Beep!
Beep!
I awake to my alarm clock, it never misses a beat, as it chimes the old musician Bach.
I have been locked in my room for centuries. I haven't ate, slept, or talked in a while. There's nothing I can do.
I don't feel to good.
I suddenly remember, Beary, he can help me.
Desperately, I try to find the piece of paper containing his phone number.
[Your paper, is in the left drawer]
I open the pale while drawer and find my paper.
The AI reads out loud
[ *** - *** - ** - **]
I type it in my phone number and hit dial.
A long ring can be heard playing out. Suddenly that ring stops as someone picks up.
"Hey is this Raz," he says.
Just hearing his voice makes me happier. I decide to tell him my predicament. Even though we just met, I'm sure he would believe me too.
"Hey, let me come over," he says and hangs up.
Immediately, self-conscious, I open the blinds, clean my room which is a mess.
Minutes later, I hear a ding-dong at my front door. Fast, I think as I walk towards the door open it. Its Beary, his bright smile makes me smile too as I unlock my silver encrusted front door.
Click
I let him in and seat at the table. The table is old and metal-like. At first, glance its not actually wood but if you look closer you can tell it's sandal like.
As I brew lotion matcha coffee tea, he asks cautiously
"So you haven't seen it yet?"
"Seen what," I respond visibly confused
Beary takes out his phone and shows it to me, the title of the online newspaper website reads [Woman crying in public, the same woman who is blind, is she sad??]
The article was written by a not-so-important newspaper, but thats not important. The importance is the amount of traction it has gathered. Billions of views has gathered on that one article and most of the article pertain information that slanders me.
I can feel my heart shatter into a million pieces as I read it.
"Do you agree with the article," I ask quietly?
"Hmm, more or less, then what it already says. Look, I'm not here to chat, I'm here to ask for you to get rid of my phone number. I don't want me to associate someone like you," he says as if he doesn't care about my feelings.
The phrase "someone like you" rings out in my head.
This time my already broken heart feels like it gets smashed into smaller pieces by a sledgehammer. These granite-size pieces gets washed away by the fountain that gushes out of my eyes.
I burst out of my front door.
Hours flow out like sand in a timer, I spent hours trying to buy tickets from this location to this one place.
There I arrive.
At the Hive.
An intricate building that connects stairways and archways all together to form a honey comb-like building. Its almost as tall as the Nepam Medical Institute. When the sun shines on it, it gives off a metallic glint.
I buy a ticket, while the ticketer gives me one of those have I seen her before? Faces.
I climb all the floors and look at the top. The view is beautiful. Such heights would give any sane human chills. The wind blows against my scarf and my hair seems to fly in the air.
Then I look at reality, the sunset that looks super perfect now seems like a dome. A dome that looks like metal and broadcasts what a normal sunset would look like. And the perfect wind that gives off a romantic vibe, it seems more like a technology-induced blower that automatically blows real wind at people.
I climb on one of the railings, I ignore the panic-stricken faces and hear the security guards sound their alarms.
WEEEYOUUUWEEEEEEEEYOUUUUU
Is all here from the bottom of the building.
The goal that I had once desired, is no longer there. Where did it go you may ask? It's super interesting that the human mind works, I used to major in psychology.
Humans from centuries before used to act on this one principal
Once you are different from them, they don't like you.
Nepam promises us that everyone here will be happy. No matter what.
The fact that they try to shelter us from the pain and the hardship is good and a bad thing. We can no longer resist the pain any longer. That is why these shelter us.
I have already longed completed goal, I have truly found sadness.
I say this as I think about all the good times we had.
As I jump off the railing and plummet 150 feet down.