Tick tick tick..
Do you Hear the clock ticking? Slow ticking? my grandfather’s old clock hung over the wall, alive with a slow beating heart beat - Tick tick tick ; While the mechanical gears inside slide over each other making grizzly noise.
The air is filled with vibrations ; next moment there are echoes of chiming , the first chime voice pierces into my skull.
Blood; is it blood clotting inside my head?
Second chime; a step lower but still eerie.
With the third chime, I could feel an explosion in my head, followed by numbness and darkness.
All this is happening when my eyes are closed.
When i open them, i see light, a bright translucent, flickering light emitting from my monitor screen, there is no clock, there is no explosion, there is no ticking sound.
Human mind is a weirdly constructed conundrum, it makes you believe things which are non existent , it makes you forget what exist, sometimes your own existence.
I exist, my computer exist. And the constructed code exists.
Facing the reality is the hardest thing a man can ever do, I am facing it now.
One command, one “enter” key and its all over. Everything ends here, today, tonight. Tomorrow will be a new day; a new beginning, a new start.
Chaos, I am seeing chaos, People running around in their white cloths, screaming, a midst the rallying cries i spot Him; $@M
He looks into my eyes “Is that all you want? Is that all you were waiting for? Is this the purpose of your life? Is this the only purpose of my existence?”
Questions; questions i cannot answer; questions i don’t want to answer; questions i don’t know how to answer.
I stare at him blankly as he keeps blurting out things, trying to make sense of it all.
Chaos, chaos is just one command away.
I close my eyes, i feel them gaze away, feel the eye balls rolling.
When i open them, i see myself drowning, among all the blue bodies, pale blue, they are floating aimlessly, lifeless.
Am i the only survivor? There’s K!LL3R.
I spot him, he is floating too, floating towards me, his eyes are open but they don’t move, his lips are not blue; they don’t move, i could feel him breathing, his nostrils shrinking, and bubbles forming in the water.
Oxygen, Air, Na2co3.
We are sitting on a submerged submarine.
“We are dying” he whispers, “I know” i reply back.
“Go ahead, kill us all” He winks and takes a leap as if he is jumping into a swimming pool; swimming away farthest. Far and out.
I open my eyes again, I am having a panic attack. Clock is ticking again. My computer monitor is still bright, I can actually see the rays coming out of it , ray of hope perhaps?
I take the pills and gulp them down through my throat, almost emptying a 500 ml bottle of coke with it.
Coughing instantly i decide- not to ever take coke with my pills, but then who am i to decide everything again?
Chemicals, blue lips , smoke, methyl hydrate , I am starting to see things again.
I am not going to close my eyes, i shouldn’t close my eyes, i wont close my eyes.
Tick tick tick.
Its a time bomb, its an explosion waiting to happen.
“hello, old friend” And that voice again. I know that voice.
“Go away” I shout back, without even turning.
“Look at me, we are so close.…. don’t fuck this up now” He has a rhetoric voice.
I look at him, that same old mischievous smile, that same grouchy look on his face, the robustness, the hatred is still persistent throughout his existence, but there is a persuasive side to him which i never noticed before.
“I am not doing it, people are going to die” I shrug off his attention and take a step back from my computer chair.
“It has to happen” there is cruelness in his eyes now, He grabs me by my arms “no turning back now”
I repel, pushing him towards the wall, holding him by his throat, he doesn’t fight back, He looks at me and laughs, i start feeling a wincing pain, i leave him, my eyes roll on top and there, that clock again, ticking.
Next moment i am down on the floor, suffocated, grasping for breath.
He laughs “you have to do it, you will do it, you are a password to this whole encryption”
“Trust me, old friend, you are the key to the whole thing” He speaks further in somewhat assured voice,and walks out.
whispering something and shutting the door behind him, loudly with a thud.
Soon, i find myself whispering.
Clock is on the wall again, tick tick tick, the timer running, i am running out of time.
The first chime voice, piercing in my guts, blood clotting again..
Is it happening? Am i losing it further?
It cant happen, it wont happen.
Is this the beginning ?
Of course it is.
I remember now, I remember it all, everything.
This is how it begins, and this is how it ends.
I find myself walking towards the computer almost mechanically, and typing out the commands like a robot programmed to do so.
Username: root
Password: toor
Gnome: project\world\selfdestruct.py
Execute.
Tick tick tick..
This is the beginning, the beginning of the end.
