HEART shaped memories

Everybody else cried when the memorians came. I was no different. Within three short days these battle broken aliens killed every piece of physical memories. Every photograph, every website, everything. Now we’ve been living the past several years without it. They potrol the streets with vacant hearts and shrivelled minds. Kicking at our collective corpses. Anyone left found with any physical piece of memory or sentimental value was stripped, stoned and killed. A select few humans were given guide towards championship. They were given the sick privileges of hunting there fellow men. Killing anyone with any form of object nostalgia. I was afraid at first, then I was angry. Now I’m just scared.

The streets are a cacophony of diluted tears and plastic smiles. Frozen fearful the first and last sat together. Crying was the normal now, but no one wants to admit it. Separated from everything that’s not now we sit complacent waiting for something to change. But I know. Better, I know we’ll never go back to how it was. I know nothing will change. That nothing will save us from this vapid hell. So I roam through the split shattered and crack broke stone streets. The collapsed concrete buildings and the overgrown sidewalks. Planning my revenge.

Their next step was to eradicate all connection. They separated everyone from who they knew, and stuck them alone with incompatible strangers. Shaking things up by trading off the cells every 72 hours. They fed us, they clothed us, and they chose to tell us this was better.

The final step was to take every individual isolate three memories and extract them. Leaving us with a perminant amnesia. We fought through fire and metal but in the end they got us. Every last one of us. Except for me. I struck a bargain. Give me my memories, and I’ll help you eradicate everyone else. So I did. And I do.

Until they was no one left, and they finally came for me. So I ran. I hid. In dumpsters and sewers. Through iron grates and dead bushes. I ran as far as I could run. But I couldn’t put run them forever.

When they finally caught me I told them I couldn’t live without my memory, so they gave me an out. I could relive it all one final time. But then, it would all be gone. They wouldn’t kill me though, they weren’t human enough.

So I remembered. The starry skies and sunset beaches. I fell deep into a memorial trance, longing over the simple truths and biggest lies. The joy the pain the fights the sin. I remembered my wife, and our beautiful daughter. I remembered how the blinds fluttered and softly swayed in the noise silent room of our single bedroom apartment. I remembered her first steps, her first words, the first time she called me daddy. Everything seemed so perfect. Until they came.

The memories turned sour as I relived the invasion. The giant metal alien beasts with there tendril limbs and the giant heads encased In water filled glass. How they spoke over a world over megaphone and told us they were going to save us. They told us that we were a slave to our minds. The memories in our crooks brains were a virus and they were here to exterminate the corrupt nature of remembering. I remembered it all. One…last…time.

I don’t know my name, I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know what to do. All I know is I’m very, very, very very scared. There’s something in my pocket. A picture of a young girl, in a heart shaped locket.