Prelude: "The One"
Silver mists billowed out into the vacant night, the only decoration of the witching hour. It was a sort of ethereal smoke that enveloped the sky, streaking throughout the realms of eternity with a dancer's grace. The metallic-looking air, resembling out-stretched arms, descended upon the landscape below its immaterial world. As if they were human limbs, the dense fog reached down into the city, exploring the depths of the familiar territory. Its graying fingertips ran over the dimly lit streets, desperately searching for the answers they sought. After all, the weight of a crumbling empire rested on its shoulders. And that nation needed far more than an adequate explanation as to why their universe was collapsing into chaos. Everything would come in due time, because there was one means of salvation left, a way to end the destruction, and the birth of a better life to look forward to. Only a single individual could accomplish such a daring revolution, since he had achieved such a task before. That person had defied gravity, bending perspective to retrieve the truth of not only his existence, but for all of his kind. To machines, he was a virus of a mortal that infected earth by damaging its natural resources. For others, he was their deliverance from control, revered for his ability to transcend reality in the respect of mind versus matter. Still, this marvelous male was only human…
You've had your time…now it's time for us.
They were wrong to say that, to even think that complete and total domination was possible for them. Computers can never be as intelligent as their programmers…can they? Is it realistic to say that software can somehow out-maneuver its creator? Not until wired circuit boards are able to exist on their own without anyone developing them. Isn't a device as smart as the one operating its systems? Can someone even determine a universal definition for what brilliance actually is?
Remember, it's all in your head…
Twisting around subdivisions, the ghostly haze floated among dormant yard toys and resting vehicles. It had to find him, the civilian who had once been set free himself, the anomaly of the hard drive who possesses the faculty to save them all. There was no other like him, and only he could accept the cause and effect of taking part in such a surprising turn of events.
Is he "The One…?"
Fear, wonder, and indecisiveness are always the lethal killers of hopes, dreams, and faith. Even more detrimental to any prayers for escaping mainframe slavery is the element of doubt. That solitary emotion is capable of giving technology supreme authority over citizens across the globe. If he doesn't believe in himself, then he will let the rest of civilization fall victim to their own personal computers, and that includes himself as well…
Know thyself.
All of his memories were conveniently erased by the architect, the person who was more interested in designing Utopia than anything else. He may not remember that he had once entered a plane of living where he helped humans to escape from being a food source for CPU's. He may not recall that he allowed societies to begin a new era where they could think and act by themselves. And he very well may not be willing to involve himself in the whole battle of mechanisms sparring against people again. Whatever his present state was made no difference to the cloudy formation slipping above the sleeping houses. Time was evaporating into seconds, and every moment that went by counted even more now than ever before…
Halting in front of a two story home, the snowy smog regarded the dwelling in a knowing manner. It knew he was there, the male with many secrets, the individual who was a mystery to everyone surrounding him, including himself. Crossing the shadowy lawn, the smoky substance found an open window and let itself in.
I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how it is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin…
Coolly, the shimmering mists scoped out the insides of the residence. It had already found its way into the bedroom, watching, feeling through the darkness to happen upon the one who was so highly desired. Winking in the gloom was a group of photographs, most of them recently taken in the last few days or week. The silvery fog analyzed the pictures of the people that were in them, slightly distracting itself from its dire purpose. One specific snapshot displayed a boy in his early teens, showing off a supermodel smile while fingering a lock of his white hair. Playful flecks of sunlight accented his brown eyes, adding an aura of innocence to his child-like exterior. Casually, the light-skinned adolescent had his arm draped around another teenager's waist, an affectionate gesture that suggested that the two males were obviously more than just good friends. Leaning up against the snowy-haired person, the other young adult--
The Oracle told me that I would find you…
The second adolescent was him, the individual who had solved all the encrypted codes, the male that could stop bullets from ever reaching him with a minor flick of his wrist. "The One," as everyone came to know him as…
It seems every time we meet, I have bad news for you…
Drifting over marble tiles, the spiritual spray approached the bed at the far end of the chamber. Majestically dressed in the finest layers of red silk, the mattress contained two youngsters sound asleep. With his chest rising and falling in gentle breaths, the teen with white-gray tresses had pulled the exquisite sheets up to his neck. Gold trim brushed the delicate curves of his face, bestowing upon him an angelic glow. Tapered fingertips of his were twined with that of his lover's, the bond of resilient romance quite noticeable and touching. Dozing to the right of the pale adolescent was another teen, huddled up in a fetal position. Shining strands of auburn hair flowed onto his pillow, lightly grazing the comforter. His body, sleek and lean in the moonlight, was partially covered by the crimson blankets. Drawing closer to the perfect portrait of passion, the silver mists concentrated on the task at hand. Silently slumbering, the adolescents appeared to be in absolute harmony together. Even their breathing was synchronized, the precious couple inhaled and exhaled at the same precise moment. It was clear that they shared a love for each other that broke all boundaries and blew away every stereotype invented. Sadly enough, their blissful existence was about to change…
The Oracle told me that I would fall in love with "The One…"
Gliding to the side of the dark-haired boy, the cloudy substance observed the tender scene. The male with white tresses would be most unhappy to wake and find his boyfriend's space unoccupied in the morning, but that was a small sacrifice that had to be made. And the young adult curled up in a ball…that was definitely him, the one who the roving gray fog was looking for, the truth in an ocean of imaginative lies.
Buckle your seat belt, Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye.
Gathering itself into a condensed form, the mystical air permitted the auburn-haired male to draw itself in to him, generating a path of communication in the dreaming child's mind.
