14: He would rather be crazy
It's been a week.
He had been in a state of ecstasy for almost 10 days. He just went on with his blank stare without thinking about anything.
Only with a box he didn't drop and the tiny cockroach inside the box. The gaze staring at that insect was pale and soulless. So much so that even the insect apparently gave up, sitting with him in a depressed state even if the lid of the box was opened.
This is the way of life of giving up.
His father couldn't understand what had happened to him.
But this situation would continue for a long time.
One day, while he was eating without reaction even in the face of his favorite food, until a news appeared on the television channel.
"As you can see, the new species taken to the zoo has been taken under protection. Discoveries are still ongoing..."
The fork in her hand slammed into the plate, she tore it apart.
His lips trembled. The words overflowing from that breathless breath could only express regret "I would rather be mad."
Unfortunately everything is real. Indeed, it has undergone a 1000-year time shift!
A few startling feelings came over him. The rhythmic movement of the antennae of the green beetle, which looks like a praying mantis in the news, slammed his hand on the table and caused him to stand up suddenly.
He informs the others!
This news, of course, could be translated with a little understanding of the language of insects: Food has been discovered.
It's like bees dancing when they find pollen.
Those bright glassy eyes, the spittle running from the moving pincers, were the criteria for estimating the extent of the situation. For now, a raw meat-fed entorno. But what will billions of them be fed other than humans?
Taking a deep breath, he fell from strength and sat back in the chair.
Even his trembling lips turned pale as if he were slightly bruised as he wheezed and took heavy breaths, as if he was having trouble breathing.
That day, his silence was different.
***
The air was slowly getting dark. He lay uncomfortably in his comfortable bed, staring at the empty room.
"It came today"
"It hasn't even been a month"
"Brain, it's like impossible"
"I... can't go on..."
Fear. It covered him. It was impossible. It was difficult even with the most ingenious technology of the future, but now it was simply impossible.
He slowly raised his hands and looked.
"Anyway, it's the same whether I live or die"
He was equally disgusted with both.
Already before. Even if he died, nothing would change for him, even if he lived. Maybe that's why he never even tried to commit suicide. Even for him, suicide was for those who still had hope for life.
He wanted to shake her hand, but found no strength. His hand fell loosely back onto the bed. He hummed. "I've never committed suicide before because... death disgusts me as much as life..."
"The shittiest death that can happen this way, even your end is a pile of bug dung..."
He sighed.
For a moment he was in the calmest mood possible. A thoroughly rational, emotionless depressive. It's not feeling anything, maybe it's a revolt of your brain.
He looked up at the air that was about to darken. He slowly got up and took the little box in his hand.
The bug was still stubbornly alive.
Holding the box, he calmly opened the door.
He could not feel his breath or his steps. It was moving at a light but fast pace.
Midnight.
Before he knew it, hours had passed.
His fingertips touched the dull metal handle. Slightly lowered. The only sound in the night faded slightly as the door opened in one motion.
The moonlight from the window gave him a surreal feeling for a moment. His feet stuck to the cold floor as he continued to walk.
Fingers crossed the board.
He didn't move until he found the wallet. He found his identity and dictated the information to his memory in an instant. Having learned his knowledge, he could now act in a way that would not raise any doubts about himself.
It was as if the door closed silently, erasing the last trace of his presence.
"I will reluctantly help you since there is no virtual assistant here." After speaking, the brain explained a series of analysis.
"The first priority should be to locate it. You can use the internet for this, and finally, internet cafes seem to be working here."
"I know these come with new things" explored the world and wasn't that ignorant.
He entered the Internet cafe, threw a crumpled paper that he had somehow found from his father's pocket on the table, and said "for half an hour" and proceeded to the computer. The password of the computer was not opened by the administrator yet, because he was sitting when his computer was unknown. But that didn't matter to him. He more or less understood the basic computer. These technologies, which are the ancestors of the future, were no different from bulky machines with a very simple structure.
His hands accelerated on the keyboard with explosive force. His speed, unmatched by his films, was successfully attracting a few attentions in the environment.
He could access the information he wanted by entering the most basic infrastructure. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't hard either. Half an hour had passed when he left the internet cafe.
"What's your plan?" The brain liked his idea, asking for details.
"Watch and learn"
His current body is weak and at the same time frail. He has no choice but to use others and seek help.
That night several houses quietly hosted a guest. Some of their clothes and some of their make-up were lost.
It was pretty quiet that night, and yet so sneaky.
-To be continued-