Short story

Celestial Blue

5 minute read

I am lying on the grass when it happens – a sound of thunder all around me. I am pulled up into the air, as if catapulted by an invisible slingshot; somewhere down below, I hear the distant sound of my own scream.

The buildings disappear beneath me, then the clouds, the atmosphere, space. The stars blend into one another. I reach the speed of light, then cross it. Time and space fold into themselves.

I am far away now. My mind fractures into a million different versions of myself. They all travel with me. We relive every memory of our life in a flashing second.

Finally, I stop. The edge of our universe lies in front of me. A black mirror that extends beyond infinity.

On the other side, I see it.

It speaks to me.

It says,

Do not be afraid. This is just the beginning.
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When I return to Earth several decades have passed. I stand in a field of green and enjoy the feeling of wind on my face. My body reflects light, but time and space no longer constrain me.

My wife is terrified when I materialise in the living room. She has re-married, they have children. I am happy for her. Perhaps it was selfish of me to visit; I just wanted to say goodbye.

When I make myself known to the world there is widespread panic. We humans are quick to perceive danger in the unknown – it is the way evolution has wired us to survive. The military gather around me, shots are fired.

When it ends, every living person on the planet hears my voice inside their mind, speaking reassuringly to them in their own language.

Everyone sees their past and their future. Then I show them what lies beyond.

I say,

Do not be afraid. This is just the beginning.
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They call me the Emissary. The One who came from the Great Beyond. Some worship me as a god; others see me as a sign of the end of times.

I thought that, by showing them the future, I would bring them a sense of inner peace. That this would release them from the shackles of space and time, comfort them in the knowledge that, while our measure of control over the elements is small, there is meaning to be found in the infinitely small movements of our daily lives.

But everything went horribly wrong. Confronted with the inevitability of their individual fates, people lose their sense of purpose. Some lose their minds, adrift in the inescapable finality of it all.

One woman in particular haunts me. After years spent searching for her missing son, she finally sees that he has been dead for over two decades. Unseen, I approach her as she sits on the dishevelled sheets of her bed; glimpse something about her fading before switching off. It is a moment I have watched many times, yet have come no closer to understanding.

The wrinkles around her face relax, her lips part ever so slightly, the eyes joining them in vacant stare. Blank.

She gets up and walks along the white corridors of her apartment, out into the balcony, steps over the rail and drops ten floors to her death. No hesitation or guilt or fear, simply an acknowledgement of defeat. Giving up is the death of Man.
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Around the world, the ripples of foretold futures expand and multiply. I see decades play out over what I perceive as mere seconds.

Nations rebel against their would-be invaders before a single shot is fired. Weaponised satellites are deployed, hidden bio-chemical warfare released in haste by those who sense a window of opportunity in their claim to power.

The few who achieve inner piece are caught in the chaos. Watching them in fast forward over the years is like watching innocent bystanders caught in a cross-fire. The painful truth of our world is that hunger towers over compassion.

I have failed them. I know now that Humanity will end as a result of what I did. All this power and yet I am unable to rewrite history, to fix my own mistake. But there is hope yet. I must save them.

Before disappearing, I send them one final message.

I say,

Do not be afraid. This is just the beginning.

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