He turned his back on all he knew. Tired of the story, tired of same dreary tale from those that escaped their hollow reality for an even more hollow unreality. He tolerated a few, but he knew that in the end even they would weigh heavy upon him, and this disgust he felt consuming him would take them with him.
Instead he began his journy through real world. As one day turned into the next and still he found himself alone, he felt almost optimistic that solitude was indeed the answer. The Earth, it seemed, was a wasteland, and how fitting it was that it's desolate surface matched perfectly with the feeling in his heart. The bones of the long since departed turn to dust under his boot.
“Has there always been war? “
He didn't expect an answer, but after awhile the sound of ones own voice can be of some comfort, and this was a question he has asked aloud countless times before. This time was different however... this time he got an answer.
"Since man first stepped upon the planet, there has been war." The voice was deep, almost robotic in its lack of emotion or tone. "Since blood has first flown through the heart of man, man has sought to spill it. "
Turning in circles and seeing nothing he scrambled to where he heard the voice. "Who is out there? Are you following me? "
No answer this time. He told himself he had imagined it, and set off back down his path.
2 Days Ago
That voice is at it again! After all this time, after all I've been through, this is how I end up... hearing voices and yelling into the blackened night? The voice says strange things, things I somehow feel that I already know, yet had forgotten. I think it wants something from me, or I want something from me if the voice is truly me. I have no idea what it is, although I am sure I will be finding out soon. Even if it is in my head, I must admit that I am comforted by it. Perhaps I was hasty in leaving, maybe that's what it wants.
Yesterday
Was digging through junkpiles and found something very interesting. It's definitely not human made, too advanced for me to even tell what it is... the voice say's it is just scrap and that I should throw it away, but it's so pretty. I think I will keep it.
I threw that machine out and am heading back to civilization. Too long have I wandered the wasteland. Must be kept safe until the time is revealed.
GQubed
