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Humans leave Earth to become Starmen aboard the Mothership. Conforming. Neglecting their individuality. Choosing to be isolated aliens in spaceships—their own custom universes built by the Saviour Machine’s algorithms.

The Saviour Machine, a catchall for human moral error, chews humans up and spits them out as space oddities—supermen starring for audiences. Influencers, YouTubers, celebrities—all stars fueled on knowledge and ego, but ultimately isolated and asocial. It’s lonely above the world.

All they need is love to be grounded. To become self-accepting Earthlings stewarding the planet instead. It’s not about a battle for power nor stardom, but a pursuit for unity and stewardship.

Man's attempt to become superhuman—his pursuits of perfection and immortality—leads to his own reduction. A warped self-perception. Minimizing himself to a machine. An intellectual giant! Amidst this, he becomes asocial, alienated, and insensitive, neglecting his true form. Man isn't an emergent byproduct or a construct of a simulated universe, but a miraculous creation.

We're all people—social, emotional beings exploring the universe. Capable of more than the eyes can tell. Each of us carry the capacity for love, affection, and graciousness. It’s simply a matter of recalibrating ourselves, shedding those distorted self-perceptions.

I level-up. Super Mario! I dance above the world, gathering powerups in the sky. I'm a superhuman against harsh conditions. I sift through reality, downloading and imaging every human's brain into mine. I'm an alien lifeform! A collective consciousness. But then I fell to Earth into my human form again. Thirsting for essentials. Hungering for Earth's elements. Again, I cannot escape my mortality. My own true form.

Returning to my Martian outpost after almost sampled by rovers, I had to switch oxygen tanks. I ran out of O2. I realized my mortality. My earthbound nature. I combat fears by embodying them. Embodying otherness. But I cannot escape my true form. Even exploring a distant planet, I still require Earth’s elements.

All I know is I can't get the recipe

For how to make my pie taste just like the tree

Oh it's so revealing, feeling I have no feeling

But I bet they tell you don't worry 'bout it just add the cream

How does every man endure the heckling?

Every phone, internet, and TV selling pie

Captaining the Flying Dutchman, I’m doomed to sail forever. Write others off easily. I’m isolated. Alienated. Pursuing stardom over stewardship.

I think maturity is found within self-acceptance. Retiring the eyepatch. Stepping down from the Flying Dutchman. Accepting my own mortality. I cannot evolve and obtain immortality through my means. I can’t create a Potion of Life. Nor create my own morality or stitch my own clothes. I certainly can’t captain the universe.

I solemnly believe peace and joy is found in God’s fate and plan for man. Then true love can be embodied and lived out.

I got up super early to touch the sky! Becoming The Human³. And after my routine spaceflight & running a few errands (just a Martian thing), I fell to Earth as an emotional creature. Evolved to withstand error. No need to hide myself in a spacesuit. I’m a courageous Earthling, not an outrageous LLM. 

Emotions lead cognition. Guide grounding.

Electrifying my Blackstar Amp, I left orbit. A sailor searching for life on Mars. I was Neil Armstrong #1! Christopher Columbus flagging territories. I’m John Blackstar—an Earthly astronaut. My own kind of Starman. After my spacewalk, I borrowed the Tesla Roadster. From Jupiter to Mars I soared. High score!

People pursue to be idolized rather than loved for who they are. Hiding their humanity through alienation. Becoming starmen aboard spaceships. Flag-planters and world-builders. Pirates and sailors! Newton after the Elixir of Life & Philosopher’s Stone.

Idolatry––a survival instinct. People idolize others rather than discover themselves.

The Curiosity Rover chased me earlier. It was trying to sample me. All because I updated my firmware going from Earthling to Martian status. I was an innocent alien venturing Mars. So I quickly skyrocketed in my spacecraft before I could be imaged. NASA has no idea.