Existence Is Futile

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There were moments she could no longer feel the pain of the unfamiliar – from the outside it looked like suffering, but by broken blessing she managed to find salvations calm within traumas chaos.

The world she longed to remember she was safest to forget. In truth, her voiceless voice was done with screaming and she no longer knew her name. Time had become irrelevant, although it seemed, so had everything else. Inside she felt frozen in disbelief and her once vibrant soul was now hollow.

How could this have happened?

Weren’t the Government and World Leaders supposed to keep them safe?

Rage now swallowed her existence and her survival left her exasperated and undignified. The only thing she had now was this moment and the choices attached, there were no guarantees beyond this minute – that illusion had just been obliterated.

Somewhere in her digestive tract she could feel the vomit threatening to underwrite this un-comprehendible realisation.

‘The Coming of Global Peace’, of course, it all made sense now – this was a dystopian massacre following a utopian blueprint. Contradictory for the masses whilst the privileged bask in its perfection. In one single moment her entire life was made a lie, now, her demons begged her to bathe in the sweet-encasing depths of cold-blooded revenge. She found it almost impossible to breath, her teeth so tightly clenched that she almost found a moment of solace in her jaws agony. Guilt for her station held no place in this new world; the suffering, the misery, the bitterness – it all had to go if she had any chance of survival.

Just as she turned to leave her little brothers room, yet another recorded message was broadcast simultaneously on all nearby devices. The transmission was clear in its message:

“Hello and welcome to a world of perpetual peace. We are thrilled to announce the beginning of a utopian society – attached to your dominant wrist is a device that will ensure your safety and refuge. Do not remove this device from your wrist, doing so will result in comprised security in which we have no control. We know that you have many questions but given the significance of our collective transcendence we ask for you to trust that you will be informed of the legislation in due course. You need not fear about missing our transmissions as the device generates power from your pulse. We commend you for your contribution to our super-civilisation and look forward to creating the next phase of human greatness.”

Human greatness? This was genocide, in its purest form. This was the extinction of all that was good; the end of what it means to be human. What did they mean by human greatness anyway? She had heard enough, it was time to find her own answers; it was time to break-free.

She looked over at her baby brother innocently asleep in his cot; his little wrist so delicate against the large threatening electrical device. Dread took over and for second she considered staying if only for him – she would miss the way he would plant ‘wet kisses’ on her cheek to wake her up on Sunday mornings because their parents were still in bed and he didn’t want to be all alone, the pictures of the family he would draw paying special attention to her large nose and clown feet, but most of all she would miss the way he would snuggle in at the end of his ‘big’ day at day-care and say, in his small, squeaky and almost inarticulate voice, “love you Bigsi” – Bigsi, he always called her that. Her heart was breaking as the tears streamed down her face. She knew she had to leave, and she had no strength left for goodbyes.

There was no time to waste, she had to find answers and understand what this all means. She could get no logical answers from her parents only one dimensional answers, she knew they were no longer her parents. It was as if they had been programmed to ‘raise’ the next generation of, ‘super-humans’. Her brother was safe but this madness had to end. If this was how our Government see utopia then no-one is safe.

For the first time since she heard the saying she believed it, the future truly rests on the shoulders of the worlds youth. As she approached the back door, a voice erupted from her electronic device on her wrist, “leaving this premises is forbidden. Refusing to adhere to this legislation will result in prosecution. There is no escaping – you will be found.” This is madness she thought, as she barged out the door leaving the electronic device screaming on the floor.

Nothing was the same, she soon realised she could not trust her own reality. From inside her home the weather looked sunny and inviting, and as she leaped out the door she was pounded by rain. ‘How was this even possible?’ she wondered.

The one thing she knew for sure was that this new world had no mercy and its leaders were out to take souls. She was also puzzled by the fact she was suddenly ravenously hungry when only moments ago she was comfortable. How could this be? Do those devices hold the power to control reality? Was she the only one who had her own thoughts? – No, she couldn’t be the only one and it was up to her to prove it.

She watched as the law enforcement patrolled the streets vacant-expressions stapled to their faces. It was strange, they didn’t seem to react at all to her escape. Perhaps they weren’t informed, maybe they didn’t care. Leaving her post she took a deep breath and savored the last moment of goodbye to her family, but she knew if she didn’t find refuge soon she would be another statistic – another insuperior model contradicting their vision and therefore destined to be stopped, for their mere existence disrupts this distorted version of peace.

Sneaking past fences, trees, cars, power-poles and whatever else that would give her cover. With each step she could feel her legs getting heavier, each breath becoming more constrictive. She could feel something was wrong – gravity was now dragging her down, she had no strength and within minutes her thoughts were her only bodily function. It was as if she had run out of battery, she had nothing left; her thoughts were now hazy and distorted. Her last breath was shallow, heavy and restricted but in her 17 years of life she had never felt freer than she did in death.

No-one will remember her name, nor, that she ever existed.

Life holds no memory for the broken, angry, rebellious statistic.

Deception and greed prevail at morals sudden decease.

They took the power from the people to generate their own version of peace.

Who is right, who is wrong? Does it even matter?

The human species will live on, perhaps you will concur?