In Service of the Departed Geek

In remembrance of the Geek: 

Allow me to draw your attention to the untimely demise of the Geek who resided in the heart and soul of Codesmith Cipher. The Geek was born on March the 21st Two Thousand and Two on a windy spring evening. He grew up intellect hungry, did numbers for food and nourishment, and watched documentaries and FTV for entertainment. The Geek was known for his light sense of humour, which would periodically subside and rise intermittently. The Geek learned, he sailed to various lands, met interesting people, learned from them, shared his experiences once in a while. The Geek associated with more Geeks, they liked him; and he felt warm in their company. It was all good. 

And then the testing times came. The Geek saw himself heading to the City-of-Castles. There were tall castles and minars all around, and he had money to spend. The Geek was a village-boy who grew up on numbers and literature for nourishment; he knew very soon that the City-of-Castles wasn't his home. It would never satiate him. Further, the Geek's ways and sense of humour and actions were misconstrued as being stupid and were associated with imbecility. So the Geek lay low for quite sometime. But even in lying low, Mankind was unkind to him. He was continually ridiculed for his mundane ways. 

Finally, the Geek realized that the ways of the people who inhabit the City-of-Castles would not change. And that for the survival of his kind, the City-of-Castles wasn't the place at all. Now in order to make it to the City, the Geek had valiantly blazed his way across the Abyss-of-No-Return. He very well knew it wasn't in his capacity to forge a way back across it again. So the Geek decided that his presence was one that could be done without. And accordingly, he went over to the top of the Tower-of-Intellect (located in the centre of the city), talked with Godel the Lord, and offered his demise. 

The Lord inquired of him whether he had explored all plausible alternatives before he had come to the Tower-of-Intellect. The Geek heaved and puffed and said 'Yes my Lord. I am not one from these lands. I cannot go home. I intend not to be ridiculed further. Free me.' And the Lord said, 'Okay ye of little consequence, remember thy abilities, and jump off the cliff!' And the Geek loyally obeyed. 

The Geek is gone, but his ways shall remain. He leaves behind a legacy that shall be of immeasurable value to Codesmith Cipher during his proposed long stint in the City-of-Castles. Let us observe a minute-worth of silence for the soul of the departed. 

In anticipation of a resurrection,

Amen.