Carl Stanley will touchdown in beautiful, wonderful Dubai for the 2024 Save Earth Convention. Every year, the world’s most ambitious programmers travel to Dubai for a chance to be a part of Save Earth Inc., the largest nonprofit in the world. “Good luck, baby. I love you so much!” Carl’s girlfriend messages him on Kik. In the hotel lobby, Marty Stillgood, who Carl Stanley has read about online, approaches him. Carl feels like he is being approached by a celebrity, but not really. It actually sort of feels like he is seeing an old friend who he doesn’t like or know anything about.

“Carl Stanley,” Marty says, “Do you know the workers here make less than a dollar a week?”

“They deserve more,” Carl says.

“What was your app for again? Parking meters? Do you really think you are capable of achieving anything in your small, miniscule life?”

Carl talks to his girlfriend on Skype, and he wonders what it takes to get close to another human being. Carl believes that there is a system to it. If you do certain things in a certain order, there will be results. How often can you tell someone something before they feel similarly to you. When Carl Stanley is sad, his girlfriend will be sad. It doesn’t matter if they’re in different countries. Carl thinks that there are powerful frequencies that leave the body and alter the lives of others. These frequencies can cause ripples throughout the universe.

Stanley Marty is floating in the pool when Carl sneaks behind him and splashes water in his face.

“Yo! Cut it out!” says Stanley.

Carl originally helped Stanley develop an app that was able to determine if your coffee was decaf or not. Stanley is otherkin. He believes that he is, in some way, not entirely human. He prefers to be identified as a fox. Carl Stanley finds this kind of thinking to be exciting and uplifting.

“It’s nice to see you here,” Carl says.

Back at Stanley’s apartment, Carl watches him play Secondlife, an online game where you can lead a virtual life, unrestricted to reality. Carl and Stanley first met through this game.

“This is how my house looks like right now,” says Stanley.

“Not too shabby.”

“I bought these sneakers.”

“Very nice.”

The house next to Stanley’s was much bigger, and had a lot of objects in the backyard.

“Who are those guys?” Carl asks.

“Those are some furries that moved in a week ago. They’re all Russian and gay, I think.”

“What do they do?”

“They talk Russian with each other, and keep asking me to do things to my house because they think it looks ugly. I hate them. They’re really annoying. And they line the walls of their house with gay furry porn.”

Carl wanted to play Secondlife and make a Secondlife version of Dubai, and put himself and Stanley in a hotel room together. It would feel really good. Program a big city from nothing. He wondered, what if he were to just let himself be nothing, like a fox but instead of a fox it’s nothing. Carl thought about using that Facebook app, What Would I say?, that creates statuses using previous statuses you’ve made. Carl has written over 400,000 words on Facebook, and each status generated is a thought that Carl never knew he had. What if he just used that app to update his social media. Would people notice? Would the statuses get likes? They would probably notice but would they really mind?

Carl feels less grounded in reality, and this has helped him deal with his emotions. Before, Carl would only care about doing the right thing, and making sure everyone liked him. Now, very suddenly, Carl only wanted to explore ideas that he doesn’t understand, or ideas that don’t make sense.

“Stanley,” Carl says, “I’ve been thinking about something, do you want to know what the thing I’ve been thinking about is?”


“What if, your idea of a color, lets say green, what if your green is different from my green? What if my green was your red. And I would be going through my whole life thinking that my green is the right green, but in reality, it’s not the right green, it’s actually your red.”

“I don’t think I follow you, Carl.”

“Like, you see this desk? And that the desk is gold, kind of, right?”


“What if you’re really seeing the desk as blue, but for you, you’ve spent your whole life thinking that blue is gold, so you think it’s gold, but it’s really blue.”

“Oh, I get what you’re trying to say. Yeah, that’s pretty crazy.”

“Here’s a wild idea, Stanley. What if we make an app, that uses the smartphone’s camera, and detects the colors on in the crosshair, and tells you what color it is.”

It was like something clicked between their two heads. Carl knew this had something to do with their frequencies. They were completely in sync. Carl believes that it is in this frequency level, the same frequency level people experience when moving to a new city, when starting a relationship, when finishing college, when quitting (or getting fired) in their jobs, that humans are most capable to create great change in the universe. They worked all night on the app. The name came to Stanley like he had dreamt about it thousands of years ago.

“How does this sound,” he said, “ColorApp.”

Carl and Stanley revealed ColorApp to the world on the next day at the 2024 Save Earth Convention. The app confirmed Carl’s suspicions that the universe chooses colors at random. Light travels at varying speeds faster than the human brain is capable of processing, and creates an illusion that we perceive as color. It was a bright day in Dubai, and Carl and Stanley made history.

Carl thought about Stanley and a fox rubbing shoulders like an animated GIF, 128 colors repeating over and over like the Benny Hill theme song. It’s relatable in this specific way, you are here but you feel like you are there (~2m to the left) instead. Embarrassing isn’t it? Thank you for reading. I’m not just talking about my feelings here. There are definite things occurring out there, maybe too complex for Carl and Stanley to understand but that doesn’t mean they’re not out there. The proof is anywhere you want to look for it. You can’t not convince me that there is something more to my existence.

About Theo Thimo

Theo Thimo lives in Brooklyn. He has been published in Metazen, Press Board Press, Shabby Doll House, and Everyday Genius. He can also be found on Twitter and Tumblr.

  • Skub

    I’m mad because this logic is flawed. ColorApp would simply return a hex value that is always the same, and call “0000FF” “blue”, and everyone would think that this colour is “blue”, even though we may individually perceive “blue” as red or green.

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