Story 60. Written by Rosa J. Vargas
2025 April 11, Friday
22:11
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. This is not true.
Once upon a time, there was a man. He was a king, and they imagined him to be a god; such was the power he held over the living. He often went out to the desert with his cat and stopped by the statue, pondering, watching the moon, or gazing into the dark eye of the monster. There was an eerie silence, and the world played in strange, pale lights. Every night, they were alone. People and animals slept in the great distance. He looked at the statue, and like others, he couldn't understand how this giant monster had come to be there. No one remembered a time when it wasn't there. Who could have made it, how, they had no idea. It depicted a lion or a jaguar, I can't remember. Then, time passed, and he felt compelled to spend every night there, next to the statue. He had a tent set up there, and when he got tired, he slept there. He often dreamed of the statue. Then, in a dream, the animal's head transformed, and he saw his own face in it. He didn't know what to do, he fell into a huge dilemma. Was this a sign? Were the gods asking him to carve the head into his own image? Then, he got scared of the idea; if he did that, he would ruin the perfect, this work of art would become disproportionate, maybe even ridiculous. A small head, with his face, on the body of a huge animal. Posterity would also think of him as a barbarian and a conceited man. Then, as time passed, he felt that he was going to die. He thought, in this statue, he could live forever. He would be transfigured into this stone, and every night, when the moon rose, he would see the world, and the world would see him. Until the end of time. He gave the order, even though his heart froze with fear. Then, again, a lot of time passed, and people no longer remembered how that statue with the human head had gotten there, who carved it, why? Who was that face when he was alive, who was it modeled after? Later, pyramids were built next to it, and the statue was named the Sphinx.
22:53
I wake up from a dream. I can still feel your body. The brain is an organ that is capable of anything. It can shape reality as the consciousness wants. Only people haven't realized this yet, or aren't capable of it yet. Maybe homo sapiens never will be. But with help, yes. Practically, what you can imagine, you can also realize. This is a law in the quantum world and in the future, the reality. Now, let's imagine a reality that is not reality. There is a twin pair in the future, a boy and a girl. In a few months, they will be 14 years old. The boy says, let's go back in time and teleport our consciousness into the body of an old man, a writer. It happens. This writer, who lives now, is called Rosa J. Vargas by her stage name. We can imagine, for example, that time travel is possible in the future. But there are forbidden time zones where you can't go because they change the future. Or they can cause chaos or time breaks. You can go to the age of the dinosaurs because they will be destroyed when the comet hits. It doesn't change the future if we take a few home and keep them in an aquarium. Obviously, it's like stealing a rock from a cave, but it's just a misdemeanor. You're even doing them good, they won't die, although they will live in a virtual world for them, but in company and they won't even know they are alone. So far, there has been one entry into the forbidden zone, Jesus. This changed the world, but it was not possible to prevent it or undo it later. Let's say the twin pair enters the forbidden zone. Just for the sake of adventure. They don't want a time break, they're afraid they'll get in trouble when they go home. So they go back, clone the writer, send her to the future, and take over part of her consciousness. In order to study this ancient time, this human ignorance that is here now, through her. They imagine that these cavemen will idolize them and appreciate their more developed brain abilities. But that's not what happens, quite the opposite, but they don't know that. They hope that they can influence these people and that their parents will forgive them if they bring some gifts from here. They think they will get two paintings, hide them in a place that will remain unchanged for 50,000 years, and when they get home, they will give them to them, and the people who live there will simply give them to them out of gratitude. They want the Mona Lisa and the Salvador Mundi. But they are not prepared for the fact that the consciousness into which they clone themselves is not exactly what they expected. Maybe it hasn't awakened in history yet, so her book won't be published in her time, and she's not even aware of her abilities, but by possessing her, she awakens and recognizes and sees the world. She can hold the two children captive, who can't really go back anyway because they forgot the way, and she can also make a deal with the parents as well as the local authorities. Or the NASA. In reality, her book would only have been published when she was long dead and there would be no trace of her on the planet except for her story. Maybe just a rumor that she was seen here and there, roaming in the mountains or wandering in the cities or wandering in the forests. In any case, there is no trace of her in time after she turns 81. She looks the same as she does now or as she wants to, even hundreds of years from now. But the boy has an idea that no one has thought of. With a jump from the five hundredth century, he comes back to the fiftieth. Here, with the help of nanorobots, he extracts all the DNA from the existing garbage dumps where the writer's garbage was taken and clones every single person. Then he selects the writer based on the external features that are unique to her. There are signs on her body that are unique to her and prove that she is not homo sapiens. A two-conscious being. One that only forms once per universe. A conjoined twin growing together at their brains. But with this, they let the genie out of the bottle because it is incomprehensible to the people living then or even in the future what such a being is capable of. Maybe only her descendants will be able to manipulate reality in the future, they need the genes that she has. The book she wrote, the legend of spring, will be so popular in the future and so guiding that it will sell more than anything else and will also receive a posthumous literary Nobel Prize. That's why the twin pair travels back to this past being. Maybe this writer is their ancestor, maybe the ancestor of one of the human races of the future, just as homo sapiens has an ancestor whose DNA can be traced back 50,000 years. Obviously, in this depraved, dark age, no one can imagine that anyone besides a few people could understand this, no matter how simply we write it. Therefore, so that the future doesn't change, we upload the book to the hidden page, but we have no expectations, we can't. It is unimaginable that these primitive beings who imagine themselves to be the rulers of the planet now could grasp even a single letter of it. Kings, skiers, there's no one else here besides us. Where did you go, where are you, what are you doing? God only knows what it means. No matter how much you listen, it only makes your situation more noticeable. I'm not surprised if you can't find your place. If a shepherd has business, he digs graves for the elephants. This is a wings-tucked, upward fall. There's no one else here besides us. Dreams fall with tucked wings.
2025 April 12
07:25
Before leaving, the girl blurts out the plan to a friend, a classmate. Before the gate closes, some secretly follow them. When the security service arrives at the time gate, they find a strange creature in front of the broken gate. A huge panic breaks out, the security protocol is immediately activated, and time is stopped in their world and the whole thing is taken out of the time stream, then the crisis team meets.
08:33
The Legend of Spring
Written by: Rosa J. Vargas
The End
Postscript: 100% that the girl lives forever.
Mind Over Time
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