In the moments we are alone,
we find only ourselves; and we look at us as we would at others. The subjective
nature of our psyche ends, we are no longer open to interpretation and
pragmatists are what we become.
As I now tread the world
looking for any other person there exists, I run a full circle and I only end
up patting my own shoulder. The apparition, which is but my own shadow, turns
around and looks upon me in horror. He runs and never comes back. Only after a
horrifying moment I realise that my own human self has left me. He is horrified
of what he has become and never wants to stay in the midst of a waking
nightmare, which he himself is. He is treading still waters, where the rot of
centuries lay decomposing and the water is atrophied; and he looks around to
notice a single carcass floating on the black water. He turns the body upside down to see his own
face.
Sometimes another being
turns around, looks you straight into the eyes and accepts you for who you are.
That happened when I laid my eyes on her. She is too beautiful to be hiding in
a desolate dust bowl we call Earth. She has jet black hair falling down to her
shoulders, a single tuft of it highlighted with blood red brushing down her
face. Her eyes were black, highlighted with crimson; her lips were bright red
and full; her cheeks were sunken a little. She wore a soot black eye shadow to
highlight those gems within her sockets. She was perfect; almost too perfect
for me to find. She told me to do certain things, and I followed, smitten with
her beauty.
What I guess is if anybody
is reading this, he/she would have already perceived what the core of the
emaciated description of these encounters and subsequent introspection is. My
mind stands to rot. My soul is virtually non-existent. What remains is my body,
cursed to roam the mortal plane as long as it exists along with her.
Everywhere, with her, and not my soul...
Well, I am not exactly
affected by this, as it is my own undoing that the human world fell. All I
wanted was noble as noble goes.
Oh hell, I presume I have
not introduced myself. My name is Dr. Erebus Tiber Bjornson, and I am what used
to be a very successful researcher on the effects of correlating momentum and
time. I won a Nobel Prize along with my partners Dr. Adam Nyx Carlson, Dr.
Kyoko Ikeda and Dr. Dhvani Vaishya. We
introduced an entirely new branch of theoretical physics, dynamic-chronology,
which would turn up to be essential in the exploration of adjacent astral
systems. It was a leap in scientific studies with the magnitude of infinity,
almost literally.
I’m sorry, I got carried
away, I should not explain such condense and complicated details to someone
whose locations might not have schools. But, it is what it is; it couldn’t be
explained more concisely.
So the substance of truth is
that we were able to accelerate time. It was a power comparable to those of
God, to leap into the future and change it, shape it with your own hands,
observe the consequences, and come back to try again. And this was the moment
where mankind fell.
We performed experiments
with time, and burned an enigma into humanity’s collective mind; looked to
never observe the past, or to learn with the present, live in the moment. Our
aims were only to conquer our curiosity regarding a basic survival instinct –
“What if?”
Nobody died anymore; we
would restore our youth with what I had created. We were born in 1999 and lived
till infinity. It’s hilarious if you ask me, about how anybody died, well they
did not, and they just got lost in the endless plane of time. Looks like the
past had finally caught on. Hence, here I am, with just a bloody notebook to
keep me company.
I survived because as
everything, infinity had a loophole. While all my fellow human beings were busy
travelling to and fro into the future, I was busy – busy aging. When the age of
humans ended, I was 56 years old. And when they got lost unto time...
...They died peacefully.
Or that’s what I want to
believe anyway, I was asleep when it happened.
It has been 50 years since
then, and I haven’t aged a single bit, in fact, I have aged down once, when I
used the technology based on my theories to turn time back, once. It was a
disaster. I came out aged 17 years old, and rendered effectively immortal. What
has happened is beyond even me, but I guess it is an incongruity at work. I
don’t even care anymore.
The time-changing events 50
years ago should have made the world a more advanced place, but they didn’t. We
still drove petrol cars, got electricity from nuclear generators, and went to
the shopping malls to buy clothes, drove to the grocery stores for our daily
needs, and so on. The Folly was a lethal trend. It was like a second life for
people, they did the grudging work daily and monotonously, but at home, they
exploited the space-time continuum. It ate away their souls, and still never
ceased to amaze them.
I have been walking around
the globe in the time since. I’ve been to London, Delhi, Moscow, and Paris, and
whatever place you can think of, except the Americas, there’s the Atlantic
between me and them. But I’ll go there someday, that was a promise to someone I
love.
So, today it is the day Tuesday,
19th of April, 2105, and my first journal entry. Trust me; it’ll not
be the last like all the others.
Right
now, I have to sleep; she is calling me to bed.
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