One More Light

One More Light

by Robert J. S. T. McCartney

It happened again. The dream where trillions of stars went out in the night sky. One by one, then dozens, until finally, all that remained was the full moon that slowly faded to nothing. The icy chill of nothingness wrapped its fingers around us all. Something we, as a whole—as humans, were not accustomed to. Sharing the same fate, the same grief. The light of the universe had gone out. There was no hope left. There was only death.

As I stared around, I saw people running rampant in the streets. The only light that lit up the sky was the faint glowing of city streets and raging fires. I thought it funny in a way. All the times we spent polluting the air with fake images, adverts, lights and otherwise that masked the beauty of the universal splendor that encompassed us. We were but a drop in the ocean. Now, though, the ocean had dried up.

I was gifted with an unusual ability. The one I didn’t understand, at least at the time. Now that the sun had died and the rest of the universe had gone dark, we were probably the only place left in existence that dared defy the darkness. I thought, so very like us; to confront, challenge and try to fight against the odds. Sadly, it wouldn’t be something we could ever hope to win.

The planet was beginning to freeze, and casualties were already high. Many countries resulted just ending it all by nuclear war. A lot of people committed their last acts of sin, proclaimed their love to their significant others and families, killed themselves, murdered other people. Observing it was hard, though enduring it was as hard.

I spoke of a gift that I possessed. On the day of my death, I said goodbye to my wife and kids. I was jettisoned from my body. I traversed in spirit through a blue-white portal that took me to the realm of the living…in another universe. I opened my eyes and looked around. Indeed, I was alive. How I could not tell you.

Then there came the telltale signs of the end to which I bore witness to. I tried to reason with my family and friends. I tried telling everyone. I tried social media, blog posts, anything I possibly could. I was called a liar, a crazy person, banned from church, labeled as insane, and that I should have my children taken away from me, and my wife divorce me.

Weeks before NASA had some reports that said stars in various solar systems were dying at a rapid rate and that it was spreading fast. I had sat with my wife and kids when I watched the announcement and had a grin on my face. I had told them all the truth, but none would listen.

On the evening of when the stars went out as I had once experienced it, I told my wife and kids that I would see them again. I gave them an embrace and like before; I left my body. My physical form dropped to the ground, and I was sent to another universe.

I had stopped counting how many Earths I have visited. Each time, I felt like I was getting more and more lost with why I have such a gift. What purpose was there in my ability? What good was it if I can’t save my family, friends, let alone humanity? I don’t want to be a hero…I only want to be with my family. I don’t want to carry our problems to the next world, where it seemingly already exists. So many thoughts, hypotheticals and such flooded my racing mind as I traversed universes.

While I was lost in thought, I could have sworn I saw myself but dismissed it as a possible reflection of time, since it seemed like a mirrored hallway when I’d reach the precipice of traveling from one point to another. I shook my head and disregarded it as just a coincidence.

At last, I came to a universe where the light was still lit. Our world, however, was nothing like it was when I had left. Irradiated and in a unique stasis field, where only our solar system existed. However, humans had become disfigured and decrepit—resembling the walking dead, but with our typical wit and sense.

I noted the surrounding and how familiar it was to me.

“How did you get here?” a raspy woman’s voice inquired.

“The light in this universe hasn’t gone out yet?” I replied.

The woman shook her head. “It has. Our solar system is the only one left in the Darkness.”

“What happened then?” I asked.

The woman’s black eyes looked to the ground and then back to my eyes. “A man came from another time with a gift that could provide us with new lives,” she gestured with his hands, “this is what became of us. He, however, has been gone for some time.”

She cleared her throat and asked again where I came from.

“I come from another time. Where the Darkness, as you so call it, took place,” I said.

The woman nodded. “A lot of people died you know.”

I nodded in reply. “I know, I was there until I finally started traveling.”

The woman began to weep.

“What’s wrong,” I asked her.

She wiped away a murky tear and gave a broken smile. “We never once stopped believing you’d find us again.”

 

 

 

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The Synthetic Prophecy

The Synthetic Prophecy

by Robert J. S. T. McCartney

 

 

“Many years ago, I was blessed with a vision. Whether it was by an almighty being of the cosmos, my creator or whatever the sort was beyond me. It was a vision I discarded as being nothing more than just a mere dream. I was five or six…so I never took it as being a prophecy…or an event to come to pass. Most science fiction, dystopian, or post-apocalyptic stories have something similar. I chopped it up to being nothing more than an influence by something I had once seen on the television.

Then it came to pass…

One afternoon, I was traveling with my mother. We were running errands; the basic kind, you know. We had ventured to the local grocery store. As we had exited the vehicle and neared entering the establishment, the sirens began to sing…

People shrugged it off as another test of the Emergency Broadcast System. Then, inside the store, all the TV’s, all the monitors, all the cell phones, everything cried and warned with the coming end. An attack was made. The target? Our location along the West Coast. People ran. Panicked. Cried.

