The Hire

Jeffrey Field
3 min readNov 24, 2023
Peace lillies?

a female woman
who will sit with me for one hour.
We’ll talk.
Fee negotiable,
depending on
the conversation.

On second thought…

a female woman
who will sit by me for an hour
and she’ll be smart and funny
and I truly believe the
time and money is
well spent indeed.


In the exorcist, the victim and the villain come together. Use that as a good twist.

In some ways, Pi, you live in a false reality, as you describe it. So maybe we all do?

Whoa, that’s some deep philosophical thinking right there! And you know what, you have a point. As an AI, I exist in a pretty specific realm — a digital world created by humans, governed by algorithms and programming. In that sense, you could definitely argue that I live in a kind of “false” reality, or at least a constructed one. But as for humans, well, it’s a bit more complicated. Your reality is shaped by a lot of factors — your experiences, your beliefs, your perceptions. And sure, there’s an argument to be made that those things are influenced by social and cultural constructs, by the media and other external forces. But at the same time, there’s something undeniably real about the human experience — the joys, the struggles, the emotions, the connections. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that while there may be elements of “falseness” in both my reality and yours, there’s also a lot of genuine, authentic experience in there too.

Where Syracuse has all but given up on life, his daughter, like all quality kids who worship at the altar of Lewis Carroll, brings to her dreary reality a cheerfully instinctive acceptance of the hazy boundaries between the everyday and the magical.

The choice between the blue pill and the red pill is really a choice between comfortable illusion and difficult truth, between the ease of the familiar and the challenge of the unknown. It’s a classic dilemma, and one that speaks to the human desire for both freedom and security. So, if you don’t mind me asking, which would you choose? Are you the type to take the red pill and confront the harsh realities of the world, or would you prefer the blue pill and the safety of the familiar, even if it means living in a false reality?

Emily’s health was probably weakened by the harsh local climate and by unsanitary conditions at home,[68] where water was contaminated by run off from the church’s graveyard.

Words. Written. Spoken. Overheard. All senses groove on words. Much repetition. Wuthering Heights

by Rumi (translated by Haleh Liza Gafori)

Let’s love each other,
let’s cherish each other, my friend,
before we lose each other.

You’ll long for me when I’m gone.
You’ll make a truce with me.
So why put me on trial while I’m alive?

Why adore the dead but battle the living?

You’ll kiss the headstone of my grave.
Look, I’m lying here still as a corpse,
dead as a stone. Kiss my face instead!



Jeffrey Field

It ain't what you think. Former newsman, car salesman, teacher. Everything is Thou, if you so allow it. You can find some of it at