Dave The Penguin
Authors: Nick Sambrook
Tags: #evolution, #enlightenment, #kundalini, #conciousness, #collective conciousness, #collective evolution, #collective mind, #cosmic conciousness, #collective thought, #spiritual enightenment
Dave The Penguin
By
Nick
Sambrook
www.davethepenguin.com
Copyright © 2014 Nick
Sambrook
Published 2014
All characters, incidents,
and dialogues are fictional and not to be construed as real. Any
resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely
coincidental.
The right of Nick Sambrook
to be identified as the author has been asserted by him in
accordance with the Copyright and Patents Act 1988
All rights reserved. With
the exception of excerpts for preview purposes, no part of this
book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,
electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by
any information storage or retrieval system.
ISBN: 0992889852
ISBN-13:
978-0992889852
First Edition
CONTENTS
Chapter 4 Something Fluffy This Way
Comes
Chapter 6 Dave Down the Rabbit
Hole
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to
Genevieve, Charlie, and Daniel
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
With love and thanks to Jan for the creation of
this book, and
Bob Hardy for his inspirational thoughts and
encouragement.
Dave was a penguin, not just an ordinary
penguin. He was an emperor penguin, and a smart one at that.
He had his evolutionary niche well sorted,
and he lived his life on the edge. He was as much of a hermit as
you could get, out here in the most remote and extreme part of the
Antarctic.
Here it was as far South as it was possible
to go, and it wasn’t too much of a walk to the sea for the ‘lads’
fishing trips.
He obviously had all his mates around him,
which was good, especially when the weather got a bit much.
He had his ‘patch’, with his eco-friendly
footprints on it, a nice warm coat, a full fish stomach, which he
was very proud of, and a responsible job, that of looking after
‘the egg’.
When his wife eventually came back, after
her several month long hen night party and daytime ‘ladies lunches’
with the girls, she would always nag him.
“Dave, you can’t just stand around all day.
Dave, why don’t you do this? Dave, why don’t you do that? Dave
this, Dave that.”
Years ago it always used to be an exciting
time, noisy, busy, but fun.
Now though, he didn’t look forward to her
coming home at all. It just wasn’t the same as the good old
days.
Dave was quite happy though, generally he
liked his life, it had always been the same, and every day was just
like the next. It was very consistent here, he liked things the
same, he liked routine.
It would be, sleep, wake up, think about
fish, shuffle, check the egg, and defend it from predators. Which
of course there were very few of here - no troublesome snakes,
lizards or annoying seagulls to worry about here. Oh No…
Over and over, day after day it was very
nice and samey.
He didn’t like change, it was
‘uncomfortable’, ‘worrying’, ‘unsettling’ and ‘irritating’.
One year however that all changed.
His wife arrived back one day with all the
other girls, back from their long annual party. He greeted her with
his usual shuffle and raised beak, and she did the same but it
didn’t last very long. There was something different about her, and
she looked like she had something on her mind.
Then before he had a chance to ask her how
she was - which would probably have been sometime over the next few
days - she interrupted him.
“Dave…” she said “Look, we need to talk. I’m
not happy. I’m bored. I’ve been thinking about this for some time
now, and I think we should have a trial separation, just for a
while.”
Dave shuffled nervously but didn’t say
anything.
“Being away…” She went on “It’s made me
realise that life just isn’t the same any more. Well to be honest
with you Dave, I’ve changed, and I think we are now just two
different penguins you and I. We have become too different from
each other now and we want different things. You just don’t seem to
understand me anymore. You just don’t look at me like you used to,
or fancy me, and well you just aren’t the same penguin that I
married.”
Dave looked down.
He looked at the same patch of snow that he
had stood on all his life, at the same feet he had always had, the
same markings, the same body shape.
He looked up and around, the mountains, the
sky, the glacier, they all looked the same too.
He then tried to think of anything else that
may have changed. The things he talked about, his limited
vocabulary, his routines. He thought about his views on life, his
habits, what he did.
No, they were all the same too.
Even his mates, they hadn’t changed
either.
He got on well with his mates, who were
conveniently all called Dave too, which made it so much easier and
uncomplicated organising the blokes fishing trips. It also meant he
didn’t have to think when doing the customary ‘Dave’ nodded
greetings on the way back to his patch again.
“Look Dave…” she went on interrupting his
thoughts “It’s just that I have met someone else, and well, he
makes me happy. He is just like how you used to be, funny,
interesting, warm, considerate, passionate, strong, caring.
I just need that at this stage of my life. I
just need that bit of excitement again. Honestly you would really
like him if you met him.”
Dave didn’t think he would, but she went on
to describe him in more detail anyway, and curiously he sounded
just like how Dave thought of himself. In fact, aside from the
situation, he would probably have made a good mate to Dave,
considering.
He kept looking down and shuffled his feet a
bit more.
“It’s just that I don’t seem to matter to
you any more, Dave. Even your friends just know me as ‘Dave’s
wife’. Sometimes I wonder if you even know who I am any more, or
care, or even if you remember my name?”
