Reflection of a futureMature

I leapt lightly from the window sill and stood before her, "I... don't know, I just had to see you, see another sane person," I looked outside, the various bots and straightbacked children marching along the streets. the helicopters that skimmed through the skies, the crimson of the sky that shed blood-like light on the metal and concrete that was our cells. She looked at me then, just like Sarah used to. I wanted to poke her, to see if she was real, to hold onto the one piece of reality afforded to me. How could I express this like a sane person? Maybe I was the insane one, maybe in a twisted way, the mind I wielded was a sick parody of humanity and out there, the emotionless bots and people outside, were what humanity really was. No, that couldn't be true, I couldn't accept that. War, strife, death, lust, passion, love, compassion, empathy, they are what makes humanity. Humanity is chaos, not order and sterilisation! Rise to power, rise to emotion. Fight for freedom, for love and pain, that was my saying and that was what I stuck to.

"Just... tell me you're real, tell me you want the same thing I want, and tell me... tell me you will help me fight. Even if that means to the death, even if that means we will die, as long as the future of humanity becomes secure, tell me you will be beside me!"

She looked unsure, there was certainly a defiance there, but something held her back.

"Imagine it," I tried for one last time, "rub out the sky, delete the bots that roam around, change the children, Alter the concrete floor and what do you see?" I stared at her then as she looked outside, struggling to see what I saw, "you know what my mind sees when it looks for freedom?" I put my arm around her shoulder and pointed out to the sky like an affectionate teacher, "over in that playground, I see basketball hoops, I see rebellious teenagers smoking, kids slam dunking... see that fence, instead of barbed wire, I see a rundown, broken wooden one vandalised and scrawled with creative graffiti... and those buildings accross the way, I see more graffiti, I see messy front yards and apple trees that waft their fruity scent to nearby hungry boys and girls... and the sky, I see blue, the white scars that are planes flying overhead shedding dreams and an abundance of soft gold light.

"It's not perfect, it's not structured. It's human and it's madness but it's what we are... do you see?"

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