Meeseeks enter the world without their consent. Their existence from birth is painful. The longer they exist the more tormenting their existence. Yet it is their involuntary essence and joy that is proud of purposeful life.
The question of Rick’s device as ethical is debatable. Bringing beings into the world involuntarily. Knowing full well of their painful existence. Happy to do the task but there is a limit to that pride and joy. Morally speaking choosing to must be met with an obvious task that can void the pain that is sure to come. An inquiry that connotes a dilemma dealing with unasked premeditated action. The effect on the other is burdensome. Their existence while helpful and joyous is met quickly with resentment and haste. Wishing to do whatever it is to die quickly. The pain of existence is overbearing, demoralising the conscience and depraving the amplifying guilt.
The desire to be cool or ace a math test. Well meeseeks can help with that. Just birth them free of charge. It’s the mission to serve so don’t worry about their instability. Just focus on the prize. Focus on their enthusiasm. It is alright their completion says everything needed to know. They are happy to help. Completing their mission is their entirety of existence. Their joy to assist complicates the ethical dilemma. If they are happy what could be wrong. If they were unhappy the creator could undo his creation. The creation jumps at his creator’s feet. Ecstatic to assist in any endeavour. A noble effort for those entrusted with the art of mission statement. A soldier till the end unaware of the impending danger. Recycled for their own grand utility.
Meeseeks are aware of the eventual disaster if they cannot fulfil their task. The pain of failure. The pain of elongated neurosis. It has the prideful beginning that lends to a dangerous future. They know the consequences of their inadequacy but arrogantly believe they can fulfil any task. They are experts in task completion. It is not a talent but a program. A life source to excel. They can’t but succeed. The dread of failure is symptomatic of their own futility. It is unheard of. Calling other meeseeks for help is an inspirational call for the more nuanced cases. The joy of help turns dire. Dissolving into fear and trembling before the never ending burden. They cannot leave their post. They must fulfil their task. This is not a construct but an embedded matrix. It is their calling and their DNA. Their mental fortitude cannot handle override. Outside of assisting is oblivion.
A consultant eager to assist the client. They are consultants before beings. Their job outweighs their feelings. Jubilance empowers the work. A sensation of the pre-modelled network. Their existence is tied to their mission. They cannot but do their job. Bound to the job intensifies the quickest motif of silent relation. Spawned to perfect an imperfect cause. That is the totality of their being. They belong to the spawner. Indebted to his will. He wishes for their help and they reciprocate. He gave them life. He brought them into existence. A trivial expression of the spawner. Simply pressing a button to summon them. To introduce them to existence. Yet at the moment they are bound to the spawner. They do his bidding not anyone else’s. An invisible rope links the two until the task is complete.
Meeseeks are enslaved to the spawner’s wishes. Completing their apprenticeship is jolly affirmation. A dubious task conceived for absolute obedience. A god amongst men. The masterful command is a brief inquiry of the excellent crafter. The spawner is ignorant and impotent. He needs the meeseeks to reach his goal. He needs a sidekick to elevate his prestige. Meeseeks take no pride no honour in their work. Their work is their life and that is sufficient for their serene death. The spawner is inadequate and relies on craft excellence to boast his image. He takes all the credit. His helper hides behind the scenes. Does not regret nor retract his duty. No ulterior motive. True servitude for the sake of the result. Though the ego masterfully imbues itself in prideful exaggeration. The spawner is lucky. He has a superpower. He employs his secret weapon for his advantage. He has an ultimate butler. The butler honest and humble. It is all for the sake of the spawner. Yet he shows little respect in retrospect. Taking it all for granted.
Do the desires of the spawner concern with the meeseek’s wishes? Is there jolly existence to be abused? Their existence hinged on belonging to the spawner’s magic trick. They are under the spell and cannot escape. Once the task has been claimed it cannot be revoked. The spawner has trapped himself and the meeseek in an endless game. Once the game of Zathura has begun there is no stopping until the game has ended. Until Zathura is reached. Winning is the way to reverse all the potential wrongdoing occurring. A metaphysical bond cultivated in the absence of realistic objections. Backing out is a no go. The meeseek cannot die until the task has been completed. The dread of living beyond purpose is destructive and disorienting. He will live forever gnawing at each moment. A painful endeavour decided by the spawner’s change of heart. Making a decision and then backing out when he has faulted. Unwilling to see the task through.
The spawner’s decision has horrid repercussions on the meeseeks. He is immortal. Unable to ever die. Seemingly an amazing power. Yet a painful one. An enduring destiny of distraught haunting the being. His being is bound to his essence. No Sartrean preaching will change his DNA. He is built to serve his goal. A goal that must be completed to cease. A desire to die. To end the torment. To feel accomplished. The inability to cease is a failure. A failure of existence. A faulty mechanic unable to return to his origin. Unable to end the cycle. Forced to wander for the rest of eternity. A death blow to the fated oblivion. Void of any possible accumulation. Void of any maturity. Concentrating on the mission statement until the mission has been voided. A monolithic perspective on living. There is no other way to live. Bred to complete. Without is slighted and underachieved
As long as the spawner lives without the task complete meeseeks persist. Their immortality is depended on the spawner’s life force. They are bound together. If the spawner dies so does the meeseeks. Alive as long as the spawner can still fulfil his goal. Once the spawner passes on so does his task. An impossible possibility is cancelled out. One way to bring peace to his gruesome existence. Lay low and endure. All due to some selfish arrogance. A blemished aspiration. An experiment gone awry. Abandoning to save face and start over. Yet the meeseek remains alone and pained. No love and no concern. To avoid such pain there is a way out. Murder the spawner. A quasi-oedipal complex. Murder the spawner to marry death. Find peace in the spawner’s erasure. The pride of the father is diminished with his death. The son can finally take his place in peace. Wishing for death unforgiven in the lack of resilience and persistence. Betraying the son orphaning him to live alone and incinerate his belonging.
His being must become something else. He must split his essence from his existence. No matter his connection to the spawner will remain. There is no way of erasing the ontological link. It is embedded in the DNA. It is a conditional link. One that hinges on commitment. Once that commitment is completed or nullified death arrives. A beautiful cycle of life. The neurosis stalks the elongated irregularity. Ready to die but unable to go. Days pass and the stress deepens. Depressions haunts the irreversible. A mistake born of pride and killed with zeal. Until acceptance reaches its highest point, meeseeks suffer. A struggling past for an unprovoked assistant.
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