'Let me try to be like everyone else,' Helicopter Boy said to himself one day. And so he started to put things together, and then asked people to please find a use for them.
At first the things he put together weren't very good: stories about people who put things together and then insisted that everyone must find a use for them are a little unbelievable. His first one was about the use of mathematics that no-one understood.
'Once upon a time,' he said to a stuffed animal and a carved one, 'people put the word unbreakable together with the word encryption, and then went around telling people to find a use for them.'
'Students of mathematics, who were also programmers, saw themselves a challenge.
'"This is not unbreakable!" they cautioned, "but we've done all we can."
'Nah,' he said, 'no-one's going to believe this.'
He looked into the eyes of the wooden owl, and it pointed him to the door. Getting himself befitted for some work he rather wanted someone else to do, as he had already put the helicopter up for sale, he thought, 'let me rather be realistic and start with things that everyone knows exists, like unbreakable encryption and the internet.'
'Once upon a time,' he said to his dirty dishes, 'people said to themselves, let us put unbreakable encryption and the internet together, and tell everyone to find a use for it.'
'Nah,' he said to his stuffed dog, 'if you call something unbreakable that's just giving someone a challenge, as we saw. Let's rather say that these people talked about putting strong encryption and the internet together.'
Sensible people, before taking up a challenge, think of their pocket.
'That's it!' he said, 'the people given the challenge of putting strong encryption and the internet together, thought of their money.'
But then he thought it through, while thinking through who was going to clean up his mess; and then he wanted to shout for his own idiocy at not thinking things through. Instead he picked up his suction cleaner, without thinking through what he was going to do with it, and thought, what happens to the bag when I throw it away?
'For now,' he said to nothing in particular, 'you'll just have to get added to a dump.'
Adding some more things to a dump for the sake of using a new bag, for, though he was only a boy, he felt sure no-one was going to believe him if he said he was struggling with a logical problem and therefore chose to live inside a dump, he ran it over a mess hoping that it wouldn't pick up anything that had fallen down onto the ground, or that would damage the bag.
'Nah,' he said to his dishes again, 'you just wait your turn. Calling encryption strong is an endless challenge. People will end up spending a lot of money on it to make it stronger, which could otherwise be used to feed hungry children; let's talk about a world in which an unbreakable internet exists, and people start talking about putting the unbreakable internet together with the principle of coin.'
'On this world, it so happens,' he started writing, but then he thought he might be cribbing from someone else.
'What do I do,' thought he quietly to himself, 'with a world with unbreakable internet being put together with money, which crypto money is being used to buy presents to celebrate a block on a grid, which grid tracks the orbit of a planet?'
'Nah,' he said, warming up to the idea of calling every thought that entered his head his very own, 'let's think of a place that is both a planet and a world, in which the supreme creatures bethink themselves of putting a means of talking to each other together with computers.'
'On this world,' he said, 'worrying parents told their children to keep phonoputers on them at all times. But in certain parts of this planet-world, people were required, by an unwritten law, to keep their houses monitored, in case of intrusion, which monitoring was done by equipment which was sensitive to unknown influences, for not having been thoroughly tested. False alarms therefore were frequent. These, naturally, made use of phonoputers. But a person was required by the same unwritten law to put their next of kin as a contact in case of alarm activation.'
Imagining himself in a home instead of a helicopter, he thought, 'such a home owner, balancing on a ladder, receiving a call for a false activation, would find himself thinking about the worry of a parent were he not able to answer it.
'And therefore would put his personal safety at risk.'
'I'm glad I don't obey unwritten rules,' he said. 'But it strains my good relationship with Dad.'
Looking at his helicopter again he thought, 'what if we put a rotating wing together with...'
But he was sitting with his dogs in the sun, so the rest of his thoughts ended in a dream.