The Conference

You materialized in front of a door. It says your name on the red led screen. You’re shaky from dehydration. You reached for the knob with a motion of a stick bug.

Inside the room there is a being wearing a suit and tie, with the head you cannot perceive with your mortal eyes. The harder you stare, and squint, the visions of mushroom cloud explosion, the inside of a kaleidoscope zooming in and out of thousand galaxies, exploding stars, blackholes, eye’s bird view of cities and peoples, are all what your puny mind can make out of.

In its right hand is a lit cigarette. The being took a hit, and you watched the light slowly turn the rest of the stick into ashes then fall into the pristine white table that’s already tainted with cigarette remains.

"Does that ever run out?" , it's the only ice breaking thing you could mutter. If there’s anything that you learned about socializing, it is that awkwardness is a great catalyst.

“Not in the ways that will ever matter to you again, Charon 1E12.”, the being said without making a face...because he doesn’t have any.

”Sit.”, the commanding voice of being you make you instantly sit on a black leather conference chair. It all feels like you’ve been spun, and when it stopped, you are now seated. Your back tried to rest by sinking in the comfort of the conference chair, but it spat you out.

You took off your glasses and put them down on the table, then gazed at the being. The juxtaposition of everything is flashing in your very own eyes, back to the retinas, and burning the flesh walls of your blue and green colored brain. Memories flash like you just entered a room where all the walls, floor, ceiling, and even the tiniest corner your eyes can lay on are projecting your lived experience.

”You are here for no special reason. And no special the 27 years has been. You are the amalgamation of everything good and bad you have assimilated. “

”You are the product of your father’s neglect, and domestic violence, your mother’s bad decisions when she’s young and tragically trying her best. And you probably picked up something in your clueless siblings before your lobes fully developed at the ripe age of 15. “

”You may have worked on dealing with the people, your situation, and parts of yourself, but deep inside there’s something burning inside of you down there, good or bad, the two of us can only tell. “

”You’re a being filled with spite that you can’t churn out into anything productive. You lived in cynicism and idealism that consumed you. It wasn’t that bad, but we both know that it’s not how the world works. You are just a single drop of oil in its cog, that makes the tiny mechanism tick in this massive beast of a machine called life. “

”Your contributions are okay. 27 after all is a small number anyway. And in reality, no one can reach a number so significant the universe would note that in its ever-forgetting entropy. “

”You focused on the things that matter to you. Spoke about them. Cried your heart out. Bled in it. All that for an impact that could not be measured in numbers. Something that your passing presence will never witness again, since you’re here with me now. “

”You also cursed the people who wronged you and made your day, and everything beyond that difficult -- which is pointless. And it didn’t do anything huh? They’re still out there, living their best life. As if they just stepped on an ant mound. And didn’t notice any ant who managed to crawl up, because they were wearing a pricy thick-soled shoe.

When they step on the car with the very same shoe, they’ll wipe you off on a welcome mat your old house never had. And enter their nice homes that separate them from everything outside the gates, doors, walls, and windows of it.

You’re puny. You wrote about it, but you wrote for the illiterate blind. Too puny for a mightier sword, so you pick up the pen. In the eyes of you, me, and your idol Nietzsche, you’re puny.”

"I love my job becuase I get to laugh at beings like you. Already less superior but also lived a pathetic life. You’re the next in rank of beings after Kafka’s cock. roach. The Buddhist cow has a higher ranking than you. And those beings are eaten by the very same beings you are trying to educate. Served in a place hailed as unhealthy, their guardians don’t even want to eat it because of the aforementioned, but you and your same kind of pathetic beings can only afford that as a grand treat. Whereas they can order anything without thinking about the price. "

”Anyway, I am enjoying this. About your job, which you chose, in a country which holds little to no regards about it. In a country where it doesn’t give you not even equal value and appreciation in a numerical way that makes the humanity go forward, that can also enable them to avail everything concrete but also abstract things like happiness. It’s stupendously laughable. Oh, you didn’t have a choice? I forgot! I am just kidding, I know everything. “

”Wait, what the **.”

After those straight up barrage, you are able to snap back to your reality.

”Did you just interrupt me? And did you just swear here? Don’t you know there’s children reading this? As if you are not aware that this society hates profanity. And even though children are being used as everything exploitable, such as slaves, objects of s******* and war, and that they already lost the propaganda of the powerful lizards about how they should perceive and navigate this existence, people would still point out one of the very first value they learned in school and church that they ironically hear from their parents first which is swearing. “

The fingers of your shuddering hand touch your eye, they slide down in the valleys of your nose until they're anchored down by the friction of oil in your face and roughness of your fingers. The palms of your hand form a mask that covers your nose and mouth. Your elbows are planted in your hips, and tries to dig deeper, as your back sinks in the crunch of the couch that spits you out again.

The being went back at it again.

”You are here for no reason. This conference does not matter. And I am only here speaking with you because this is required. By the people even more powerful than me, they run the universe and everything beyond that, of which your kinds will never discover until you solve your silly issues. But at this rate, and considering your very nature, it’s too late for your kind who are not kind. Get that pun?”

”This conference is over. I will be meeting the next person. By the way, this person lived to the fullest. Nothing like you. The only problems this being met is not getting the right color of the car received as a gift. Saw the good and nice countries. Slept in softest comforters, and air-conditioning that makes the skin pristine. Ironic, isn’t it?”

”Do you have anything to say? Although you know, it’s pointless. You will be eternally vanishing in 3, 2, 1. “

-Fin.