How to describe it, it has the height of a military backpack, so almost as big as me. It has every single thing inside you could imagine, you would need in an emergency.
It was created in my younger days specific in my otaku face. Where my favorite genre where apocalypse and Isekai. Hooking me so much that I started to prepare for it for real.
Only to be welcomed by my family with spread arms and encouragement. My friend was so hooked by the idea that he told me that I should take that thing to him every time I visit him. And for bringing it with me he would help me design and upgrade the bag or even supply some of the things like cans, canned food, an SSD plate, hardware, tactical shove.
Many memories come to mind from those old days. Like my One Punch man training routine making it even able to ware that thing. It became quite a part of me even the neighbors laughing and encouraging me sometimes even helping or adding stuff over the Christmas as presents to my emergency bag.
It became so big that when I grew out of my face, I still couldn't let it go. So, I kept it with me. I'm still proud of my accomplishment, my one punch man routine I still hold true too and the ever increasing and evolving emergency backpack which to this day is holding my head in the right place. Letting me thing over everything in a calm and open way.
Like what do I need those bags of chips for when I could buy some new stuff for it. Or does this thingy even work if an apocalypse breaks out? Do I need solar panels or something like that and how do they work? It is letting me think about my future and gives me the right mindset for investments.
As I think back to the memories I had with this bag, something essential strikes me. Didn't I put that weird thing in one of those pockets right? And I than inspected it, which than probably brought me this bad dream but? As I check my bag trough, I seem to not find it. I look left right. I even consider the hospital stuff having taken it.
But then I notice on a 3-legged table near the bed a flower bouquet. As I look closer, I find a card inside it stating:
"Welcome to the Hospital of Everlast, we wish you much rest and hope that you will feel better soon. Sadly, we couldn't find your Name in the archives of this towns network or your Address and Name online after inspecting your ID which we found in your Backpack (sorry for intruding without your consent but we just found you before our doors unconscious).
After Inspecting your thoroughly, we found nothing wrong with you and after our research over your ID we didn't rly try any further. We the hospital stuff don't want anything to do with you and we hope you can leave us alone by going through the backdoor, because people like you with nothing on the line don't quite understand that actions can have consequences. So, we hope that you understand our concerns. With Love the Hospital staff of Everlasting"
Im shocked did that thing rly just told me that my ID is not found my name or address not able to be connect? Like wait doesn't that mean even my family name was missing, but that would mean… Being stunned I made my way home as fast as I could. Only to find it missing like not missing in the way of being at the wrong address or mistaking the wrong house, but in the weird way of nothing being their no Building no nothing only a sign saying: "under construction" on a small grass field surrounded by buildings.
I look stunned at what once was my home. And as I am thinking over it, I notice the weird looks my neighbors and close friends are giving me. As they had never known or seen me before. They didn't look like someone seeing someone they hate. But more like some weird dude they don't know just showed up out of nowhere in their neighborhood.
At first, I didn't think much about it, but now I'm slowly starting to understand it clearly. The weird looks, the empty building complex, the missing ID. I have been deleted or erased. As in a way that nobody remembers me nobody even knows me.
I start to take out my handy and Google everything about me like my life depends on me. The first thing I notice is that's it's the day after I had that bad dream so only 1 night passed. The next thing I found out is that no news is found about missing people or missing apartment complex. The next thing I search is for my family tree. Nothing erased everyone who was engaged in my family from both sides disappeared. In a way that lets the best hacker look like a god.
Not even my Gamer tag or presence on the internet was left out. But it was done crudely nobody took my place. In such a way that every little action I had online was not covered up but just let be. The forum on reddit I created exists, but my name or comments are gone but the reply to mine are still there. And weirdly enough is it that everybody is just ignoring those crude holes.
What now? I'm alone as far as I can see. Nobody left remembering me and all I have left is…
More than I could ever dream off in such a scenario. I once asked my family what I should do if I such a scenario happened. They told me that I shouldn't think to much about them as they will always love me and that I should only look for them if a hint is given that they are in danger.
I asked "But what about the emotional part of all of this" she said that I shouldn't think of it that badly and that they could enjoy what they have right now, knowing that it could be their last. Since then, we never rly hold pack on each other always enjoying the better of each other.
Which I understood later when my father died. That those memories still exist and as long as they exist so does my father still exist. In my heart and memory his principle and perspective given to me to look through and understand.
And as live gives downside so does it give up sides. One of those were my understanding of death and how my father always told me to not be sad over his death as sadness will never heal but happiness can flow and spread.
And looking at my situation right now I can only agree. The thought of everyone forgetting me and that my whole family disappeared is like a rock in my throat. Crushing, but remembering the happy times I had with them does kinda lessens this feeling, as I feel no regrets.
The knowledge that I have the thought and feelings of everybody combined in this single back lessens this feeling immensely. Its creepy that from all the things I could have gotten it's the only thing I have the most connection with. As to why it was the back, it's probably because that globe was stored in it, as it is the only thing I don't check daily.