Friday, April 6, 2012
Eyes That Were Once My Own
“Wake up, Humans. Wake up to the Truth!”
That’s what the man at the corner of 5th and Main was shouting.
“Wake Up, Humans!” he yelled again.
I turned off my Ipod and placed the ear buds in my front shirt pocket. I then walked up to him and looked into his troubled eyes.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
He tilted his head and tried fixing his gaze on me. Through his field of vision, he watched as my body slowly rotated. Not only was my body rotating; he could see everything around me rotating in synchronization with my body. As he continued to gaze in my direction, he watched as the sidewalk rolled across his retinas, along with an attached street lamp and a blue post office box.
The man then brought his hands up to his face and began rubbing his eyes. “Don’t you understand?” he asked. “Don’t you see what’s going on all around us?”
I turned my head and surveyed the downtown area around me. Everything seemed normal for a Monday afternoon. What was I even doing talking to this guy? He was obviously a homeless man, probably a wandering schizophrenic.
I calmly said, “I don’t see anything strange.”
The man suddenly swooned and fell over onto his side in the middle of the sidewalk. Tears began rolling down his cheeks, and without talking, he raised his arm and pointed a finger at a storefront across the street. To my amazement, I could see a bright, ghost-like figure slowly moving toward us.
I took my eyes off the ghost heading in our direction and looked back down at the disheveled man. A wave of fear immediately surged through me as I saw his body quickly decomposing. Little bug-like creatures resembling robotic maggots were bubbling all over him. His body began to shapeshift. The features on his face were changing as were the clothes he was wearing. After what seemed like ten seconds, the homeless man had totally transformed into another human being.
The transformed human was now wearing the clothes of a postal worker. He opened his eyes, smiled up at me and said, “Wow, this heat must have gotten the best of me. Could you help me up?” I put my arms around his upper back and helped him to his feet. Still smiling, he said, “Thank you, sir.” I then watched him walk over to the blue mail box. He inserted a key, unlocked a small opening, and pulled out a white plastic box containing some letter mail. He grabbed the letters and placed the plastic container back inside. After relocking the mail box, he gave me a polite salute and walked away. I stood there with a complete look of amazement and confusion as he rounded a corner and was out of sight.
A frozen moment passed before I was jarred back to reality by a commotion a couple of blocks from my location. Up the street a small group of people were standing in a circle. They seemed to be looking down at something. My heart was already pumping hard, so I decided to work off some adrenaline by jogging up to them.
When I arrived, I could see an anguished woman in her early thirties sitting down on a curb. She was in the middle of a conversation and wiping her face with a tissue when she said, “They don’t want us talking about them.”
A man in the circle asked, “Who doesn’t want us talking about them?
“The salvia beings.” replied the woman. “They are the ones taking over. They’re taking over our bodies.” The woman then stood up, surveyed the people around her and said, “The salvia beings are turning us into clones. They’re replacing us with human copies. They look like people, but they're different from us.”
While I was listening to her, I lost my balance and began to stumble. I quickly grabbed the shoulder of a man next to me wearing a Yankees baseball cap. He turned his head in my direction and asked, “Mister, are you OK? Do you need some help?” There was something about his alien expression that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I was beginning to feel very dizzy so I decided to crouch down. I tried in vain to grab hold of the ground. It felt like the whole world was rotating around me like a post apocalyptic circus ride. The entire downtown area was rotating. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like a scene from some futuristic movie. The woman who had been talking looked over at me with a secretive hint of concern. She held out her hand to me, but it began to stretch like taffy before I could grab it.
My mind now blacking out, I could still hear the woman’s distant audibles echoing over to me. It sounded like she was saying, “Don’t let them cover your mind with amnesia. You’ve got to hold on to your sense of self.”
But it was too late. I was already losing it. The whole downtown was rotating like some beastly gyroscope of bent buildings and twisted concrete. My hands were tingling. I could see tiny bug people sprouting all over my arms like bacteria. It then dawned on me what was happening. I was turning into a clone. I was losing my identity. I was losing my life.
The next moment my head slammed down onto the street’s hard surface. My face felt like it was spreading out into a two dimensional film stretching into infinity. I tried to close my eyes, but it was no use. A clone was already looking through the eyes that were once my own.