Shaz walked along the path, unaffected, alive, aware and
courteous to the others around him. He was different, not exactly the same, but
that didn’t matter as he was mostly ignored by each and every single one of
them. Born different, hardly even noticed other than the ever present digitally
created social circles, he remained a joyful, adventurous, singular creation within
his world.
He’d been born into the time of the great epidemic, the
changes now apparent to the few that looked above and beyond their digital artefacts.
He continued his journey, avoiding the snail-paced people occupying various
sections of the walkway. He was always first, to every single event,
destination or planned online visit. He smiled, hands feeling warm within his
thick winter jacket, his day simply moving with ease.
His parents were also different, to a point, resisting most
of the temptations that arrived with the illness that gripped society. They had
mobile phones, computers, tablets and electronic watches, but somehow placed
the temptation aside for their actual living daily lives. Shaz, on the other
hand, arrived into the world with a rare, complicated, vision displacement
shift. He could see the world around him, as clear as day, with only the
electronic displays appearing as blurred objects. The family had sought help,
enquired for years, with no single establishment realistically caring. The
refresh, the moving screens that displayed all of their technicolour splendour
and information, causing him headaches as well as motion sickness.
It was odd for his parents, at first. Teaching methods had
changed since they were young, with all modern curriculum being presented over
electronic formats. Shaz didn’t mind as he’d eventually come to understand the
world through learned eyes. The scholars of old, through old fashioned text
booklets, expressing their wisdom with clarity and ease. He’d eventually
discovered the wonders of text to speech but sadly, found the newfound
teachings to be tainted with political ideals and endgames.
In School, the silence of each class, was a daunting event
for a mind as young as his. He would read his book, discovering adventures as
well as long lost forgotten places, while his friends simply shared nothing
from his world. The divides formed, the ideals separated, with his eyes
witnessing the intolerance and segregation of a world lived online. The more he
touched the world around him, brushed against the very earth they all stood
upon, he witnessed the great depressive state encompass all of them. Each of
his friends, grasping, aching, caught within the ever present need to feel
instant justification.
He wanted to say something, to express more and to help them
as much as he could, but the eventful realisation that a digitally encompassed
mind would never survive away from the stimulus of constantly searching for
barren justification, silenced him. There would never be a saviour, the further
they all stepped away from their own lives, to live a life online. He was
present, in the moment, enjoying the very life in front of his own eyes. Even
when eating, when surrounded by friends, they would be experiencing a
disconnected online conversation with others.
The loneliness bothered him, pressing against his heart,
until he released himself from the burden of caring for others than didn’t even
care for themselves. The transitory, evaporated, emotionally vacuous nature of
it all, stinging him to let go of the corpses surrounding him. Within a second,
a moment’s release of barren connectivity, he’d smiled as he left them to their
own closed devices. He’d let go of his parents’ memory, the years previous, his
tears being filled with the warmth of a world filled with nature and
tranquillity. He’d found peace through the remembered words of his own Mother, with
his Father’s unfaltering wisdom raising him through the differences of the very
basic function of his eyesight and more.
His smile grew, the feelings of freedom within embracing his
aura, warming his very heart that wished for more. He already knew the answer
to the question he’d not even asked himself. He’d already found the stability
that each of his friends wished for upon each day. They’d whine, exclaiming
their despondent notions, whilst making no realistic change to enable the
chance of improving. Each outcome, the fault of another. Each upset, the
biggest drama of the day. Any missed clicks and likes, becoming the abandonment
living within their very dying hearts and souls.
Shaz continued to walk through the people standing around
him. Each clasping their chosen wireless heart within their weak, chilled,
shaking hands. The disease, the entrapment of a soft screaming consciousness,
already written into their eyes and minds. This epidemic, freely and willingly
embraced by all.