When is it now?

He soared in the sky
gliding through the cloud
looking up to see the universe so vast, the sky so blue
looking down to see the world so small, the skycrapers so short

He walks in a hurry on the concrete ground
a suitcase in one hand
a phone in the other
a frown on his face
He doesn't look up, doesn't look around
doesn't see where he is, in the maze

He stood 20 meters tall
his eyes shot laser like Cyclops
he moved like Naruto
he punched like Saitama
every monster fell on their knees before him

He stands 1.72 meters tall
his eyes hollow and swollen
he moves like a snail
he can't even punch
he falls on his knees for this world is full of monsters

Where is he now?
When is it now?

14/2/2016

Creeping along the calendar
tiptoing outside my consciousness
this day has finally come
and what do I feel, blessed or cursed?

Love is miraculous
The person whom you love is perfect.

You cannot not stand the way she flicks her hair,
her hair is glittering under the sun, and in your eyes.

You cannot wait to step closer to her
just to smell the perfume spreading in your nose, mouth, eyes, brain...

You cannot look straight into her eyes,
but you cannot stare away from those lips when she smiles.

You cannot wait to hold her bag for a while,
talk with her about the flowers swaying far away.

And you cannot give her those flowers
you cannot mutter those three words,
you cannot hold her hand
you cannot have her to come with you to many places
you cannot...

So tell me,
am I blessed or cursed?

Tales of Tales: The beginning of a story

" Ser Richard, I heard that you are a man full of story, can I hear some from you?" a little girl sat on the ground next to an old man.

 

The old man smiled at the girl and said, " truly I am. And Bela, don't call me Ser Richard. I am your father since the moment I received you. Well, I should be your grandfather at such age. It would be long story if I have to go through all these years, do you have the patience to listen to all of them?"

 

The girl nodded, the thrill was in her eyes.

 

" Well," the old man stood up, facing the glamorously blue ocean, " we are now on an isolated Southern island called Mesta. However, I was born in the north, in a cold winter. My father was Ser Babork, the ruler of House Flaming."

 

" House Flaming? Is it surrounded by the Forest of terror? I think its flag was painted a sword that had its tip lit up." The girl asked.

 

" Yes, How do you know that?" The old man was unable to suppress something between a smile and tears.

 

" I read, father."

 

" A great reader you are. Yes, we were never allowed to go into the forest. My father was a sneaky man, he set nasty traps. Once, one of the maids wanted to escape out of there to see her beloved bandit, then when we find her, she was in three pieces. Head, body and arms, then the legs. My father would never reveal what killed her. Only the closest guards know the way out and in. They ride the fastest horses to seek help in case other rulers attack us. We were haunted by it since we were very small. So we stay in our castle, always. My brothers usually fight with each other with a sword whenever they have time. They always wanted to be the greatest swordsman, but I was never too interested in sword playing. I sometimes practice those moves with my brother, but most of the time I walked around the castle and watched the bladesmith made the weapons. I was very much intrigued by the process of making weapons. I tried it sometimes, and my parents weren't so happy about my blackened hands.

 

" I don't need you to be the one who makes the weapons. I need you to be the one who uses the weapons. I need a noble knight, not a filthy bladesmith!" My father scolded at me scornfully once.

 

But a little rebellion was I, I didn't listen much to his orders.

 

But, this rebellious act did save my life, and put me into grave anger and fear.

 

It was that foggy night, the weather depressing as hell. The moon was like a scythe, the whole castle was quiet as graveyard. I was finally making my own sword finally, that night! I must finish it before I went to do any other things.

 

It was dinnertime, a guard called Rook William came to pick me up back to have dinner with my family. But, I was that stubborn lad that never left a thing unfinished. He was of course frustrated, and went back to pass my words to my father. After a while, I heard the clanging of swords, many swords. Then I had a foolish thought, who would be playing with swords during dinner? Then I saw fireworks that was being shot towards the sky. A large boar was formed with that, and that was on General Krock's flag. The other bladesmiths and I hid behind doors and listened to the shouting outside.

 

All of a sudden, someone kicked open the door of the workplace. It was Rook, wearing his silver armor, holding a lamp with a shivering flame inside, standing in the doorway, staring at me. Then he pulled me out of the place with monstrous strength.

 

Before I could ask what was going on, he mouthed to me that there was no time to talk about it. He took me down one, two, three, four, five, six or seven stairs. Soon enough, I found out I was escaping from my own castle.

" Rook, why are we fleeing from our own home?" I asked, not realising how stupid and obtuse I was.

He of course didn't answer me, but one-handed carried me by my collar. Then I saw a rusty gate, a place that never was shown on the map. He broke the lock with his sword and made our way out into the Forest of terror.

