Prelude
Capture and freedom. Two completely different things, as any person knows. Even though a baby speaks no words, still in its heart, it must know of capture and freedom. I have two hands and in these hands I hold both my capture and my freedom.
Capture is when the heart and soul can no longer be free, and in fact doubts its own abilities. Capture is depression, hatred, anger, immorality, fear. It may even be hunger. Heh, as I write, my stomach growls. Capture…even within this dark chamber, I have not given to fear or anger, immorality, depression, or even hatred. I have not even given to hunger, or fallen to my knees because of capture. It is something very few people feel. And they feel it at their life's end.
Freedom is everything else. Freedom is happiness, friendship, love, courage, that feeling you get when you know you belong somewhere and are loved. Maybe you belong in your house, but I belong in the world out there. Like a ghost I wander through the cities, fields, prairies…until my physical body is captured.
But…is there ever any reason to feel captured?
Click, whir, processing. Animatronic data received.
A traveler of the world. Ancient prophecies downloaded, data received.
Ghost from the heavens deployed. Myths downloaded, data received.
Location: Unknown. Bionic sensors open, data being received.
It is my turn to rescue and not to be rescued. I do not know my purpose but maybe I shall find it.
Processing, data received. Location: Still Unknown. Tracing bionic skin cells now.
Processing words, feelings, laughter. Processing words spoken, thoughts had.
"Is there ever any reason to feel captured?"
I do not know. Maybe I shall find out.
It is not something that can be taught; it is something that is possessed.