The future is bleak. There's nothing but planes and planes of wasteland. Global warming happened. They can fix it but it would set us back millions of years. The cooling process would kill most of the organisms, ya’ know. There working on a plan to re work it, somehow.
The point that sentence ends in somehow is the problem.
Our world, to yours, is like an alternate universe, twins separated at birth kinda’ thing.
. We know you can be saved. We, well, we don’t really know our fate. But it was our mess. They won’t save us this time.
All we had is gone. Trucks and cars sit idle in the streets turning to dust. Some still have cars but they are the free ones. The can drive and run and wear what they want. They are in control of their lives.
I lost that long ago.
Every day I wear white robes that button down the middle. The buttons are big and black. I’m kept in a white room and a woken at 7:00 sharp. Then at 8:00 were shot down to sleep. We mostly sit on our white beds all day. There is nothing to do, ever.
They say it’s for our protection, to protect our bodies from the outside world. The ones who are born in this sterile white world, they are the only ones who need to be kept in side all day
I was lucky I wasn’t all ways this way. I went foraging every day. All day I saw the gun battles break out on the horizon. The painted cars marked with symbols. But I also remember the ever silence, all day. It was haunting. But people wanted to arm me with a gun and dress me in coloured leathers with an ‘I don’t give a crap’ attitude. I didn’t want that then. But I would do anything for it now.
I just led a life without a gun, it was simple I ate, I slept, I walked. It wasn’t a good life for a seven year old but I was free.
I remember the day I got taken in.
They were there. I should have noticed to earlier. But I was busy harvesting a patch of roots. It was the most food I had ever seen in one go. I couldn’t run or hide. My freedom was dead, a limp, dead animal by the side of the road. I stood up a little. I needed a distance on how far away they were. They see me. Oh crap. They bend down, hands on holsters and the other hand shielding from the sun. I turn to run. I run as fast as I can. Faster! My mind screams. I know I should be running faster. But I couldn’t. The only thing I had eaten in the past three days was a single berry I had picked three seconds ago. My body was weak. I was tired and it was midday, the hottest time in the day. I remember the pain I felt as I turned from running into jogging and then to walking and then when I stopped. My mind went blank. My hand went to the knife at my belt. I thought of committing suicide and restarting my life someplace else.
That’s what most who can think believe, that when we die our elemental soul leaves your body and travels to the Nethevr world. Then once there we face ourselves in the mirror.
The mirror is an exact copy of us but it’s filled with all the things we have done with malice in your heart. And you both take swords and you have to kill or be killed. But with each stab to the other you feel it twice as bad. The pain is so excruciating it wipes your memory.
But it can also be the end of you permanently, you die in spirit, you die forever. Your body comes and goes but you will always have your spirit.
But suicide wasn’t gonna’ happen and deep down I did know that. The thrill-killers came up behind me. The weight that hangs on your whole body as you’re taken away from everything you know. I couldn’t stand. I fell to my knees. I lifted my hands above my head and passed out.
That’s all I can remember. Then I was here. In white, imprisoned and I knew that I had already taken the pill. The kids were nothing like my desert play mates. They were blank, they were an empty vase, it could have been bright with pieces of coloured plastic and pretty things from what was. But instead just there, not helping, not hindering, just there.
