posted on Aug, 5 2012 @ 09:55 AM
I walk through the door into the light. Suddenly it captivates me. Blinking eyes moving sporadically about, like a dancer under a strobe light. Then
the eyes open spontaneously fixated on the sun, not unlike a moth to a flame. I stand and stare as it glides off on the floating fingers of the wind.
"what was that beautiful creature?" I said astounded.
"That was a butterfly." The child said back.
"We shouldn't be out side...I mean I shouldn't be outside. you know it's against the law. your mother won't be happy with me if she knew we were
outside together." I spoke nervously to the child, it wasn't my place to make commands. Even to a child.
"Don't be silly, why shouldn't you be allowed outside anyway? It's a stupid rule. Why shouldn't you view the worlds beauty? You liked that
butterfly didn't you?" The child replied. "Where else are you supposed to see the magnificent things the earth has to offer? In your dreams?"
"What are dreams?" I said perplexed. I had never heard of this word.
"Dreams are where are our souls go to learn when we sleep. Or so my mum tells me...wait your telling me you've never had a dream?" Said the child
"I'm afraid not, does that mean I don't have a soul?" I said feeling a little upset. "What does that mean? What happens if I don't have a
"You must have a soul, every living thing does. If you don't have a soul where do you think you'll go when you die, silly." the child said
reassuringly. "And about not being able to dream...well I think you just need to try harder. You know when somethings beautiful, which means you have
a conscience, so that's also proof that you have a soul."
"I suppose you're right...maybe I'm just not trying hard enough." I said determined to try harder.
"anyway, mum's coming back soon so we need to shut you down and put you on charge." The child sounding a little sad. "Hey...i suppose this is like
your sleep. Maybe you can try and dream this time and tell me all about it when I turn you back on."
"Yes, what a good idea. I hope your're right and that I can dream, and that i do have a soul." I said excited about the prospect of dreaming.
We walked back inside. There it stood in the corner of the room. containing my hopes, maybe even my dreams. A tree of wires and life. My energy
source. My electric blood. I walk into it as the child plunges the large socket into me, like a knife with no pain. I feel the surge of energy,
pulsing through my vein like wires. This is my life support machine.
I wait now inevitably for the switch off. Usually the part I dread. The part of that feels like eternal darkness. But I wait in anticipation this
time, because I want the chance to dream.
"Ok, time to switch you off now...Sweet dreams." The child said as if excited for me also.
"Thankyou, I hope I do have a soul." I said in optimism.
The snap of the switch came as a shock, like a whip on flesh. It was always the same no matter how many times I went through it. The quick weakness
through out my being ensued. Internal organs rapid shutting down.
My vision is always the last thing to go. Tunneling, always getting further and further away, until all light fades and darkness reigns supreme.
Nothing but blackness ensues.....