He seemed to know the way even there was just little moonlight that gave us a hint of the pavement, but we stepped on something that should have resulted in our death.

A bell.

" Those fuckers, thinking they are smart to put bells here!" Rook cursed under his breath, but kept running nonetheless. Soon, there were people chasing behind us. An arrow whizzed past my ear, then a scream. The archer was hung midair by some vine that came from nowhere. His head was in a queer position. Then another scream, someone might have gone off the trail and fell straight into the swamp down there.  However two of them made through all the traps and closed in. Rook could never run very fast with his armor and holding a lad. He put me on the trail carefully before launching an elbow blow to the first guy and a sweep for the latter. He drew out his sword and chopped the first guy's head off. The second guy managed to get up and lunged at me like a bear, but Rook was a bit faster. His fist launched a bone-cracking blow on the person's head and the person laid down on the muddy ground as blood was coming out from his nose, mouth and ears.

Rook held the person by his shoulder and said fiercely, " It was a pity that Krock sent you rubbish. I should have let you go and tell that traitor to fight with me here. But I have my last King here, and I must go, fucker."

Then he used his sword to cut the person's throat.

It was the first time I saw so much blood. I back away slowly, then he pulled me back to the centre of the trail.

" One step back, you gonna be in the trap. This blood is just tip of an iceberg if you must be a king. You must step forward to embrace the challenges, but not back away. There is nothing but people that want to kill you behind you. You must run ahead of them."

We were on our escape again.

But luckily, there were no one chasing behind us now.

I thought we went to the northeast, because we finally arrived at the Takisha bay, a beach. The ocean that connected with the beach was Ocean Takisha, which was also the closest ocean to my castle. Rook managed to find a boat that once belonged to some fishermen that have left the villages located around the ocean.  I later heard from people of the Crait Civilisation near the river Tauras that they flee because they fear the sea monsters from the ocean.

Rook got me on the boat and we started going east, where my dad's rivals were. The House Slayer. I tried to strangle Rook, but he threw me off.

" What are you doing, this is no time to play!" He called out to me. " Please fogive me, my King, I was getting a bit jittery."

" You are the traitor!" I shouted to him, drawing out my sword." You are getting me to the enemies!"

" What are you speaking, my King. I swear upon my House that my loyalty shall never quaver like the Mountain Trhigo. I shall die for my House, my King. My loyalty shall die with me in honor. I shall never give you to the enemies." His face solemn.

" Then why are you heading towards East, where my father's enemies lie?" I bellowed.

" Huh, your father's rivals don't lie here. They lie inside your castle. Those people that your father trusted was the real enemies of your father! There would be no way for outsiders to enter the castle, but only those who already are inside! It was my fault that I didn't protect him well, and my King, you are the last of the bloodline. I must protect you. I head East because this is the only way that General Krock wouldn't think of. But we will go behind and around the castle of House Slayer, and we will reside near the the Moutain Trhigo, I have noble friends there." He said with a clenched fist.

I listened very attentively, and suddenly was aware of what had happened to my family. So I asked.

Suddenly, a drop of tear broke the defence and slid down his cheek. " You will never believe it. That cunt, THAT CUNT, threw away his honor and attacked your family during the dinner. He brought some soldiers with him and killed everyone in the Dining Hall with crossbows. It was lucky that I went to search for you, or I would be dead like them. One day, I gunna go back and kill that cunt, Krock!" His eyes were burning.

Those words seemed to be echoing in my head for a long time before I collapsed and cried.

Rook made me look at him and said, " You are already fourteen, and you are a King. You would stand up and fight, but not wail like a baby. You must be strong, my King!"

However, I kept crying until I went asleep."

The old man stopped.

The girl looked at the old man and patted his back. " It was terrible that your family was being betrayed by someone they trusted."

The old man stared at the sea and sighed, " yes, most of the times, Kings aren't killed by outsiders but people they trusted. It is sad that it is hard to pick the real friends now. Right, fetch me some wine please?"

" Yes, father."

She was soon back with a glass of wine. The old man took a sip of it, and suddenly, a drop of tear fell into it and merged with the wine.

The girl said," father, this wine is no good to drink. It is tainted."

The old man smiled and said, " no, my girl, this drop of tear only makes my wine purer." then he took another sip of it.




 

 

 

When boredom comes to me, I write...

When I was thinking to write over what I usually do during this long summer holiday, I was tortured by boredom. Me, sitting alone in my bedroom, sitting in front of my computer, was like being locked up in an invisible cell.

 

Maybe I will write about today.