Dave froze, and stopped shuffling.
“Or even if you can remember your own name
some days, Dave” she went on.
He started shuffling again. He knew he
didn’t have a very good memory, but he was fairly sure he would
always be OK on that particular one.
“It’s just that you never seem to do
anything, you just stand around all day. Why don’t you invent or
build something? Say to protect us from the wind and the cold?
Also, I don’t feel safe anymore, Dave, I am really worried about
polar bears.”
She carried on talking, but he didn’t hear
anything else, he could only cope with a few things in his mind at
once. Certain things would take priority, and he was now just
thinking about polar bears.
Now Dave had heard about polar bears, he
wasn’t sure what they were, but he imagined they were large,
probably bigger than the glacier, with teeth like a shark. They
probably had claws even bigger than his, and dark green scales.
He was good at imagining.
Dave started to become scared, he thought
about what he would have to do, how he would get all his mates
together.
He was worried now, what would they do? He
was sure he would recognise one if he saw it. It made him shiver,
which was odd because it wasn’t even cold.
He always seemed to think of lots of
confusing things when his wife was around. He shuffled some more,
his eyes going back and forth looking at the footprints in front of
him trying to work it all out, trying to solve the problem….
“
DAVID !
” she shouted. He jumped, and
looked up at her.
“You aren’t listening to me again,
David!”
“It’s OK, It’s OK” said Dave, startled “Err
yes, I understand, it’s fine, it’s fine.”
“You do?” his wife exclaimed, taken aback.
Her face then started to smile around her beak, and she nodded up
and down excitedly.
“That’s so wonderful, I was so worried you
would be cross and upset.”
“No,’ said Dave “it’s fine. I understand
everything. OK bye then…” he said blankly.
There was a long pause.
His wife’s expression would have changed if
she wasn’t a penguin.
“Well…” she said “I have to say you are
being very grown up about all of this. I was expecting you to be
angry, begging me to stay, and telling me how you will change, and
try to make it all work.”
“No” said Dave. “It’s fine, it’s simple. As
you say, you have changed, you want different things in life, you
want me to be something else, to change too, but also to be the
same penguin that you first met. You are not happy, even though I
am, and you want me to be happy being someone different.”
“Well…” said his wife confused “Well err,
yes, I suppose that’s all true…” she said. “I have to say Dave that
I am really surprised. I thought you would be really angry and
upset. My friends, when I told them what I was going to do, said
that I should just do it anyway, and go off without telling you.
However I didn’t want to just do that, I didn’t think it was right.
They have been trying to get me to do this for ages.”
“That’s strange,” said Dave “three of them
came and said ‘Hello’ a few hours before you arrived back and they
didn’t say anything. In fact they seemed quite pleased to see
me.”
His wife looked even more confused, and a
few creases appeared on her forehead.
“So,” said Dave “the only thing that has
changed here - and the only thing that isn’t happy - is you. You
are in effect a modifying chaotic variable force, an agent
provocateur, trying to invoke motion on a controlling static mass
in equilibrium, in an attempt to effect evolutionary change in the
mind of a collective macro-organism.”
There was another very long pause, and his
wife looked at him suspiciously.
“Have you been watching those natural
history documentaries again Dave?” She asked him accusingly, with
her eyes narrowed.
“No, it’s much more complex than that. I am
actually a male program life form in a minimally effectible device,
projected by my mind which is a static evolutionary harmonized
bubble, that has decided that paradise is just life without change.
I am several thousand years old. I am Dave of the clan Dave, and I
am immortal. So I do not want to change, and I am very happy with
things as they are.”
His wife just stood there with her beak
open, unable to say anything.
“We have also perfected the cloning process
too” he went on, “and are able to reproduce female penguins so they
are the exact copy of the originals with no latency errors. Do you
see that penguin over there? The one walking this way? She is a
clone of you, and has been programmed to be my next wife.”
His wife immediately turned around to look,
and she saw to her horror a young female penguin who was exactly
the same as she had been twenty years earlier.
Exactly, with all the attitude, energy,
looks and confidence that she once had.
“This process…” continued Dave “happens
every twenty years just to remind me of all the effort I am saving.
All the work, energy, thinking and change, to aid in the evolution
and learning of the collective consciousness mind thing. It’s also
necessary as even though I would be perfectly happy with you as you
are for eternity, you are the one that is made to change by
external collective forces, and there is nothing we can do about
that, it’s just part of nature. It’s what you are driven to do. But
please don’t worry about me, honestly I will be fine.”
There was another long pause, and his
horrified wife looked at him in shock.
“I can’t believe you are doing this to me…”
she said “after all we have been through.”
“I haven’t done anything” said Dave, “I
haven’t changed, I am exactly the same, and I have been for many
thousands of years. Besides I thought you were the one that wanted
to leave? I was just making you feel better about it. Honestly go,
I will be fine with the new keener, younger, energetic you. I am
sure she can do all the same things you used to do for me, and I am
sure she will carry on looking after me. Don’t even think twice
about it.”