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by Archives November 11, 2008

I awoke to realize I was not where I was supposed to be. My surroundings were alien in nature. I stared out at a vast desert. Skyscrapers were replaced by mountains of sands. My jet black hair waved in the wind as I shouted, “Is anyone out there?” There was no response; however, the most disturbing fact was that my voice did not carry any echo. At that moment my sense of wonder turned into anxiety, my palms began to sweat and my stomach turned inside out. “Where am I?” I thought, as I forced myself to keep moving on.

I tried to recall my last memory when suddenly it dawned on me that I had no recollection of what my name was. As a matter of fact I couldn’t remember anything: my favourite show, my best friend, my favourite colour, nothing came to mind. It’s as if my mind was wiped clean. The clouds parted and the red-yellow hue of the Sun streamed down on my head, “Am I in hell?” I wondered, “Maybe I am being punished and all I have to do is ask for forgiveness.” “But I don’t even know what sin I committed,” I thought as I reasoned with myself.

I searched my pockets for anything that would yield clues to my predicament, from my right pocket I pulled out a sheet of paper that had the word “deserter” scribbled on it. I could not comprehend what association I would have with such a word, for that matter I did not understand why I had this paper in my possession. “Nothing is making any sense,” I conceived. I wandered aimlessly for hours when unexpectedly there was an uproar of voices coming from every direction. I dropped to my knees and clenched my hands up against my ears in an attempt to block the excruciating noise. This was a futile effort; these voices were coming from my own head, calling out for help. I begged them to stop because the pain was too much, but, they did not relent.

A wave of memories hit me, knocking me to ground. Flashes of my life whizzed by before my eyes. I was a renowned physicist, working on machine designed to harvest the power of the Sun, in an effort to solve the global energy crisis of 2057. All of Earth’s citizens had eagerly awaited the dawn of a new era my machine fathered. For years there was unprecedented peace and prosperity as all of Earth’s people relished in the endless free energy my machine granted. I was hailed as the savoir of mankind, but my happiness was short lived and soon turned into sorrow. On a dark spring day, the machine I created to save humanity went supernova, vaporizing every living creature on Earth, except me.

I alone was the survivor of the human race, “a twist of fate or a punishment for playing God?” A question I could not answer as I cried out towards the heaven. “I was a deserter,” I thought as I placed the paper back into my right pocket, I could not even join my fellow man in death. I closed my eyes as I lay there on the sand, wishing for the sweet release of death. When all of a sudden I awoke to realize I was not where I was supposed to be. My surroundings were alien in nature. I stared out at a vast desert. Skyscrapers were replaced by mountains of sands. My jet black hair waved in the wind as I shouted,
“Is anyone out there?” There was no response; however, the most disturbing fact was that my voice did not carry any echo. At that moment my sense of wonder turned into anxiety, my palms began to sweat and my stomach turned inside out. “Where am I?” I thought, as I forced myself to keep moving on…….

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