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Timeline/World: Through the Looking Glass – Atheria 3rd Generation
Characters: Dariel McBride
Race: Human
Age: 50, physically about 25
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Final Word Count: 773 words
At times, I stray from fiction and step into non-fiction. It’s not something I do often, there’s just something a little odd about reading non-fiction. Reading about all these historical events that took place before I was even born, reading about people who have long since passed on—long before the world became what it is. It’s strange to find out more about any of that, really. At times, I feel as though it would be easier to learn about any of these things through the virtual reality system but I’m really more a book person.
I lost count of the short texts I’ve read about people trying to explain their views on one thing or another. These weren’t so much books, as they were archived forums where people used to discuss things with other people. These were things that were still around when I was barely a teenager, and I didn’t really get to wander through that online mess before the world came to its end. Thinking back, I might have been eleven when it happened, and I had more things to think about than the online world at large at that point.
People were bigoted back then. I don’t know that there are any other words for it. Not everyone was bigoted, but it feels like such a big part of the world was. People who thought that anyone who might not have been straight had chosen to be; anyone who wasn’t seen as normal could be cured. How some people seemed to think that blindness was contagious and just—reading through it all felt like a bit of a mess.
I don’t know how deep I really went on that forum. I just found that one particular thread where people discussed their views on the possibility of gifted people and just, wow. Things being a mess doesn’t even begin to explain any of the things that I might have ended up reading on that particular thread.
At one point, I think I read something about someone claiming that someone they knew was telepathic and that they’d kept as far away as possible from them because they hadn’t wanted to get infected. That one, like a good few others, made me roll my eyes so hard. Telepathy isn’t something you can catch. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It’s a trait someone might be born with and you can’t change that. Just like being gay, bisexual, asexual or anything else out there doesn’t make you a bad person and it doesn’t make you contagious.
With how few of us there are here in Atheria—compared to the population of the world before it ended—and how diverse we all are, I don’t know that anyone bigoted would make it very long here. I’m not saying that everyone is accepting of everything, and we all believe in the same things but I’m still saying that if you’re not open-minded while living here, you’re not going to have too good of a time, let me tell you.
I believe that we’re all good people. Our parents, our grandparents, they came to live here because they needed to be here and I still think that if they hadn’t fit in, in a lot of different ways, they wouldn’t have stayed here, and we wouldn’t be here. I’m not going to judge anyone for being different from me. Honestly, if we all were the same and we all thought the same way, things would just be so bland, it’d be like living in these so-called perfect future worlds that some people have written about.
Some of these writings make that potential world seem so bland that I don’t know how anyone would survive in there. No emotions, no attachment, just little robots doing their tasks day-in and then day-out with little to look forward to. I don’t know that I care at all about this idea. Our lives here are pretty idyllic, but we still have free will, we still can do all of the things we love, there’s no cap on our emotions, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting something a little different from one day to the next. We’re supposed to be different from one another.
I don’t know if it makes me a bad person that I’m sort of glad that bigoted people are most likely pretty much all gone. I know that there are pockets of people living all around the world still, surviving despite everything that has happened; even with that in mind, I still think that the way people were way before just isn’t a thing anymore.