I remember a time when things were a bit more simple. It’s not that anything has changed since then really, well, not in the world at least. Really it’s all about being caught off guard.
I remember a bit earlier today as I sat in the back seat of the small plane flying high over the earth. Often I felt like the plane, resisting the flow of gravity, of wind resistence and mechanical failure. All of this of course, hinged on the consciousness of one ‘Leroy’ the pilot of 8 years.
“Approaching drop altitude”
Looking down I of course saw my hands around yet another lock and restraint on my being. This time, thankfully, it was only a physical one.
Clutching the different clasps for my skydiving parachute I tried to wiggle and shake different areas to ensure everything still seemed secure. There is always that worry when you haven’t used something extensively before; you like things to be like an extension of their body, something whose limits have been tested.
“5 minutes till drop”
It seemed funny; of all the different locks whose monetary keys belongs to different banks, the reserve and my grandfather, these few around me right now were going to set me free, if even for an instant.
Realizing the world for what it is, gambling away your chances in life and your friends - it’s not something that just happens. Like I said, it’s all about being caught off guard. Waking up one day realizing your life for what it is, it is a sobering experience. You know you’re fucked because the realization has happened after the fact. These are the spices in life, it wouldn’t be close to what it is without the dismal and the dissollusioned to complement the sociopathic and the coniving.
Nevertheless when it hits you, it hits you hard. As was the case that day as I sat there, my ridiculous hands on those buckles staring out the window.
Maybe I just hadn’t taken the news reports seriously, maybe I hadn’t taken life seriously, maybe I hadn’t taken technology seriously. Whatever it was it, it had blinded me from ever conceiving of what I saw while looking out of the window of our small white charter plane.
A black plane was approaching our direction.
And then it was gone.
The plane was moving so fast I questioned whether I had actually seen the reality that had transpired. This thought was proven to be false as a split second later I was bombarded with
“What…?”
“Holy fuck!”
“Did any-”
The collective verbal gasps from the plane’s passengers were drowned out by the sonic boom which rocked the plane.
It’s funny now, thinking back on those last few thoughts I had before dying. At first I felt like pointing out the unknown plane was exceeding the sound barrier, then I remember thinking there would be no point. Around this time I heard the words ‘other planes’ and ‘missile’, perhaps even ‘massive attack’.
By that time it didn’t matter. By that time the only thing that mattered was the only thing that really mattered all along.
“Fuck it I’m pulling my cord!”
Those were mine, and also the last words spoken before the Unfortunate Gestell was blasted out of the sky by a precision lazer guided rocket fired a quarter mile away by a much more sophisticated warplane.