Abstracted

III-Abstracted

Karolína Novosad- sixteen- human- female- may 7th- residence of timeline 100000012000000003000040 (cut to reserve space, view entire timeline?)

i walked towards her as we walked between the limbo that was my world and the next, the space like sky was the only color as we walked, it was so abstract as we walked the ground had gotten more and more covered in glass, glinting in all its black and white glory, when we walked far enough there was this huge mound of glass that looked like a building, there was so much powdered glass that it looked like it had snowed, i knew something bad happened, "so, you're not gonna even tell me what happened?" i looked at the her, and she stared back " you didn't ask so i didn't say," i let out a frustrated sigh. "i should have expected that, you haven't even told me your name. why should you tell me where we're going." she stared at me " you didn't ask so I did-" i let out an angry sigh. "you know what? nevermind, i'm just tired and hungry and confused" and then she did something that made me slightly hate her even more; she laughed. it was a loud, booming, confident laugh, yet it was still higher pitched. "child, i'm taking you to a utopia. of course you must be kind, you're taking a test, right now you're passing, due to your current state, anyone would have a quick temper with me, as i must admit i have a frustrating way of thinking. but hold your tongue before you start to fail, i know it must be awfully confusing to just be thrown into limbo, so please, its not safe here to chit chat, lets finishing talking at our destination."

i stared at her. "utopias don't exist" i said matter of factly, her eyes stared at me, "sure it is, i'm taking you to it right now" we both stared at each other in that abstract limbo.

" I never learned your name." i heard her let out i slightly annoyed grunt, if she were human she would probably be pinching the bridge of her nose right now,

"you're just like my demigod friend brine"

we kept walking, " what are these dangers you were talking about, that stops us from staying?" she looked over her shoulder "it's nothing of your concern human" I stared at her. "But," her head snapped back at me as i said that and she stared. "No buts, nobody knows of these dangers and you are not an exception to that so if i MAY continue to lead you to our destination," abhaya said, and I shut up, because this thing had just saved my life. As we walked farther across the shiny glass began to show up less and less and the sky became more of a intense color, almost like it was a person, watching me and her with the utmost disgust, she was humming a song in a language that seemed impossible for humans to speak. Eventually she stopped suddenly, and i almost ran into her and tripped, "what? What is happening?" Fear crept into the back of my mind, oh god, i'm gonna die! Those dangers are gonna eat me!" She must have noticed the fear in my eyes for she responded with "nothing to be afraid of dear, i stopped because i want to show you something," then with a turn of her head she beckoned me to come over, "this is the timelines"

And i saw A huge box, with a bunch of smaller ones connected to it at the bottom, almost like a upside down family tree, the all had numbers scrolling across them, and like some sort of mechanical whiz abhaya said "these are time lines, and you lived in one, uhhh, number 130... uh, 000, 45, uhhh no wait it was 1000... 67, no it was 12, no, more zeros between that, Gah! Who cares?" She looked at me warmly, and even though it was stupid, I let a smile slip back to her, "Ah, there we go, a genuine smile." My smile went away as i stared, "it's all so, Abstract."

She let out a laugh, the same booming laugh yet still high pitched, "What a coincidence, why, that's exactly what the abstracted people call it" i furrowed my brows "Abstract...Ed People?"

She let out a chuckle " yes child, you know the term extracted?" I nodded, but she explained anyways " Extracted means to remove or take out, especially by effort or force, or to obtain a substance or resource from something by a special method. Well, somebody asked about me, and somebody else described me as so "imagine a scientist extracting lead from copper to make a pencil, Shes the scientist, the pocket utopia is the empty pencil, and we are the extracted lead, the extracted people" and then everyone started calling each other 'extracted people' then it slurred over the years to be eventually "Abstracted People" then everyone started describing things as 'abstract this' and 'abstract that' 'till the word abstract became a very important word in our utopia, so, know your place" I nodded again. "Yeah, its pretty cool to run a entire world huh?" she laughed again, she probably found my ignorance funny, and that made my face grow hot with anger, "I don't run it! Well, not by myself anyways."