10 years after

 10 years after

by James Ray the Phantom Texter

What do you do when you see the loss of possibly the only other member of your species leaving?

Imagine you know it but the other person doesn't? What do you do? How do you act? Consider it's not your choice. Consider it's not up to you. Understand you may know the disaster about to occur. Consider the other person doesn't. Will their apology years after the apocalypse matter? You know it won't. What do you do?

Most people who pass for the dominant species of this planet would say they don't know. Which is why I don't like the dominant species of this planet. Because they've written books on this. Made movies on this. They know, but like most things of their kind they choose not to deal with the spiritual aspects of their conclusions. I find that they are the most unknowing, knowing of people. Or I should just say ignorant! The only thing a sane person can do to try and save their sanity, is to document it. Acceptance is a necessity when the lack of options are a reality.

I used to write stories but only gave them to the people they were written about. As a way to connect. As a way to give a gift that was invaluable. Insight into the pathway that, that individual had to my central processing. What you might call my heart and soul. It's what my species does. What we cherish most and treated as such. And shared with the people who touch us most. My mistake in the dominant species here, because that's exactly what they will use to destroy you. Because they don't understand that the vulnerability is the gift.

I actually wrote this as my last offering. By this I mean the YouTube posting is a partial replication of the letter that was written and given to my mate. If it did not reach them, it would stand as my last. I knew it was the end. I knew what the future would be like. In this reality it can only go up for me. But that's not what I wished for. A reality of robotic progress, in the most basic of standards. No, that's not what life is about. Or I should say the life and beliefs of my people. Even now I know that those who don't understand what I'm saying, don't understand it because they're not one of my species. Not that that's a bad thing. Obviously it's not. We're not dominant. As far as I know we're extinct. But just like in a zombie apocalypse, I know there may be holdouts in small enclaves. But our numbers have dropped below sustainability long ago. By choice or birth rate. We are effectively extinct. Whatever islands of isolated groups of my species that are still out there. They have accepted that their time has passed and they live out their days in seclusion keeping to themselves. I was foolish enough to venture out and think that I had a new method of coexistence.

I tend to remember humorously the line in the Highlander movie. "There can be only one!" Sometimes it's a positive one. Sometimes it's a negative one. But it always seems to be, one. I wrote the letter. It's longer than what I posted on YouTube. For obvious reasons. I'm only 80% sure of the reasons I posted it's shorter cousin on YouTube as much as I did. Maybe because I want the internet archaeologist to know more of how my species did with our long journey into the abyss. How we dealt with it. Or at least, this one foolish member dealt with it. Maybe I wanted my mate to look back and see the last moment before Oblivion took us both. I have more than one reason for doing anything. This is no different.

But for whatever the reason, it was written. To state the situation, the ramifications, the hope, the loss, and the acceptance. A decade after with time moving in it's normal linear fashion. But the predictions rang true. Some may say that it's a self-fulfilling prophecy. Objectively that cannot be dismissed easily. But considering I have an inside track to the mind of one of the participants I can say that, that is most unlikely. I in fact by most marks of analyst have gone up. But internally, spiritually, and things that cannot be easily measured or seen in this reality, time has stopped in some places. And in those realities that my kind hold most dear to, some of them have unraveled to the abyss. For the dominant species that has very little connection with what my people hold as reality, it is irrelevant. To a species that live more in that reality than the dominant one, it is a devastation.

So here I find myself a decade later. With no one who understands it. No foothold to stand on. Only the cold unanswering void of what's called social media. The joke of the universe! The most unsocial social of Medias. Dead center of a species who only know biological robotic movement. With their one sustaining trait. They breed like rabbits!

Death can come quick and end suffering. Hell last an eternity and is all about, "Suffering".