A moment in time

Today I’m late, but I have an app for that so I’ll be on time. Now that I’m here, I wish I didn’t have this app.

“People don’t have to verbally tell you they don’t enjoy your presence, vibrations always rule the atmosphere.” Said professor xenon.

“During this trial-run you won’t be of the sighted.” “Vision, is one of the many gifts you won’t need to sense this experience.” Said Xenon with striking confidence.

“GLASSES EVRYONE !”

putting on my glasses as instructed, I began “feeling”. Feeling empty, although I’m fed. feeling lost, knowing exactly where I am. feeling abandoned whilst surrounded by peers.

They Screamed at me, I shouted back. The roars of hatred were much stronger than the cries of the hated.

“Life! Life! Life! , Life! Life! Life !”

Normally when I hear this I think of fresh air, a new robo-species or WiFi, but not this time.

“MY BODY ! MY CHOICE! NO SHAME IN MY VOICE!!!” A large group chanted in unison.

“Everyone MATTERS idiots!!!” Screamed the crying man.

It sounded like a pit of burning people fighting for anything but the living.

Overwhelmed by it all, I terminated the lesson. I couldn’t understand how one could possibly handle all of this energy in regular life.

As most of my peers continued the experience I sat in reality, waiting for xenon to deliver the point in all of this, but he didn’t. He just ended the experience & stared at our devastation with what seemed like…. satisfaction ?

“Is anyone in need of meditation before we leave today, I sense the mood dropped as a result of my simulation”. Now seeming worried as the line for memory cleansing grew.

“Andromeda, how do you feel”? I asked.

she looked at me, rolled her eyes, and swallowed the memory cleaner, the last 20 minutes never happened to her.

Instead of continuing the lesson from the simulation, she would now be instructed to go and study manually to grasp the point of the experience. Her, and everyone else who chose to wipe the experience from memory.

I chose not to. Instead, I went to professor xenon to inquire. As I walked toward him he reached for the memory cleaner and a stack of paper (homework) he seemed a little demoralized by the reaction of everybody wanting to wipe the experience clean from memory.

I refused to carry home large stacks of paper and books like my ancestor millennials, therefore, I refused the memory cleaner and insisted on conversation.

“Xenon, what in Galactica!?” I uttered in clear disgust.

He asked me, “What if someone followed you every day, never made their presence known, but you always felt them all around you, how would that make you feel?”

“creeped out, concerned”, I responded with annoyance.

“Now imagine that very same someone can’t publicly harm you, so as long as you’re around people you’re safe, but alone, you’re in danger”. Said xenon.

“Well does this person have something against me?” , I asked.

“absolutely, of course” he said as if this were common knowledge.

“You and anyone else who appear to be a threat to their existence”, Said xenon.

“Their???” “I thought it was some ONE!” I replied with confusion.

“Yes, but this someone is a representative of a vast majority, his principles and beliefs are shared by many, unfortunately” he explained.

“What does any of this have to do with todays simulation xenon” I pressed him on behalf of my entire class.

“Everything, I placed you all in a moment in time over 1000 years ago in the year 2020.” He explained.

A time when Women & children were struck with sickness, led to be mindless consumers, and shamed due to their personal choices or even natural physical appearance ”. He stated in pity.

“What did you experience?” Xenon finally began to explain.

the emotional residues left by Racism, Homophobia, and Covid-19.