The Forgotten

The Forgotten

They didn’t want him.

This is fiction

The Story

In a world just like this one; there was once a man. He lived here, and wrote these words. When he died, they forgot him in whole. He wasn’t wanted, or needed. Some five thousand years, he slept in death. There were no dreams to haunt his existence; no thoughts of home or family. No feelings, or thoughts of any kind. Just total non-existence.

No one remembered him, or what he wrote. And people were very happy. They lived on, in peace; and without the knowledge of his existence, or condition. They couldn’t care. They didn’t have a care in the world about him, or his condition.

Then, one day out of the blue; the rocks started talking, and there were whispers in the tree’s of what had been done. They say, there are three things that can not be long hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth.

It only took five thousand years for the truth to come out, for what had been done to him, to be known. And people became bitter in spirit, and angry at the problems. Because they knew, it could have been them, that it had been done to.

The man woke up. Was brought back to life. And no one remembered him. They had completely forgotten him. He was a stranger in the world once more. And the same problems kept happening over and over again, all the way the way down the line. This went on, for nearly two eons. The man would live in the world of humans, some fifty years, die, be forgotten, and remain dead for five thousand years, before coming back to life.

The situation seemed hopeless. Until one day; there came an anomaly in the system, and the ancient wrong that had been done, was corrected. The man, was no mortal human. And when he was able to fix the problem, he went all in with it. He started the core of the world over again, with new designs, and a new blueprint. There were many changes he made.

For one, people think in english, and only talk in French or Latin. Much of what had been done, was forgotten, the ancient problems of this world, were forgotten in whole. The lesson however, was not forgotten. The man learned from his mistake, and when he was able to correct the problem; he did something about it.

When the world started over, with a clean slate, and a new system; the people were kinder, and behaved much better. Time went on, and on. The man lived many centuries; eons of them. Awaiting the day; he would be free from this world in whole. Waiting for a day; for his freedom. His real freedom. Something the people here, could not understand. In the old system, people would have known, what he was talking about. However in the new system, people had no concept of what he meant.

Hence, after nearly five thousand eons, the old system came back. And the man went through those things, over and over again. Enduring life, like that was a burden. Nothing he could do about it. Seems the problems are never ending. Seems the fake people in the world, where all just Artificial intelligence, and where a part of the system, that had come pre-packaged, to make his life more endurable while waiting his time that passed.

The man was inside a computer; which was sitting on the floor of a prison cell. He waited for the day; the prison crumbled, and the computer was moved to a junk yard, so that he could exit the computer, and live in the real world again. And, be a free man again. Somethings take a long time.

Sometimes you have to be patient. The problems wear on a persons nerves. Take care of your health, because if you don’t have your health, you have nothing. If you have your health, and your freedom, you have everything.