U, the undefined creature is alive.
One day, U, the undefined creature, decided to do something for a change. Something quite clear, objective, out of whatever undefined place and world U lived in. It obviously wasn't easy, because for U, making a decision was fully against what U was, it meant breaking the infinite role of possibilities that could always be seen by U and reducing them to a much more predictable, finite, range of outcomes. In other orders, it meant transforming U's paradise in hell.
However, for some reason, on that day, U's undefined nature and undefined world were sort of calling out for definition. For something much less overwhelming. As if finite, for a change, could actually be attractive, sexual, bright. Not that U knew or felt anything like that - for U did not have any gender and had never tasted or experienced anything that could be defined. He was, by nature, a creature of undefinition, that would always experience the infinity of feelings, thoughts and outcomes that were available at any given time.
Put it in other words: U was a nightmare for all the readers that love the excruciating details (at all levels) about characters that some writers love to give. There were no details about U, no description, as U had and didn't have hair, it had all the colours and no colour at all. U had and didn't have eyes and they were 0 to infinity. They would even be ears and noses and skin and thoughts and smiles and tears. U was everything and nothing at all. At the same time. And if U ever had to face critics and questions about what U was the answers would be simple and they would complex, for U would give an infinite range of answers, possibilities, reasons and counter-arguments for why U was the way U was and why other living and non-living creatures had nothing to do with it anyway.
