The King SPEAKS

MoonMan

Posted on April 11th, 2007 by The King.
Categories: Life, School.

As he opens the door to his studio apartment he saw himself in the mirror against the lightning and storm. He could see his silhouette in the mirror in front of him. Someone must have fiddled with the settings again, he thought. This is the moon and there’s no weather on the moon. He mumbled some words and looked around to see a bed, a control box, the mirror and nothing else but blackness. He was tired, not only of his job, but of life itself. He had given up so much to reach this point, but all seemed lost somewhere. Life wasn’t worth anything anymore, and there was nothing he could do.

This was the 22nd century, the part of history called the Great Migration. Since the 20th century, the human civilization was slowly losing the earth. Years went by and the population kept on increasing, causing numerous problems for mankind. Scientist began to research the various disasters occurring, their frequency increasing every so often. They called it global warming, the earths way of losing the excess weight it was carrying. No one paid attention to the scientist, everyone skeptical of the research. They called the whole thing ludicrous because it had “inconclusive data”. No one learned from the disasters, the great Hurricane Katrina, the heavy snow in Africa, the rise of sea level, not one event, taken alone or as a whole, could bring the humans to realize the truth. It’s amazing what the power of denial can do. Luckily, just on the edge of the hill, humans found a new hobby; living on other planets. When the first houses were built on the Moon, it was a luxury. Only Kings, Presidents and Gods alike would have their homes there, lavishly decorated with everything you could want. As time went by, necessity as well as social norm made the moon more accessible. An average Joe could buy a home on the moon now to live it. Just like the television when it came out centuries ago; a big thing to have one when it came out, but later on one was just a social outcast if one didn’t have it.

Humans can be very stupid, never learning from their mistakes. Social norm invariably led to segregation. People from the lower class were now mandated to live on earth, even if they could afford a dome on the moon. The reasoning, to maintain the sanctity of the moon. Sanctity, a nice word to describe something so unjust and wrong. But what could they have done, in the end, they were just the working labor, the lower class. No one cared about them, not now, not ever. They still tried, never accepting defeat, gaining political power by any means. This is exactly what Erebus had done. Born into a poor family, he was raised knowing what he had to do to get out of this hellhole. When 18, he killed his brother because he might have taken the position available down at the embassy. He had killed the same brother that gave him the extra money when he needed it most, sheltered him not just from their parents but from the world. The worst part, he felt no guilt. He was raised knowing that he had to do what was necessary. He was a self-made man.

Gliding his hands through his hair he realized that it was wet. He never understood why they had a weather box when the only condition they wanted was nice and sunny afternoon. He didn’t understand a lot of things about this place, but he had gotten used to it. When he first came here, he taught himself not to question anything, he feared getting thrown out. He was already an outcast because he was not old money; any attention to him would just make things just worse. He found friends now, friends who help him, and take care of him. Today he seemed occupied with thought; he felt a feeling of loneliness. It had been 25 years since that job in the embassy, the one which landed him his first ticket to the moon. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t happy. He felt morose, for what, he did not know. While he dried his hair, he thought about his family back home. He wondered how they were, whether they were alive or not. One couldn’t survive there, no matter how hard he or she tried. He had the sudden urge to go back, to see what it was like. Whether it was the rush of facing the danger, or the pleasure of seeing himself better than others, he wanted to go there.

Days went by, the same mundane activities, day in and day out. He never really got the thought of going back out of his mind. It didn’t really bother him until he found out that his father had died. It had finally happened, just like that. He wanted to do something, he was a self made man but he still felt emotions. He felt no guilt for killing his brother, but he was still human, he still had ties with his family. He wondered how the rest of his family was, now that the man of the family had died. Oh! How the thought itched in his mind whether or not to go back. Feelings weren’t the only thing stopping him, there were the immigration laws. Once you go to that place, you have to stay there for at least a year. His job, his career, everything on the line. Did he want to take such a risk, just for emotions? He decided he had to, for himself, for his brother, for his father. He called his friends, tell him he was going. They told him no, it’s not worth it. He didn’t listen, he went on.

It had been a week since he decided to go back. There weren’t a lot of flights going back to earth apparently, no one wanted to go. He was anxious, sitting there in his space ship, moving around, clasping his hands tightly, and palms sweaty. “This is your Captain speaking” he just zoned out of the whole conversation. He wondered what it was like, was it going to be horrible, poverty and death everywhere? Just before liftoff he doubted his intentions one last time, should he do this, he asked himself one last time. The space ship lifted, it was too late.

The great thing about traveling by a space ship was that they sedated you until you reached there. One didn’t have to worry about anything, just peaceful sleep. As he was given the sedation, he wondered once again what it’d be like. This time before he could answer his own question, he fell asleep. Waking up days later, he realized that they were just outside the earth’s orbit. There was something enigmatic about the view, the earth actually looked beautiful. He could see green land and blue water. Could the rumors he had heard be true? Had they actually made the earth a better place to live? As he hit the bump of entering the earth’s atmosphere again, he had a smug look on his face; he realized that he had made the right choice. It was worth the risk. But deep down inside he felt guilty that the reason he came back was for himself, not for his family. He wanted a new life, away from the moon, he wanted the political power he once had, and the only place he could get that was on earth. He would be the ruler of these people, the lowlifes, because he was from the moon, he was the Moonman. With that title came great power on earth which he desired so deeply!

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