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A Timeless Future

Will time die if we are to disappear?

This was the question Ryan found himself wondering, as he stared at the intercom. Time was not on his side. He watched, as the life domes disappeared one by one from the grid. This was no time to recall the first time he was told how efficient the Station was to the Mars atmosphere, yet that is all that came to his mind, as he awaited the inevitable. The Comity ensured the residents of the megacity that no harm could ever be brought to them, as long as they didn't bring any with them. They said that the structure of the life support system was perfect in design, more perfect than any invention that could ever be thought up by people. Ryan couldn't help but laugh, as the world around him told him to many times how wrong that assumption really was. His mind was filled with the faces that he knew, he could never see again. Although he was safe for the time being, it was quite clear to him that he would be meeting the very same fate, if he was not to act quickly. Time was ticking down.

Ryan always hated when he was forced to think about how he was going to die one day. Such ideas were so unnecessary, he had always thought, yet they never refused to disappear from his mind. However, like any other problem, he had an answer to it. That is what he made clear to everyone after all and he knew, this is what kept him ahead from others. Answers were his key to survival. Problems could not be a problem for him any longer. He could never let them influence him if he desired to stay as himself. Every thought counted.

He never understood why he hated the idea of drowning more than anything else. Somehow, the image of that torture always overshadowed any other. There were so many cruel ways for one to suffer before death had finally come around. He didn't have to find that out on his own, as life always ensured to let him know. That was even less of an exception if the world worked as it did for Ryan. Yet despite all the horrors he was tasked to study, that one idea still remained. Was it because he had seen something when he was young, that he had lost the visual of but not forgotten in feeling? It was likely he would never figure out its reason. Especially if he was to die today. Yet it wasn't that its lack of meaning or his lacklustre ability to figure out its reason, made him feel upset. It was because today could be the day he was forced to witness it in person. But unlike his bogeyman, that could only harm him if he was to approach a certain place, this monster had taken on a way different shape. A shape that could never be avoided.

We all take things for granted. Breathing air is so universal, that we don't even notice doing it most of our life's. So when taken from us, will we regret that we had lost something so precious to us? But won't it be too late by then? This reality was a certainty for everyone that was to stay for too long on this forsaken civilization. Yet the world didn't want them to leave. It wanted them to stay trapped and die. Face their own negligence, and witness for what their empty efforts were worth. However, Ryan knew it was ignorant to blame existence for the fate all the remaining of humankind was now to face. Truly, the only ones that were at fault were their own selves. They were the ones who wanted to end it for each other. Their answers were simply now being answered for them. Their deeds had finally flourished. No one could escape for what was to come. Ryan was simply one of the lucky ones. Yet luck could not save his life. Even if time had given him a chance, all that he could do was watch, and be the last witness of it all. It wasn't fair. If someone found themselves living in the reality that now existed, fairness wasn't exactly on your daily mind. And neither was it on those who conducted this generation, that had risen above all others. However, Ryan always wondered if it was truly the fault of the elites for the world that now existed. He knew well that this future was long in the making, and was created by all those who died before it came to be, so was it truly reasonable to blame a single source? The past was an easy thing to blame, yet if Ryan was to do so, how was he ever to find a solution to all of this? After all, the past is but a memory, and all that lays before us is the present.