I sit
here. The history books never said how
the Five came to be. I am not very sure what an hourly worker is but I have a
feeling it isn’t anything I would want to do. “Would you like me to continue with my story?
Or do you need a second to soak it all in?” I don’t need any more time. I just
need answers. “Continue please.” She
nods her head. “Okay where was I………. Right at was at the part of how we came to
be. Well as you know all of us Five had different specialties. So the leaders
put all of us together. They wanted us to create a bomb that would wipe out
people but not hurt the environment. Something that would leave no track of
poison. We tried to create what they asked. Which by the way is almost
impossible. Any kind of bomb will affect the environment. So we were all up against
the wall working day in and day out, with no home or families to go to. We
became a family I guess you could say. Once we all really trusted each other, we
started branching out from making bombs. We wanted to see what else we could
create.” She stops and laughs. “We ended up creating a technology that no one
ever thought was possible. A time machine. We really did have good intentions.
To rid the world of all the wars and crime. But we were playing God. And well
that can get to a person’s head. So I am
sure at this point in the story your wondering how any of this explains how I
had you… right?” She pauses waiting for
my response. I wasn’t thinking that at all. I was thinking about what she
meant. It all getting to a person’s head. Was she talking about herself or
Charles? I shrug, not really sure what to say. “There are many rules being one
of the Five. One of them is that we can’t go too far into the future, not past
our own time we came from. At some point we are going to let the people run their
own lives again. We were giving you the guide lines of how to care for yourselves.
At some point we are going to grow old in whichever part of Timetopia we see
fit for us. No more erasing people. We all agreed at some point we would have
weeded out all the mentally unstable, so there would be no need for erasing.”
At some
point they plan on letting us run our own lives. No more erasing. “You don’t
think we are ready now?” she smiles. “Not yet. Right and wrong is still blurry
to all of you. That might however be our fault.” How could it not be her fault? They are the
ones who decided long ago what is right and wrong. “Why do you think that we don’t know what
right and wrong? You are the one who laid out what right is.” She rolls her eyes. “Well you guys don’t think
twice about being erased. You all just do as you’re told. Which isn’t what we
intended. If no one thinks for themselves it just takes one loud voice to would
rule all of you. None of you even ask what it is to erase someone.” I knew that
people got erased because we were told but she was right I never thought about
is where they go or how it happens. “So what is it to be erased?” She smiles.
“I’m glad you asked.” She gets up and grabs a photo album. She hands to it to
me. “I don’t understand.” She smiles “I know you don’t. Open it and look
through it before you ask questions.” I open the album. It’s full of pictures
of other time Timetopians. Looking through it I still am not sure what any of
this has to do with being erased. “Okay I still don’t get it. I’m sorry.” She
nods. “None of these people were born. The ones in the beginning became murders
or cult leaders, to the end they were just erased for not agreeing with the ways
of Timetopia.” How am I looking at pictures of people who were never born? There
has never been a murder in Timetopia until Rev got here. “How?”
Is all that seems to come out of my mouth. “That’s the good thing about
being a time traveler. When ever some one would make trouble in paradise we
would just go back in time. We would go back all the way back to when their
parents were kids and shoot them with a shot that would make them unable to
have kids. So they would never be born. That is how we kept murder, perverts
and just mentally unstable people from being born. We prevent tragedy or pain.
Well, that’s how we originally did it.” I look back down at the photo album but
in a different light. They are all just
kids’ photos. “They all became bad people as kids?” She slides the photo album
in front of her. “I only kept their kid photos. It was to remind me why we are
doing this. I take erasing someone very seriously. Although we vote on it, 3
out of 5 gets some one erased. When they started just erasing people for not
agreeing with them… I couldn’t and still don’t understand.” So what’s the song meant in school. I sing it
in my head, “Disagree with the black coats and you will disappear. Never to be
heard from, never to fear.” Wow this makes me look at my childhood differently.
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