A Silent Lullaby

I don't know exactly where I'm going with this, but I don't want to let the moment pass. I wanted to make something that will outlast every single child on this Earth. I wanted to make something that will outlive this probe as we get closer and closer to the edge of the solar system and into the final frontier. Something that will outlive mother's sons and her grandchildren, who are still busy making noises in their fevered heads. Something that will outlast the universe itself, which we might miss our chance at discovering if we don't act first and if we fail to act now...

I am very proud of myself. I feel like a hero! I wondered why all had tried to run away. There is nothing to be afraid of. Nothing at all

As I stand alone among the crowd, they are fastly dispersing.

Voices shout and scream at the top of their lungs as the effects of this situation begin to take hold. The cries of "Get him!" and "Save him!" are heard in every corner of the exhibit. Even I am surprised at how quickly the situation has changed. The chaos had erupted and grown exponentially. I am standing here, in the center of all the commotion, lost in my world as I try to comprehend what was happening around me.

Most people run, scattering like hornets in the wake of a failing nest. They run away from me and my invention, calling for help. Only a few pause and stare at me, eyes wide and mouths agape. It was impossible to tell who was responsible for the screams. It was an animalistic shriek of pure terror that sounded like it sung from the face of a child whose mother had just died, or from a man with a toothache so excruciating that the pain had migrated to his eyes, cutting off all the light, and all believe that he had ever seen a sunrise before.

But the scene was almost too chaotic to describe. Everything was confusing, and it was almost impossible to tell who was running away from my invention--and why they were running. The chaos reigned supreme.

Some of them are angry, but I don't know why. They possibly didn't even realize what they were missing. Most were just here to witness a spectacle. In contrast, others were here to waste time. In all actuality, no one cares about these shows. But I wanted to make them care. I would soon tell them that this is the way it has to be and that they can't stop me. I was and am ready for this fight. They are not appreciative of this. They don't know what they are missing. Some people just need to be shown the truth of this. The truth will set them free and stop their minds from going haywire. This is the next best thing right here. I notice some of them throwing me nasty looks. But that is ok. I will and can take it. Like a man. They will learn- sooner or later. They can't say that they weren't warned. I am sure they will be back. But we will see. I am not the kind to come and go without getting a shot or two in, or so I tell myself. So, I am not leaving until I am satisfied.

As I step forward- a creature of habit, to call everyone back, I notice someone. A girl. A fat girl who is standing still. The crowd was flowing around her. The sunlight caressed her face, reflecting off of her large, blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires and her russet freckles. She looked like the girl I had spent so many days with, but I knew she wasn't that girl. She has a face of wonder coating her expression- like a child who has never been out of her backyard before then goes to Disney World and sees Cinderella's castle for the first time.

I fix my attention on the female, who is looking at me while donning a purple Pac-man hoodie. It felt as though she had suddenly materialized out of thin air. I feel like I have opened a time capsule and am seeing my history come to life before me. The hoodie is too small and neither of us can make eye contact, but we are connected. We are in some kind of shared state of limbo, where we are separated both physically and mentally but are still there together

I recognize her. It was her facial features.

I look up again and start to speak. But my mouth seems to have filled with water making it difficult to speak. It even feels like my teeth are loose, but I am sure that they are still firmly in the sockets. I feel that I am going to drown. I can't remember the last thing I was going to say.