White was now dismal grey. I saw things as they
were. This city wasn’t bright and clean, it was dingy and dim.
My eyes were adjusting to the half-light that bled through the
dome which filtered the sun
traversing sky above the Earth. Everything looked childish and
simplistic within my eyes. This was what greater perception
did to me. I had seen things outside of this blunted existence
caged by a false God and his self-centered schemes.
Darkness was boiling inside me again.
The spire stood before me. It didn’t scare me any
more. I held it and its owner in contempt. He had to answer
for what I saw as transgressions against all humanity as well as
principalities beyond our ken.
Stale air filled my nose and lungs. This place was foul
with the stench of slow decay. It was like aroma of dead bodies
and feces littered the contained atmosphere.
Everything was worn and cracked, as it always was.
I had never truly noticed how sad the city was because I had
always lived here.
The people staggering around seemed dead. Their eyes
were lifeless. Their minds were hollow. Their muscles were
underdeveloped. Flesh was gaunt and unhealthy. I’d say it was
constantly in a state of mild undernourishment.
I must have looked like something superhuman to any
of these creatures with an active mind. In reality, as I knew,
they were all mindless and unaware of any critical thought.
They merely existed for water, food, and sex; nothing more.
My clothes were the ubiquitous uniform of the common
city dwellers. I was able to procure them from a typical supply
point during the night when almost no one was around to see
me get fresh duds.
My hair, though, was a little longer and a little wilder
than anyone else’s. I cut it as best I could with a mirror and
scissors before I re-entered from below. It contrasted against
my tanned skin.
Hitting the lift button, I prepared to ascend for an
unexpected meeting with my “maker”...
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