Re:A futuristic fiction off the fly
I wanted to work so badly but I understood the reasoning behind C and my other colleagues. Going to make contact with suits is always risky to a face.
It could mean an renewed interest in the hours of tape that make up my uneventful life to glean a pearl of possible descent from the norm; to catch a criminal before the crime.
Many have fallen before me in such a circumstance; a trumped up treason charge here; a libel suit there; all have fallen out of our world in a void that no one dare breach for fear of the collusion of being “different”.
Mel reared its head as I thought of my father and a time when thinking and acting different was something to be celebrated; something to be proud of.
After 12/20 the spirit of individuality perished for all.
I was eternally grateful he had died shortly before that date; he would have been one of the first to slip into the void had he lived or been well enough to speak out over the changes that swept over us over the following months and years.
And she….. she barely got out dead.
My step was a chameleon; she weathered the changes better than most I would say. Her deceased spouse was touted as one of the last independent thinkers of our pre-12/20 time; but she was a follower; not a trailblazer. As long as she could afford to look youthful and could spout the occassional “in” phrase of her set; she was happy.
But the other…. the step would broach no talk of HER. Even as my father lay helplessly without a way to speak the ideas burning in his eyes; my step would not allow her scent to be anywhere near us. I tried and failed many times to place a pen in his hand or strain to hear the noiseless whispers formed by his lips… but all I could see was the love he felt for me, for all of us…. and the need to connect and comfort us and oh so many thoughts still unspoken.
I knew if she had been allowed she could have bridged the gap medicine could not during the last moments.That look of ” I must tell you something” and a sudden squeeze of his lifeless hand that miraculously reached for mine. I knew she knew what should have been said; what he wanted to tell me.
I know she took those final thoughts in their entirety with her to her grave.
This is why I must find whatever remained of the other even if it costs me all I have left.I must have those final thoughts of my father. They haunt me in dreams and in waking.
They are my birthright; they are my future.