The System

Chapter 10

Recap: But then the lights went out. It was late. What I imagined was probably a side effect of stress about Bobby's death.

Because, honestly, after that conversation with Kinate, I just thought,

'How bad could he really be?'
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Since Monday was an off day, I just hung around the library. It was Bobby's favourite place when we were young. I absolutely love it. It is made in such a way, that it looks as if it is from the early 20th century. It's beautiful, make with wood like material, and it has pretty hanging lights. I guess maybe she chose revival because she wanted to know what happened. I walk past the new books, which are made from our paper. No longer made from trees, the paper we use now is actually made from a synthetic fibre. That's why we can use it so much. No deforestation anymore. All these books are written by current artisans, mostly about the past. Then we move on to the next section, which have old stories re-printed. Here we have other stories, mostly fiction. It's funny to see how people think the future would have turned out. Flying cars, teleportation- pretty good ideas, but impractical. Although some predictions have come true. Not many, but some.

More stories. For kids, teenagers, adults, everyone. most of them which were best selling in the 20th and 21st centuries. Then age old classics, written so long ago, that time has worn them out. But they are alive. Still alive. Still known by everyone.

Eternal legends.

Legends like William Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, and so on. Their writing, having survived hundreds of years, is still alive in the hearts of the human race.

Alive.

Still alive.

It is at this point I stop. Picking up an ancient story, I sit in a comfortable armchair and begin to read. Tales unfold, as the characters come to life. It's exhilarating, to read, to imagine something so surreal. To live a life of someone else, to escape from your own.

People of the past talked about teleportation. Little did they know that they already had portals - their minds; their imaginations being doorways into worlds of magic and wonder. Into worlds where the impossible was possible. Into worlds where they felt accepted, happy, and free. Into worlds where they felt alive. Into worlds where reality was not accepted, and the only powers that prevailed was magic, love, and the sense of home.

I was lost in my own thoughts after reading so much. Bobby would have pulled me deeper into the library, asking me to choose a book to read. My heart ached when I thought of her. What did she discover? Why should I not trust Kinate? Who was the man with blonde hair and charcoal black eyes? What did she do to deserve to die?

All these questions remain unanswered for now. But I really hope I'll be able to find the answers one day.

Hope.

It's the only thing that keeps you alive at times. But the second it dries up, you die. You can't live without hope. In a desert of problems, opposition, and hatred, hope is like water, to quench your thirst for love. If you have hope, you stay alive.

'Just like the writers?'

Just like the writers.

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I left the library. I couldn't bear to stay there, too many things the reminded me. I needed to get away, talk to someone, or do something. I'm kinda annoyed that Kinate gave me the day off, I want something to work on. I head in to a small shop, in which you can work on computers. Plugging my pod in, I decide to work on my previous project for a while.