Imagine – Bunnies
Thick
steel rings close in a cage. A giant steel cage, in which I’m closed. I put my
hand outside and the rings crush it off immediately. Luckily they are kind
enough to let me have it back in a couple of days and I put it back. A bit
stinky but I stopped minding it. I have nothing to do in this cage. I can’t
even look at myself in the blood, gathered on the floor, creating a wide pool.
I can only stand still, gazing at the screen in front of me.
On the
screen there are little fluffy bunnies. I mean they appear later, let me
explain. The bunnies are on an eternal cycle of play. Their goal, their
greatest wish is to play, but here’s what happens: they are hatched from common
Easter eggs and then they spend several days rolling in the grass, until they
get their sight and strengthen up. During which they feed with grass and the
fluff they shed. When they grow up, the bunnies immediately jump to start
playing. They make up the rules and give roles to each bunny. By the way, the
bunnies are always five: two male and three female. The bunnies just start to
play, however, when they realize they are mature enough to start breeding in
the most bunniest ways. Remember, their goal is to play – I’m certain of that.
Soon, very soon, they will start, I say that to myself each time. The breeding
ends and we have five pretty little eggs.
Now they will
play! But the bunnies are too old and tired. They have a bit of strength to
look at their surroundings. From their sight they see a charming meadow. There
are trees, maybe even birds, but none are heard – the screen is mute. The
bunnies are cuddled close to some green bushes with yellow flowers. That’s it.
They decide to look around, maybe go somewhere. They cover up the eggs, so to
keep them warm and hidden and the bunnies go somewhere. At this moment I always
stretch my hand to them, so they take me with them. And in the same moment the
rings tare off my hand. The screen at this moment restarts and the bunnies
hatch again.
I’ve seen
this screen so many times, that I’m convinced in only one thing – that the
bunnies want to play. But every time, they just make up the game and then
decide to breed. Afterwards they are too old and tired. They go out to look
around as I stretch my hand to them and the screen restarts.
Once I put
all my will to the hand, to try and make it move and it did tremble, I think,
but that gave me a headache. I didn’t try again. One day, when I’m feeling
fresh I will force myself not to put my hand outside to see where are those
bunnies going and why aren’t they taking me with them. Perhaps where they
cannot see and I cannot make it…
The End of the World
I’m sleepy. Sleeping is a good
thing. So good, it leaves me breathless. That’s right, when I sleep, I don’t
breathe. When I wake up, I take my first sip of air. Then I discover my body.
In my sleep I’m incorporeal. I don’t exist, at least to materially. A wondrous
thing is sleeping. It robs you of identity, takes away your body, mind, breath
even… even your privates!
I become clean as an angel and
float in eternity. At my will, the spark of God, every image appears every
bear… yes, that’s right – my sleeping has no dreams, but bears.
They are docile however. At my command, they roar, soar, and even turn to
horses. I can ride such a horse along the rainbow of time; see myself as young
or old. Fix my teeth, even make a pizza! Pizza with corn and cheese… m-m-m.
But some
dreams I mess up. Some dreams have instead of bears, pizzas and horses –
squirrels! Some dreams are filled with flying squirrels. They latch onto my
dream and eat the bears… luckily they don’t like pizza.
In these dreams I see the last
peoples of the Earth – Americans, Chinese and Japans. They fight ferociously
each other. And the other nations? Well, when we have three fighting powers at
each other’s throats, what happens to the lesser ones? They are ……….. . You
guessed it! I can even see how they fight: the Americans sow propaganda and
calls for peace to all, even themselves. And whoever doesn’t accept peace, must
accept the axe… to the head… in the form of atomic bombs and rockets. The
Japans, being the least in numbers ride their giant robots with code names
‘Voltron’, ‘Transformer’, ‘Power’, ‘Ranger’, ‘Megas’, ‘Jegr’, ‘Godzilla’ and
many more, whom I don’t remember. They crush, destroy and mathematically
exploit the stupidity of Americans. Finally are the Chinese, who, being the
most in numbers can do whatever they like. They have no need for tactics or
weapons, or anything military. Propaganda doesn’t affect them as it doesn’t
bring them money, nor cheap sneakers to fix. Destruction doesn’t affect them
either, as they restore their losses with mass reproduction and genetically
modified Chinese food. Let’s say they have to stop a Japanese robot, the
Chinese simply have to throw enough people against it, until the machine is
buried in bodies and the person inside it has choked to death.
By all odds it seems that the
Chinese will be victorious!
But what is this... Is it a bird? A
plane? No, but legions of flying squirrels.
They cover the skies, and their
fluffy tails are like thousands of Scythes of Death. They come down with their
godly power and destroy nations worldwide. Even the Chinese cannot lick their
wounds fast enough.
The squirrels seem invincible, so
everyone has to let loose their secret power: the American distribute Fast
food, which weakens and poisons everyone… even themselves. In their intoxicated
condition the Japanese self-destruct the robots as a form of hara-kiri. The
explosion throws flying bombs of Chinese people everywhere. The combination of
Chinese and fast food in their systems turns them into kamikazes. Wherever they
fall, they explode with awesome power. This kills many squirrels too, but not
enough to push them back… what a desperate situation.
As I have no idea how to go on and
seeing as dreams often leap forward, let’s see how this turns out in time. A
race of lizard-men has appeared from the canals and is eating what’s left of
the human bodies, filled with toxins. This builds-up their immune system,
making them rulers of Earth. There they are, riding my beautiful, shiny bears
in the meadows, taking joy in world peace, loving and breeding.
I take my first breath of air. My
body is created, it wakes and activates, as I wish I had a beautiful girl next
to me, to hold and to tell her of the end of the world. And that I destroyed
it.
