Near The Truth

Chapter 30- The New Life

It was a rainy day. The sky was sad. Everything was sad . . . A lot of people were gathered for Jenny's burial. She was being buried next to Marc. Relatives, colleagues, Greg, Jack, Brian and his wife . . . they were all there. Too much sorrow, it happened only 2 weeks after Marc died. Brian whispered wistfully to his wife.

"They were such a nice couple. Science destroyed everything."

Jack was smoking his usual cigarette while staring at Jenny's coffin and remembering the time when he first became friends with her and Marc.

"I was alone. I wonder why did fate tied me up, with this people 7 years older than me. Firstly I met Jenny. She was at a party in the club that I knew well. I used to go to those parties every weekend. I was 18. Afraid from my own future, I had no other way. I was totally drunk. I remember that she left her friends and helped me. She drove me at my house. Jenny, 25 years at that time made sure I was feeling good in my house. When I woke up the other day I started feeling for her, but obviously she was not interested. She introduced me to her future husband. Marc was the same since then. He was serious and always deep in thoughts. As time passed, I became their friend. Marc made sure I finished my university and welcomed me at his new project. It was a dream for me. Too bad that he died so fast from the same dream we have . . . I am the same like before now . . . alone."

Greg looked very bad. His expensive black clothes couldn't pass well with the sadness in his face. He was thinking too much.

"Jenny, I am very sorry for what happened. You chose your love instead of your life. You were so dedicated . . . And Marc . . . even though I spoke to you 2 weeks before, I will think those things again. You were like the son I never had. I was so busy earning money and looking only at myself, but you were different from the others. The passion for dreams that burned inside you was so visible. I helped you, I did as much as I could. I kept the promise Marc, I never told your past life to anyone. I never told the things you have done after your mother died. I never told anyone that I stopped you from killing that rich man, who you wanted to steal money from. I gave you my money, you made me realize they don't worth that much. And one thing . . . I hope you have found "The Truth" you sought."

. . .

Anton was living his new life with big gaps in his memory. He lives without the fact that his life changed so much, because he knew The Truth. Without the fact that he knew who was behind every experiment. Without the fact that he was the chosen one.

. . .

I am 36 years old now. I feel like everything has changed since 6 years ago. I can't remember anything before Scarlett's death. I really thought I would have ended up alone in total sadness. It's hard to keep her out of my mind even after 6 years. The world is at peace now. People are coming back to their houses. There are no more machine soldiers. The Alliance changed to a Parliament of all countries. The world is hosting only one million people, but the rhythm of reconstruction is very fast. They say space tourism will also be possible 3 years from today. None knows what will happen this years, but people are optimistic. Ashley and Allan live in a big house near the sea, in Miami. Giuseppe turned to his supposed homeland, Italy and is very happy there. Before they left, they explained to me everything . . . how Derek put me inside an illusion and then how I killed him using my 3-dimensional body, Marc, who died 2 weeks after the experiment. They say we all were 4-dimensional and we had superpowers. I don't know if I should believe that. I haven't seen any specialty from them, but they say they can't use them since Damian died. I don't remember how I killed him. Strangely, I don't feel bad after the death of so many people. I don't like this fact. Anyways, I am starting a new project on "High-speed space travel" to help mankind. I am living with my wife, Jenny, who loves me too much, but I am just too cold to express anything. I don't know how I got this way. We have a child since 5 years ago. She tells me our boy is from the time we lived as 3-dimensional bodies and we had a different life. Ashley and Allan tells me Jenny could only give birth to the child if she was 3-dimensional. A thing that was not possible, before Damian's death . . . It's so hard to keep my mind away from Scarlett . . . I need to take care of our son, Marc. Jenny put that name, because she says it remembers to her the old times. It seems my name was Marc in that other world. I am also writing a sci-fi book for my son. It starts like this:

"A no named boy was walking in the surface of Planet 33 for the first time. He was not used to walk in that strange environment, different from every planet he had been before. He could not see his friends there. He wanted to play . . ."

I will write how things may look in Marc's eyes if we traveled in another planet. I will name it "Near the Truth", because it will look like Marc is searching something and because Jenny always tells me that I also searched "The Truth of Science". She tells me I managed to get what I wanted, but I somehow forgot it. This 6 years have gone very fast. I don't know if I should still feel bad about Scarlett's death. I think . . . I just need to move forward in my new life.

Anton, Earth, Princeton, 25.08.2041

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