Jeram (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jeram) wrote,@ 2003-07-28 10:32:00 |
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I had a dream...
Last saturday night, I had a dream, one both terrifying and amazing.
Far in the future...
It was the end of the world - with a rub.
The universe was dying, about to collapse into nothingness. Only one person could save us - me. I built an immense space station of out a meteor, then fitted it with powerful engine; one that could move between universes. It was to be our way out - if we could get out before the universe crashed into nothingness. I was piloting the station, my close friend by my side. The strain was intense, as we increased speed again and again, approaching the threshold that would grant us escape.
We could see the lights begin to fade, the universe begin to disappear. We almost didn't make it.
Aboard the ship were the best and brightest from around the globe, 700,000 citizens of Earth. And none of them who I was; and I wanted to keep it that way. I was just another nerdy crewman, only I knew the truth.
Due to the odd flow of time, we were able to contact our old universe before it collapsed, people were able to stay in touch, relatively speaking. We continued our work assignments, and many acted as though it was nothing more than a trip.
None treated me with any respect, as why would they? No one, except for one girl.
As I sat in the cafeteria, eating among fellow crewmembers, a large muscular youth approached a comely blond and sat down next to her. They flirted and tossed innuendo back and forth, seemingly unware or uncaring that I sat at their table. The young man mentioned that all on the ship had to be talented - as they all had the best genes.
Interesting...
But one girl actually spoke to me, treated me like me, not the savior (not that she knew) or the "nerd". When she complained about the glasses assigned (ugly and uncomfortable, but bristling with features) I decided to give her a hand. Using my madz typing skills, I used a "secret shortcut" to load up the station's creation unit.
Soon enough, all on the ship would discover the truth - their home universe was gone forever. And an enemy beyond imagining had done the deed. This enemy had created a weapon so horrible, so destructive, that it could destroy a universe.
And then I would reveal that I had been in charge all along, and had in fact engineered their survival.
But before this happened, I awoke.
I suppose it says something interesting about me - that I want to be someone important, if not the most important. Selfish, I suppose, but telling.
And that is that.
-J
Last saturday night, I had a dream, one both terrifying and amazing.
Far in the future...
It was the end of the world - with a rub.
The universe was dying, about to collapse into nothingness. Only one person could save us - me. I built an immense space station of out a meteor, then fitted it with powerful engine; one that could move between universes. It was to be our way out - if we could get out before the universe crashed into nothingness. I was piloting the station, my close friend by my side. The strain was intense, as we increased speed again and again, approaching the threshold that would grant us escape.
We could see the lights begin to fade, the universe begin to disappear. We almost didn't make it.
Aboard the ship were the best and brightest from around the globe, 700,000 citizens of Earth. And none of them who I was; and I wanted to keep it that way. I was just another nerdy crewman, only I knew the truth.
Due to the odd flow of time, we were able to contact our old universe before it collapsed, people were able to stay in touch, relatively speaking. We continued our work assignments, and many acted as though it was nothing more than a trip.
None treated me with any respect, as why would they? No one, except for one girl.
As I sat in the cafeteria, eating among fellow crewmembers, a large muscular youth approached a comely blond and sat down next to her. They flirted and tossed innuendo back and forth, seemingly unware or uncaring that I sat at their table. The young man mentioned that all on the ship had to be talented - as they all had the best genes.
Interesting...
But one girl actually spoke to me, treated me like me, not the savior (not that she knew) or the "nerd". When she complained about the glasses assigned (ugly and uncomfortable, but bristling with features) I decided to give her a hand. Using my madz typing skills, I used a "secret shortcut" to load up the station's creation unit.
Soon enough, all on the ship would discover the truth - their home universe was gone forever. And an enemy beyond imagining had done the deed. This enemy had created a weapon so horrible, so destructive, that it could destroy a universe.
And then I would reveal that I had been in charge all along, and had in fact engineered their survival.
But before this happened, I awoke.
I suppose it says something interesting about me - that I want to be someone important, if not the most important. Selfish, I suppose, but telling.
And that is that.
-J
