I look out the window and watch as the sun seems ready to swallow the entirety of the landscape and engulf the sky in a bright, bright light that is far beyond blinding.
I prepare for the worst, but there still is time. There always still is time. This is not one of those situations where the best that can be done is wait and hope for the best. No, action must be taken.
My gear is ready. I head for the exit door and into the streets. The quiet streets, for everyone is locked away, protecting themselves in the hollow hope that something good will come from all of this.
The sun seems ready to engulf the earth in its brilliance and there is little that can be done, but I must act. I must continue forward and try and apply the solution that has been prepared for all of these years for this moment in time.
I don’t know as to how this is all going to work out, but I need to step forward. I need to step through the hard shades as finer details seem to be disappearing. They have been for a while and only now it is that they are becoming more of a lingering memory than they are something that truly exists, or even existed.
The heat is unbearable, and yet it seems as though it’s not even there. It has gotten so hot that the feeling is beyond heat. I still know that it is there, however. I know that in my mind and somehow based on my sensory cells that govern certain senses, the heat is still there and it is more of a sign that I need to act quickly.
Around a corner, more empty streets. At intersections, not a person, not an active car. No animals to be seen anywhere. I look up to windows and can see ideas of people cast onto thin sheets and other objects raised in the hopes that it will help keep all that is approaching us out.
I keep on moving forward and eventually I reach a location open enough to be able to head toward the sun and do what I need to do.
I prepare and, after enough time, launch myself upward and into the sky. The thrust engines are doing their job and I need to continue on with doing mine.
I move beyond the atmosphere and toward the direction of the sun. It seems far larger than it normally would seem and I am merely a blip on its radar, although that description could be considered generous at best.
I’m moving faster than any person has previously. I am moving faster than I thought I ever could. All of this seems so unreal, and yet it still needs to be done.
The heat tears and kisses at my protection, but I keep going. I prepare and I release the solution.
The light is beyond blinding, but I push forward.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:30:43
Slow, but I think that is due to being hungry.
Originally I set out to write something more like a political drama.
Not sure how it became this.
Written in Redfern.