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Logos had stayed three hours in a sedan. He was exhausted enough to fall asleep but the tangerine coloured celestial hemisphere won't allow him. The sunlight transformed colours into warm versions of themselves.

"The sunrise, It's brilliant."

Seiv who was seated next to him didn't see anything romantic in the sunlight. "you're easily impressed." having bottled up vexation he saw the opportunity to explode. "Why did you make us leave with this obsolete vehicle? How did you get petrol? Why wasn't it sufficient to get us to Beulah?. He stared at the orange sky like it would feed him more questions to ask.

He was still gaping at the sunrise when he said: "It's brilliant." again knowing it would irritate him more.

"you confuse me."

"I long to go back to 2017"

"Why?"

"To live it again." he said with his sweetest voice

"I know the 'Bi-eleven-hundred-one-ten' virus took everything away from us," he paused. "But why 2017? you can just go back to last year and make sure the gene modifying app never gets to the public."
"You cannot change destiny, somethings are just inescapable."
"If that is your belief then why want to go back?"

He smiled with half of his face. "You don't get it. I want to relive one luminous, infinite moment. Just one thing can enliven that moment again." he rubbed the dashboard with his left thumb. "If you asked for a list of things I'd want from the past I'd mention her over and over."

"One girl." he paused. "Logos?"

"Betty."

"Was she your girlfriend?"

"She was," He stroked his eyebrow, "The brightest girl I'd ever met. Fifteen years has gone by and I'm inclined to say likely ever to meet again."

"where'd you meet her?"

"At the... at the university. In the first quarter of 2017, the roads of the city were energetic- cars would've been buzzing back and forth on this bridge. The buildings were lower. The president was a human. Technology was still in the process of robbing us of our focus and privacy. We weren't scared to use smartphones. Cars hadn't deprived birds of their freedom to fly. Love was luring the juvenile and affectionate and I was one of them."
I wanted to become a comic artist but I gave up on that dream. With the professor gesticulating ungracefully at the chalkboard. I planned to listen reckfully to philosopher and would've were it not for the radiant little lady I made eye contact with. Named Betty."

"Is she still alive?"

"I heard she relocated to the moon."

"The virus won't get to them," He hung his head low. "Its more difficult to access the internet, GPS..."

"Seiv," He muttered as he scratched his nape. "You interrupted me."
He continued: "she elegantly blinked her lovely jet black eyes. I stared back at her shapely features. Her eyes reminded me of something I was unable to recall. She raised a thin scanty eyebrow as her apathetic stare transmogrified into an icy look. She turned away as the professor came back into focus, leaving me confused."