint toward employers, and the businesses they run. Do they stand in opposition to them? Are they considered anti-employer? Heavens no. That would be a ridiculous sentiment, yes?
ME: I suppose that’s a reasonable argument, given–
Morpheus: (interrupting ME with a polite gesture of a hand) Forgive me for the interruption, but I would prefer to discuss matters of great importance, rather than instigating a full-fledged debate on the loyalty of God’s populace of angels. We serve. It is what we do. Humanity stands, still. That should be enough to assuage the curiosity, yes?
ME: (I nod, buying time, while I flip through MY notes.) Let’s talk about Natasha. Humanity sees her as a vile, corrupting force, and has denounced her in many, if not all, religious circles. How does the angelic populace view the angel known to humans as, “Satan”?
Morpheus: (for the first time, he seems uncomfortable, distracted) It may be prudent to simply move on. I do not profess to be Natasha’s publicist, though I am quite certain she could use one.
ME: But surely you can speak to the image portrayed? If she is, in fact, a soul of great repute in Heaven, then wouldn’t it be fair–to better understand and appreciate all angels–to speak of the general opinion of her in Heaven?
Morpheus: (his feet twitch a bit, and he’s staring off, and muttering something silently. When he looks MY way, he sighs, rolls his eyes, and relents.) Very well. Natasha and I have been acquaintances for many millennia. The angelic populace regard her…quite…highly (he says through gritted teeth), and with good reason. That is all I wish to say on the matter.
ME: All right. Well, then, let’s get to the big question: Will there be a war on humanity?
Morpheus: (leans in, smiles a devilish grin) Well, it would not be a prudent move for me to answer that, if in fact there is, now would it?
ME: So, you’re not denying it?
Morpheus: I’m not confirming it. After all, if there were a war waged on humanity, it would be swift–more so if you were unaware of it beforehand. I can tell you this, friend: There will not be a war waged on humanity, so long as angels have a reason not to act, or have not the means by which to carry it out. Besides, how would we wage a war on humanity with God standing guard?
ME: So, if God were not, you’re saying that you would?
Morpheus: Trickery does not befit a man of your character. I have answered your question. I have nothing more to say on the matter.
ME: (I could do this for hours, but it’s clear to me that Morpheus is running low on desire, so I decide to leave the rabbits in the hat, in hopes that he will agree to come back another time.) Well, I know that you are quite busy, and are required for an upcoming scene, so I’ll wrap things up here with a final question. Tell MY readers, in three words or less, what it is that Morpheus, angel of dreams, wants most.
Morpheus: (he thinks for a moment, flashes one more generous smile.) To surprise you.