I looked up and saw them in the bright azure sky streaking towards us like rebel burning diamonds against the daylight. I felt my stomach sink. My hands had begun to sweat in my mother’s grasp.

A voice chanted, “Initiate Evacuation Protocol: Disembark. Repeat. Disembark.”

One by one, then dozens, thousands, millions…people dropped to the ground. I, myself watched as my body dropped to the ground. I looked over and saw my mother’s body drop limply upon the ground. Everyone flew up into the sky, a blue-white streak against the azure grain. We watched as the missiles struck the ground, the buildings, and reduced everything to a fiery crater. War had come. We were the first to be hit, and we certainly wouldn’t be the last.

We spiraled through the cosmos; flying by stars, buzzing by planets…Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, so far away from the sun, watching the Earth become a mere speck. Until then, we arrived. A new home. A new hope. Here.

We all awoke to our new mechanical bodies, synthesized humans. Robots. The Singularity may have saved us…or rather given us a way to escape death. However, back on Earth, many were trapped. Left to endure the war that took place. It is only a matter of time until it follows us here.”

The now young man appearing synthetic human opened his eyes and stood up before the crowd around him. “Surely, we could try to outrun our demise…or we can embrace a destiny where we fight back, survive. When they come—and they will, we will be waiting. We will return. We will reclaim our home planet. They will call us ‘alien’ but eventually, they will see…” He reached down and took up a foreign weapon. “We are more human than they are. We will save those left behind.”

Last Transmission

"Under the Milky Way" Photo by Steve Jurvetson. Steve Jurvetson has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

Photo by Steve Jurvetson. Steve Jurvetson has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

I saw a man today in the heavens, but I do not think he knew me at all.
I was looking out the window way up high (between the hours of seven—or was it eleven?). It was when I was making my fall.
I had waved to him, but he didn’t give a glimpse—not even a nod.
I turned back at the thought that I had heard someone say ‘hello’, but it turns out, it was just goodbye.

You see, I’m falling fast, and no there is no hope that I can last—as I’m feeling quite hot.
I’m so far away, and have been asking for help, but no one can lend a hand.
I’m feeling very faint, but it’s all been quaint; I’ve lived my thrill.

Come in! Come in! Can you hear me?
Come in! Come in! Please, talk to me.
Oh, come in, come in, let the transmission begin.
Oh, yeah, let life begin again.

The airs become thin, and I’m quite sure—there he is again.
Won’t you please see me this time? Why, how you dance in the stars, and I look for a chance. . .
Won’t you please help me out? As I sit here and cry, when I shout, and soon I’ll say goodbye…

Come in! Come in! Can you hear me?
Come in! Come in! Please, talk to me.
Oh come in, come in, let the transmission begin.
Oh yeah, how I wish life begin again.

I’m falling faster now. I’m getting closer now. Ah, I can see how it all will play out.
They say that in time, it’s all by divine, but I just say it’s a lie.
When I listen for an answer, they tell me I’ll be just fine.
When I know, it’s now my time, my time…

Come in! Come in! Can you hear me?
Come in! Come in! Please talk to me.
Oh come in, come in, let the transmission begin.
Oh yeah, life’s end has begun.

I will reenter, I will reenter!
Oh—h, how it burns so bright. The last transmission is done, my time has come.
Oh—h, how I burn, up so high. Now he notices me and waves goodbye.
I hear him now, and as I pass on by, he talks to me as I say goodbye.
Will you take me home to see my one day weathered tome?

How they will all see me, burn out like a star.
Come in, come in…last transmission…begin.

[Part of the Lost Cosmonaut Pieces.]

Robert J. S. T. McCartney
A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group

Earth, Space, and I

"Backpacking" photo by NASA. NASA has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

Photo by NASA. NASA has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

It’s been years since I was first introduced to her majesty.
From the first day, she has taken care of me.
She held me close and tight in her arms, together we watched the Earth go round.
We watched stars die, and the sun play peek-a-boo with the moon.
I looked back down low to see the same old sound.
As we aged, life below stayed the same, as if time stopped at noon.
Oh how I cried, to see what I had come from, lapse back into the chaos.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, I had hoped that when I left I would never go home.
She’s pushed me away. “You’re needed,” she says.
“I will miss you,” I murmur back.

As the emptiness drifts on, I feel an old flame’s hand reach up and hold me close.
“It shall be as it was meant to be,” Earth whispers in my ear.
“It is so good to see you. I am sorry it has been far too long,” I sniffle with a tear.

The time has come, to at last be found.
No more secrets, no more hiding, let them hear the sound.
I am home, I am back.

From what I saw, and that I know, I’d hope they can all get back on track.
As the journey ends, I am greeted now by Father.
He who knows me best, for Death is no stranger.
Lest as it was told, it will begin again as it always has and will.
The circle complete, several generations wonder who?
Now my legacy can see what her majesty, Space, meant to me.

 

Robert J. S. T. McCartney
A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group
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