19.Nineteen
Nineteen
He sat.
He sat alone.
He sat alone, in silence. Waiting.
He was pleased by the way things were going. It had been much easier to take the second than the first. He guessed that the third would be even easier. That pleased him. The easier it was the more time he would have to make sure the fools didn’t suspect him.
What he was doing was right in the context of the eternal moment. He knew, however, that the fools who lived on time rather that in it would see what he was doing as a crime. A few years ago he would have seen it as wrong and evil. Now he knew the truth. He had touched the eternal moment.
He sat in the darkness with the light of the television playing on his face. He wasn’t watching but the light and noise helped him remember the physical world that he was still part of. The stupidity of the programme helped him remember why he didn’t want to be a part of that world.
The task he’d began just over a month ago was nowhere near complete. He’d taken two. Two good ones. He needed seventeen more. One for each year he lived in the foolish physical world with no understanding of the eternal moment.
Once he had the nineteen he could use them as a stepping stone to escape the physical world. He knew it would work. He’d been told.
Even with this knowledge he still felt fear with he knew he must take one. He hadn’t wanted to take another after the first because of the way the first had reacted to him. He doubted his mission but something—the eternal moment or maybe part of his own mind—told him that he needed to finish his work.
After the ease with which he took the second one he didn’t think he’d have a problem in the future. He wouldn’t wait as long between takings either. His patience couldn’t take it. He needed to be one with the eternal moment.
It had taken him years to get to the point where he was ready to start taking them. He’d spent hundreds of hours building the room to hold them. The building had been easy compared to the designing. He’d finally finished in March but he didn’t try to take one till May. It took him a long time to gain the courage it took to take that first step.
Now he had two of them. Soon he planned to make it three. Already he was deciding how to take the next one. He knew it was dangerous to have to take so many. If he got caught he would never be able to become one with the eternal moment.
So far no one suspected him. He had to plan everything perfectly so that things remained as they were in the community. He wanted them afraid and confused because that way they were less likely to suspect him.
As he sat, contemplating his next move, the light of the television continued to flicker across his face. In some moments it made him look as ugly as true evil in others he looked as beautiful as freedom. Watching him, no one would have suspected what he had done or what he was panning.
He drifted towards sleep with a small smile on his face. He looked innocent and wonderful. He believed he was innocent and wonderful. In a way he was.
He sat.
He sat alone.
He sat alone, in silence. Waiting.
He was pleased by the way things were going. It had been much easier to take the second than the first. He guessed that the third would be even easier. That pleased him. The easier it was the more time he would have to make sure the fools didn’t suspect him.
What he was doing was right in the context of the eternal moment. He knew, however, that the fools who lived on time rather that in it would see what he was doing as a crime. A few years ago he would have seen it as wrong and evil. Now he knew the truth. He had touched the eternal moment.
He sat in the darkness with the light of the television playing on his face. He wasn’t watching but the light and noise helped him remember the physical world that he was still part of. The stupidity of the programme helped him remember why he didn’t want to be a part of that world.
The task he’d began just over a month ago was nowhere near complete. He’d taken two. Two good ones. He needed seventeen more. One for each year he lived in the foolish physical world with no understanding of the eternal moment.
Once he had the nineteen he could use them as a stepping stone to escape the physical world. He knew it would work. He’d been told.
Even with this knowledge he still felt fear with he knew he must take one. He hadn’t wanted to take another after the first because of the way the first had reacted to him. He doubted his mission but something—the eternal moment or maybe part of his own mind—told him that he needed to finish his work.
After the ease with which he took the second one he didn’t think he’d have a problem in the future. He wouldn’t wait as long between takings either. His patience couldn’t take it. He needed to be one with the eternal moment.
It had taken him years to get to the point where he was ready to start taking them. He’d spent hundreds of hours building the room to hold them. The building had been easy compared to the designing. He’d finally finished in March but he didn’t try to take one till May. It took him a long time to gain the courage it took to take that first step.
Now he had two of them. Soon he planned to make it three. Already he was deciding how to take the next one. He knew it was dangerous to have to take so many. If he got caught he would never be able to become one with the eternal moment.
So far no one suspected him. He had to plan everything perfectly so that things remained as they were in the community. He wanted them afraid and confused because that way they were less likely to suspect him.
As he sat, contemplating his next move, the light of the television continued to flicker across his face. In some moments it made him look as ugly as true evil in others he looked as beautiful as freedom. Watching him, no one would have suspected what he had done or what he was panning.
He drifted towards sleep with a small smile on his face. He looked innocent and wonderful. He believed he was innocent and wonderful. In a way he was.
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