“He was too limited to figure out the truth, you know that.”
I shuffled my feet, “Apparently.”
“I told you to take no actions. Let me handle it.”
I nodded, “Yeah, you did.”
“So you acted anyway.”
“What did you want him to do?”
“You know damn well what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to learn. To wake the fuck up. To see that reality doesn’t work in the black and white way he thinks it does.” I was angry. I’d grown tired of the insanity of people, of their inability to accept the truth, their insistence on believing what they wanted to believe.
“He’s not grown up enough to understand.”
“Maybe we should just kill his stupid ass, and make the world a better place!” I was really angry.
“You’d commit murder of another because they are trapped emotionally, and mentally, in a maze they can’t even see?”
I looked at the picture of the doctor I’d all but killed. “Apparently.”
I sighed, and kicked the ground, “I know. I’m no more grown up than he is.”
“You have made a mistake. They happen. Learn from the experience.”
I nodded. “I should undo the damage, shouldn’t I?”
“I will undo the damage. You will resume your studies on Earth.”
That was better than I’d expected. After all, injecting a biological weapon into a human to demonstrate to them that chronic pain is real, by leaving them in chronic, permanent pain, was judging someone else.
It’s Week 460 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. The prompt told me to write this. It didn’t ask. It ordered. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up every week.