The Dissection
Through the crumples of the piles of paper, i finally find the right one. My plans to end all this debacle in a timely manner. And after failing my persuasion techniques with the other two. I now need to persuade myself once again. If people can not see my point of view on the subject, maybe i am the one who is just wrong. But i finally found that piece of paper after hours searching. Why have i littered my room with random sheets of paper. Probably just so i can loose the ones that mean the most to me. To have the sense of loss and the ever-growing determination of fear. Striking after searching that "one" spot you thought it would be. Then saying "shit" and "fuck" a few times and going back into the game. You either have two options. To keep playing the game, keep searching, keep getting more and more aggravated and irritated until you either succumb to the second option or, more importantly, find the object that is lost. That moment of pure ecstasy when you lie your hands on that long, lost treasure. But then there is always option two. Once you checked all those secure, obvious locations and you finally ended up on the notion of failure. Then you start again. Trying to piece together the ideas on that page, what you had before and all the grand ideas, and then you add more. It is a new-age brainstorm.
So i pull it out, read through it all, connecting the lines and the ideas, intertwining my thoughts, and reassure myself that i actually am correct. Even though it is my perspective on the world and my ideas support my theories but i feel i can (maybe) look past all of that and try to see what mankind would want. People love to control but no one loves to be someone elses puppet. So why do these positions exist? Maybe the majority of us are incompetent, phycotic lunatics that will not and can not function under our precious management. And my conception of a utopia doesn't seem to far fetched or one-sided. Completely fair and benevolent. I trace my finger over the wear and tear and un-crease the folds and realize i should probably put it onto another piece of paper. It's to sloppy to be a proper proposal. I mistakenly wrote it under a sleepless night while my brain was spinning three hundred and sixty degrees like one of the old semi's on a highway. So i jotted it all down while my eyes were glazed over from restlessness. And then after it was all put down on paper, I tucked it in my wallet and it unlocked my dreams and then i could finally, happily fall asleep. But now i finally realize that i folded up before the ink could dry and some of it smeared, most of it still readable and comprehensible but perfection leads to a visual persuasion. So before i start my presentation after my big let-down, i start re-writing it all. Simple and beautiful but groundbreaking. The best things are.
After re-furbishing my masterpiece, i head into the archways of the loft that is currently holding Jacque and Riley and say "I found it." They didn't believe my ramblings over last nights game of Risk but now that i have the sheet, they will be easily inveigled. Their minds will crumble to the logic and pure brilliance of my thought out plan. I herd them around the piece of wood we like to call "the battered table" and practically sit them on my knee. I tell them that the beginning of the future lies with us but will need everybody to become a truly, perfect Utopia. I am really selling this. The start of it all lies within the Occulum. It is our saving grace but to anyone out of the Sovernment offices, it is a complete mystery. Its uses have not been described by them or even the users. Its quite odd how none of us has ever seen any of them, as if they are living in a different planet then ours or invisible to our naked eyes. Step one is all about getting our hands on an Occulum and finding out its incredible magnificence. But we must not fall for its lust, we must search out all of its capabilities and improve it. If everyone has one of these devices, we must hold the best. It will be the easiest way to achieve eminense.
They start to really eat it up. Jacque obviously seems attached to the idea since most of it would consist with his expertise. His hands are powerful but also careful. His motor skills are instinct and he works mostly with his eyes and his hands follow the preciseness. When his eyes lite up, i knew it would only be a matter of seconds until Riley fell for the bait too. They worked as a pair, spiritually connected like the bestest of friends. No discussion was needed when i finished my pitch and they both just nodded so slightly. And my heart picked up and pumped at a tremendous pace. If i could allure two good friends, who else would follow. That's a question that will be answered farther down this path. But what we really worried about was the Occulum. How would we get an opportunity to have one in our soft palms. I knew they were still doing operations but no one has ever tried to remove one. So without any consequences or fear, we begin to plan. Without any of these plans, we would have no basis. Even if its a simple idea, we would never be able to spawn a greater concept. Without ideas, we would still be rubbing two sticks together under a starry, cold night. We wouldn't be on the top of the food chain and evolution would of never kicked in. We wouldn't even exist. And it all consists off of a easy premise.
The easiest step was to decide on who was going to actually obtain the Occulum. It was all my suggestion, so i will become the guinea pig. The only thing that scares me is what would actually happen when we remove it from my cornea. What is it actually connected to? I'm not afraid of death, i just fear failure. I've left so much behind to stumble upon quick sand right when everything is getting interesting. We've living in the same system for over two thousand years and we need in with the new and out with the old. We need some sort of seed to be planted. And i want to be a modern johnny appleseed. But i all i need now is some rest for the retrieval.
When i rose, right before the sun peaked its flames over the horizon, to the relief of darkness and all the encumbers. I dressed the same and didn't put on some act that will be easy to distinguished in the light of day. I went into the clinic as myself and left just the same. It was a quite simple process that only needed identification and some signatures. I asked for a copy of the proposal so we could look it over later to gain a better sense of the spinning cog. The procedure wasn't so simple though. I planted a bug which was the size of a thumb-tack to watch it all as i lied on the counter, dazed and confused under a profusely hot light. The room smelled like laundry detergent and felt humid and moist. Probably to evaporate my tear ducts for any sort of mis-hap. They harness you down with many leather belts and metal chains for any lash-backs. After you are given the strong sedative, two men enter the room with full body suits to prevent any infection and for a safe disguise. Their viewfinders were one sided mirrors, just in case you do see them enter the room the shock of your own sight would send you to the morgue. They pull over a laser and some diamond encrusted knifes used only for mistakes. They first etch a small circle around the pupil and add a few drops of infectant to the area. Then they widen the eyelids to snip away until the lens is removed and they replace with a significantly smaller lens. They then pull the eye towards them a few inches and add wiring from the lens, run it down the hyloid canal, carefully split the optical nerve and attach the two. After everything seems to be working, through movements in the eye and ordinary blinking, they then insert the occulum which sits above the ear and wraps around towards the eye. It almost looks like a semi-halo that ends at the edge of the pupil, which is closest to the nose. Finally, they hammer it into place and the procedure is done. They then carry you off into an un-disclosed location for further testings and understanding of the Occulum. Somehow, they drug you to forget the training so it all seems instinctively. As if you were born with such knowledge to work a device. The last thing i remember them telling me was that the Occulum was updated systematically every time you fall asleep for optimum functionality and use. After those sentences, i said my farewells and hurried out of their. The Occulum is useless the first day since it is not trapped into existence and seamlessly updated. so all i can do now is not fall asleep until we remove this un-godly item from my face.
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