To the death of the humanities. Here, Here.
Over one billion years had passed. Whole worlds had transformed and yet one question still haunted the mind,"How can one know what is real?"
This question was about to appear fleetingly for the last time in the year 2064; just before humans destroyed each other as they gave up their freedom to think.
This story is for the last of those thinkers and all that preceded them. Let their long endeavours not be in vein.
Once upon a time, after man had ravaged the earth, two feral boys scavenged through the rubble, among other vermin, searching for something to eat. Another, Aaron stood watch for the 'Red Lights' (the police), who taxed the boys for any morsel of valuable scrap they had. Such was the world driven by greed. But the boys outwitted the Red Lights on most occasions and sold their scraps down the Traders Path for rarities such as fizzy pop. As Aaron stood watch, he gazed into the sky, which too had been destroyed. One could see only thick black dust. The sun was not seen, nor the moon; they had become mere myths. But that indistinct night, Aaron's eyes were shown something other than what he had ever seen, "Wow". A twinkle of green light shone down.
He immediately left his watchmen's post, wading through the waist deep rubble.
This question was about to appear fleetingly for the last time in the year 2064; just before humans destroyed each other as they gave up their freedom to think.
This story is for the last of those thinkers and all that preceded them. Let their long endeavours not be in vein.
Once upon a time, after man had ravaged the earth, two feral boys scavenged through the rubble, among other vermin, searching for something to eat. Another, Aaron stood watch for the 'Red Lights' (the police), who taxed the boys for any morsel of valuable scrap they had. Such was the world driven by greed. But the boys outwitted the Red Lights on most occasions and sold their scraps down the Traders Path for rarities such as fizzy pop. As Aaron stood watch, he gazed into the sky, which too had been destroyed. One could see only thick black dust. The sun was not seen, nor the moon; they had become mere myths. But that indistinct night, Aaron's eyes were shown something other than what he had ever seen, "Wow". A twinkle of green light shone down.
He immediately left his watchmen's post, wading through the waist deep rubble.
"Boys! Boys! Look up!"
"What?" the boys replied, anxious that the 'Red Lights' had spotted them.
"Up there!" But as Aaron pointed toward the skies nothing but a quilt of darkness could be seen. "I swear" Aaron said, "I saw the sun!"
"The sun? The sun isn't real! That's just a story that the crazies tell. You want to join them - ay?"
"The sun? The sun isn't real! That's just a story that the crazies tell. You want to join them - ay?"
"But I did see it" Aaron replied, "It was amazing!" "Go back to your post A' and watch out for the Red Lights." Aaron returned to his post, confused. That night he looked up at the sky for hours, but there was nothing, nothing but a void.
"How can I know if the light was real? How can I ever know if anything is real?" In a black hole of doubt, Aaron gazed into the flashing neon fires of the Traders Path, as the destitute world around him collapsed into nothingness.
But Aaron did see it.
"How can I know if the light was real? How can I ever know if anything is real?" In a black hole of doubt, Aaron gazed into the flashing neon fires of the Traders Path, as the destitute world around him collapsed into nothingness.
But Aaron did see it.
The green twinkle of light had beamed over one billion years from a planet, long ago destroyed, where the question of reality first appeared in a great mind. The mind of Assyria; the hunter of the Endoxon tribe.
She stood nine feet tall, her metallic scales shimmered in the glow of the moons and her giant webbed feet allowed her to hunt along the sea bed, un-anounced. She sat on top of a rock, contemplating the still waters when something caught her eye.
The hunt was on! Assyria ran into the waters. Within seconds she spotted her target as she sprint along the sea bed. Her prey swimming for its life, but it wasn't enough as her claws speared the creature; dead. She dragged her kill back to the land and the Endoxon Tribe ate that night.
The next day Assyria headed back down to the waters where Thalassa wander in the shallows. Once, Thalassa was a great hunter, but struck by a bolt of lightning, lost her memory and thus forever wandered the seas, alone. Thalassa, whispered through the sounds of the sea, "Do you think your memory can be trusted? Beware!" Before Assyria could ask Thalassa what she meant, Thalassa disappeared into the waters which echoed her message. For a while Assyria stood, thinking about what Thalassa had whispered, gazing into the green light of the moons.
She stood nine feet tall, her metallic scales shimmered in the glow of the moons and her giant webbed feet allowed her to hunt along the sea bed, un-anounced. She sat on top of a rock, contemplating the still waters when something caught her eye.
The hunt was on! Assyria ran into the waters. Within seconds she spotted her target as she sprint along the sea bed. Her prey swimming for its life, but it wasn't enough as her claws speared the creature; dead. She dragged her kill back to the land and the Endoxon Tribe ate that night.
The next day Assyria headed back down to the waters where Thalassa wander in the shallows. Once, Thalassa was a great hunter, but struck by a bolt of lightning, lost her memory and thus forever wandered the seas, alone. Thalassa, whispered through the sounds of the sea, "Do you think your memory can be trusted? Beware!" Before Assyria could ask Thalassa what she meant, Thalassa disappeared into the waters which echoed her message. For a while Assyria stood, thinking about what Thalassa had whispered, gazing into the green light of the moons.
That night, Assyria walked across the desert and returned to the Endoxon tribe. When she returned Assyria found that the tribe had starved! Their once proud armoured bodies had turned into bone and dust. From Assyria's feet the last cried, "Why have you left us for weeks without food Assyria, why?" then finally perished. But Assyria had brought them food only yesterday. Had Thalassa's prophecy turned into a reality; had her memory not shown her what was real? Assyria ran. She ran across the deserted land and jumped from the tops of a jagged cliff into the deep waters, Splash!
Underneath the rough tides was a quiet, blurry realm. Assyria walked along the sea floors, confused. She could no longer turn to the tribe to know what was real, nor her memory. Then, in the corner of her eye, Assyria saw silver wavering locks of hair. It was Thalassa. "Wait!" Assyria cried as she ran towards Thalassa, disturbing this murky underwater world with her presence. However as Assyria drew closer it was not Thalassa. "Enhumi?" Tall flowing sea grass rooted in a rock formation towered over Assyria who stood in disbelief. First her memory and now her eyes could not be trusted to show her what was real.
Assyria walked deeper and deeper into the depths of the ocean wracking her mind, constantly questioning whether her memory or her eyes deceived her. The pins of green light faded under the force of the water and no creature was strong enough to live. "How can I know if anything is real?"
Assyria walked deeper and deeper into the depths of the ocean wracking her mind, constantly questioning whether her memory or her eyes deceived her. The pins of green light faded under the force of the water and no creature was strong enough to live. "How can I know if anything is real?"
Looking out there was nothing, nothing but Assyria and the void.
In reality everything can be doubted, destroyed and fragmented. Assyria's world had broken down both in her mind and around her. One billion years later, on a different planet a young boy, Aaron did the same. But what he was about to do that Assyria didn't was amazing, he created a new world. As he gazed into the flashing neon fires of the Traders Path, he questioned. Casting all things into the domain of the unreal he realized; how can a thing be unreal? How can anything, including the green twinkle that showed itself to me not possess reality. And with this thought,, a thought that rendered the distinction of real and unreal nonsensical, he recreated a different world.
The End
The End
