Fear's beginningThe satellite orbited slowly over the green and blue and white orb. Occasionally it gave off an inaudible beep in the vacuum of space. Broken, it could only watch the events narrowly reflecting on its shining surfaces from the planet below. A voice would have been nice. Being able to look away from the massive scar on the dirt that marked where living beings had once spent so much time doing just that-- living.
It was not easy being paralyzed.
Internal circuitry whirred, trying to perform the function for which it had been built, for which it yearned. Repairs would have been nice-- someone to tell the still functioning circuitry to stop demanding the impossible from the areas and systems that had burned out in the solar flare.
But no orders came.
No aide came.
The innocent round ball continued its geostationary orbit, fixated on the site of a tragedy, hoping, in the way only a machine can hope, for release.
The world burned below. The scar was aflame-- the satellite didn't ne
Buy me a memoryDarkness fell like an old boot into a bin at a discount store. The mingled smell of peanut butter, good oats and human sweat permeated the room, and the sofa. As the moon rose, the reflection played about on the clean white ceiling.
An honest room. An honest smell.
Evie? Soft came the whisper from one, holding the other upon that very same sofa with the worn spot on the arms.
Yeah, Jack? Drowsy, contented.
Did you ever wonder what it would have been like to live someone else's life?
Huh? Complete confusion.
You know. Be someone else.
Jack, you are crazy. You can't be someone else, you can only be you, no matter what you do.
But if you had your life in front of you again, and you made different choices... you would not be you anymore, would you?
I never thought of it quite that way-- but I am sure you would be you, and I would be me. Just-- a little different.
Different would not be me,