Mr. K

by NULL

"You have the wisdom to say brilliant thoughts to everyone, it is like having a mind that covers all aspect of life."

said Mr.K.

"Most of the time I think that I am no one to compare to you, even though I do help from time to time. Thank you for giving me that chance to be a part of your dream to become the wisest man on Earth."

Mr. K added.

Mr. K sigh deeply as no one could hear him. He is just merely a tool. A keyboard, and the one using him is a warrior. A warrior in the cyber world. 

Little did Mr. K know that his user is stupid, arrogant and has so much selfies that filled up most spaces in his hard drive. 

Mr. K didn't know that. 

Mr. K is never against anyone who has had a selfie. Well Mr. K is only a keyboard. He didn't understand that the complexity to capture the exclusive selfie is a form of art. Using a stick they call a 'monopod' and swing by every places to get a good one after considering the angle, lighting and the most important part is choosing the filters. That is not fake at all. Well its a form of art. Choosing one to amplify their inner beauty and to share this with the whole wide world and to have likes and comments. That is not narcissistic. It is a form of art.

Well Mr. K didn't know that.