- Joined
- Oct 13, 2017
- Location
- Hungary
I am waking up from a very deep sleep.
The first thing I notice immediately, that since long time I do not have headache. That is surprises me. Very difficult to thinking, I feel that my brain is so incredibly slow. Lasts for very long time to arrive to the question, why my head is used to be aching?! For a long time there is no answer, I can’t dig out anything about that. Then remembrances charging me: a sharp stitch in my brain then a blackout. I’ve lost few hours. Go to hospital, examinations. Worrisome doctors, and my parent’s scared look. Brain tumor, Glioblastoma Multiform. Further examinations, sadness, fear, lethargy. Flight.
“I’m In Moscow!” hits me the thought.
Yes, we have travelled to Moscow, to KrioRus, to try something, what is probably only a bait. PhD. Pichugin and his team tries to help me, so, that they try to keep to the after-ages, hoping, that in the future will be found out, how to bring back humans from this state, and cure the Glioblastoma Multiform.
Involuntarily I reach to my mother’s and my father’s hand, but I do not find them neither side. Seconds before – or at least I felt only seconds, in the reality who knows, how much year was that time? – they held my hands in theirs, and now they are not here anymore. Probably they are dead already. It saddens me. At the same time, I feel hope as well. Hope, that we might succeed.
I hear a door opens, then closes. Very subtle noises of steps. Then something has been pulled, grazing, then the noises are subsiding.
I try to open my eyes, I really try. But my eyelids are so incredibly heavy! I can bench press 1,350 pounds, but I cannot lift my eyelids. I struggling, then slowly, very slowly I can open my eyes. First, I can hardly see anything. Everything is so blurry, and the light is so harsh. Needs very long time – dozens of seconds, or even minutes? – to get my sight clear. I am lying on my back, and I am looking to the ceiling. It is a normal, light colored one, seems it belongs to a regular room.
I turn my head to the sides, but unfortunately neither my mum, nor my dad is there. Though that is not unexpected, it still struck, and saddens me.
However, I see a girl in the room.
I look around disturbed. The room is not familiar to me, so my confusion is not lessen. As I look around in the room, I starts to notice the details: the walls are covered with such panels, which I saw in sci-fi movies and tv-series, and I do not see any window. The ceiling glows with subtle, natural looking light, making light conditions like it would sunset.
I lift my head a little, and look on to the girl. She sits on a chair, left on my bed. She is astonishingly beautiful, around 20 years old, might be a bit older. She has shoulder length, cyclamen colored hair, and she sets her bright blue eyes on me. Her features are emotionless, and calm. She wears a tight fitting, futuristic looking pants, and a matching, long sleeved top, like a long-sleeved t-shirt. Her body lithe, yet femininely muscular, athletic.
Her hair, and outfit, the details of the room suggest me that I am not in 2021 anymore.
“We’ve done it” I sigh, then I look to the girl again “What is the date?”
The first thing I notice immediately, that since long time I do not have headache. That is surprises me. Very difficult to thinking, I feel that my brain is so incredibly slow. Lasts for very long time to arrive to the question, why my head is used to be aching?! For a long time there is no answer, I can’t dig out anything about that. Then remembrances charging me: a sharp stitch in my brain then a blackout. I’ve lost few hours. Go to hospital, examinations. Worrisome doctors, and my parent’s scared look. Brain tumor, Glioblastoma Multiform. Further examinations, sadness, fear, lethargy. Flight.
“I’m In Moscow!” hits me the thought.
Yes, we have travelled to Moscow, to KrioRus, to try something, what is probably only a bait. PhD. Pichugin and his team tries to help me, so, that they try to keep to the after-ages, hoping, that in the future will be found out, how to bring back humans from this state, and cure the Glioblastoma Multiform.
Involuntarily I reach to my mother’s and my father’s hand, but I do not find them neither side. Seconds before – or at least I felt only seconds, in the reality who knows, how much year was that time? – they held my hands in theirs, and now they are not here anymore. Probably they are dead already. It saddens me. At the same time, I feel hope as well. Hope, that we might succeed.
I hear a door opens, then closes. Very subtle noises of steps. Then something has been pulled, grazing, then the noises are subsiding.
I try to open my eyes, I really try. But my eyelids are so incredibly heavy! I can bench press 1,350 pounds, but I cannot lift my eyelids. I struggling, then slowly, very slowly I can open my eyes. First, I can hardly see anything. Everything is so blurry, and the light is so harsh. Needs very long time – dozens of seconds, or even minutes? – to get my sight clear. I am lying on my back, and I am looking to the ceiling. It is a normal, light colored one, seems it belongs to a regular room.
I turn my head to the sides, but unfortunately neither my mum, nor my dad is there. Though that is not unexpected, it still struck, and saddens me.
However, I see a girl in the room.
I look around disturbed. The room is not familiar to me, so my confusion is not lessen. As I look around in the room, I starts to notice the details: the walls are covered with such panels, which I saw in sci-fi movies and tv-series, and I do not see any window. The ceiling glows with subtle, natural looking light, making light conditions like it would sunset.
I lift my head a little, and look on to the girl. She sits on a chair, left on my bed. She is astonishingly beautiful, around 20 years old, might be a bit older. She has shoulder length, cyclamen colored hair, and she sets her bright blue eyes on me. Her features are emotionless, and calm. She wears a tight fitting, futuristic looking pants, and a matching, long sleeved top, like a long-sleeved t-shirt. Her body lithe, yet femininely muscular, athletic.
Her hair, and outfit, the details of the room suggest me that I am not in 2021 anymore.
“We’ve done it” I sigh, then I look to the girl again “What is the date?”