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He rose in the morning, sauntered out back to the stack of dried spruce, selected a round, and began to stoke his fire and fan the flames. He coerced the spark into being as he gently placed a
bar from his ream of iron into the blazing coal forge and handled h
is favourite cross-peen hammer. Upon reaching a bright yellow-orange, the fevered steel met the cold faces of hammer and anvil and began to take shape.
One afternoon, after a medical assistant procured his blood, he – the humble blacksmith –was wholly shocked upon the doctor’s statement: "You need more iron."
"You don't want this one," she said.
"Why not?" we asked.
"He never plays with the other cats, he stays up all night meowing, he poops in the food bowls and eats litter, he looks at things that aren't there, he can make himself throw up, he scratches walls and destroys furniture, and sometimes he runs in a circle for hours without any explanation. We think he's possessed." She looked at us very seriously and reached to take the cat out of our arms.
My mom and I didn't believe her. He was the cutest cat we had ever seen. He had large blue eyes and his fur was the perfect tint of orange. His purr was soft and soothing, and he was small enough to hold in one hand.
"What's his name?" my mom asked.
"Demon Spawn," the lady said.
"We'll take him," I said. The adoption lady sighed and brought us the paperwork. We took him home.
We should have believed her. Three months after bringing him home, we were forced to abandon our house. He ruined the furniture, threw up on everything, and made us see things that weren't there. Our lives ruined by a tiny cat named Demon Spawn.
They blow right past me, immersed in their own little worlds. They care only for that next meeting, that next paycheck, that next smartphone upgrade, that next meal…they are so obsessed with what more they could have. They don’t realize all that they have to lose or all that they have to give. They could take a second to look down, only to be immediately repulsed by the sight of something so dirty, so lost, so hopeless in front of them. There are some with kind hearts, who look down on me with pity and a sense of remorse. Some even will drop a few coins on the ground for which the desperate creature inside of me lunges. This is what they see me for: another dirty, homeless, jobless, hopeless man on the street who ruined his own life. But, there is something that they don’t realize. I had been just like them. Just like the businessman whose whole world exists in the device in his hands. Just like the father who, with hasty glances, steers his wife and children away from the remnants of men that this world has left to beg for scraps. Just like the teenagers who believe that they have it all figured out, that life is perfect and that everything will go their way. When reality hits, it hits hard. We all have so much to lose.
The Year was 2525
Human Civilization had thought to have reached the peak of its existence. Technology was now universally cataclysmic. We have destroyed entire solar systems, traveled to parallel dimensions, and even made our own black holes said General Yukata. But I have a feeling that we haven’t reached our final goals. And what goal would that be? Prompted Captain Louis. I’m not sure, replied the general. Ever since I was a boy back in 2020 when they had just came out with the immortality serum, I had always dreamt of bigger and better things. But Sir! Everything we have done in our lives, well it’s all just been so influential!. What more could there be out there? What other galaxies could we conquer? What other civilizations can we exploit? Captain Louis instinctively said. Ground to the fact that they, the human race, had been chosen by god himself to be his vanguards of the Universe. We’re space pioneers General! Isn’t that enough for you? Said the captain, pursuing the discussion. The General’s face grew heavy, his robotically engineered face hardly ever showed “emotion” but the captain could tell something was off. Ever since the singularity, started the general, ever since then everything became so… meaningless. But General! Replied the captain, what more is there to life? Vexed, the general looked down into the great abyss that was the infinity of space time, and replied – Captain, I think we lost that privilege a long time ago.