 

A day of boredom that leads to my exhaustion and sleepiness, as always.

 

I, like everyone, woke up with a foul mouth and still blurred eyes. Then, I of course brushed my teeth and had my breakfast.

 

After it, I locked myself in my bedroom, sitting in front of my computer.

 

My mother would then scream at me, telling me not to site there too long. I simply nodded and said " of course, mom." before she went to work.

 

Then I was the only person left at home, and I was the King. I basically have the freedom to do whatever I am interested in, such as computer games and Game of thrones. Don't you feel a little bit excitement churning inside you when you are left alone at home? Yes, of course you do. Just some teenage madness.

 

I decided to read the book, the book thief, first. May I give you some information of the book. A girl, growing up in Germany during the time period which Nazi party grew to its power. Being a daughter of a communist, she was sent to her foster parents. She 'stole' her first book during her brother's funeral. When she arrived at her new home, she met her friendly Papa, and an aggressive Mama. Her Mama loved to berate rich people scornfully, saying abrasive words, and cooked atrociously. However, her Mama did care for her. She slowly adapted to the life there, and made friend with Rudy. They went through quite many things together (some food stealing, for example), and Rudy always painted himself as a audacious person. Being an illiterate, the book thief was lucky to have Papa teaching her the words, and she found she was in love with books. She stole her second after discovering that some books were not burnt completely during the bonfire.

 

I am currently at the chapter which Max, a Jew that escaped the round-up, came to her home to seek Papa's protection and shelter. Well, let's see what will happen to them. Ah right, the name of the book thief was Liesel Meminger.

 

Then, my eyes reminded me to rest.

 

After my nap, it was my Game of Thrones time.

 

It was like a magnet to me that attracted me to watch more and more of it. Though some scenes were gruesome, such as beheading or throat cutting, I still watch it because it is gripping. But what I wasn't too happy was that the good men always were the ones killed but not the ruthless villains. But, my friends, have faith in the good people, one day, justice will have found their own light. I am looking forward to SEASON 6!!!!

 

Then, I found out the sky was dimmer, and there was a crescendo of voices below me. I looked down through the window and saw children running around, chasing each other. Then the sorrow came back to me, why am I stuck here, while others are playing and sweating? Then I thought that I have changed, I am already a teenager. Teenagers don't run around. But why, not because it is wrong, but because it seems to be immature in others' eyes. Sometimes, it is just others judging you. Sometimes, the answer is the whole lot people out there. But I really want to sweat like how I did it in childhood, and play hide-and-seek with other children.

 

Sometimes, if you are the one against the world, don't fear, because there is no definite right or wrong answer.

 

The phone rang, time to go.

 

I am sure you find out that I have no main point for this passage. It is correct, I am just writing down everything that flashed in my brain. As I said, boredom drove me crazy, and often to stupidity.

 

Let's find a way to kill the boredom tomorrow.

warm me please

  I couldn't remember when I was born. I just knew that I would be confined in this small place for my whole life. My life was extremely boring, everyday I was doing the same thing. Sleeping. Eating. Pretending to be cute. Watching pedestrians passing me. My life would be in a loop like this, unless something happened, someone interfered.

  That day, a young boy and a man halted in front of me and my companions. We all knew this was a chance for us to get out of this overcrowded place, so we all tried our best to pretend to be cute and bark the most lovely sound in the world.

  I have got nineteen competitors beside me, so a 5% chance for me to be chosen. Small, but still there was a chance. Finally, the boy's eyes were gazing at me, then he muttered something to the man beside him. The man picked out several thin green papers and pushed the boy into the shop.

" Woof!Woof!" My companions stared at me jealously as I kept barking and running around in the small cage. I knew I was going out, because everytime before my companions were taken by these people, they had to give this thin green paper to those who fed us.

And I was here, given a big house to live in which I didn't need to share with my other annoying companions. I got my own toys which I didn't get in my original cage. If I was bored, I could just walk around in my keeper's house which was super big. It has got three floors and a large garden behind his house. I could go anywhere if I wanted to.

It was very quiet here, my life too. My keeper, that young boy, rarely came to see me. I always saw him going out with a moving box. That box got four small wheels under it. I always heard his parents saying " safe flight, son" before he went out. His parents were very busy, from 8 o'clock in the morning, I couldn't see them at home.

Everyday, I would sit on the grassland outside the house and wait for my keeper. Even it rained heavily, and winds blowing, I would still keep waiting there. I so wanted to see my keeper coming home, I so wanted to see his cute and smiling face. Everyday, I was left home, listening to nothing but the chirping of the birds that sometimes flew past the house.

Everytime when my keeper went back home, I would bark happily and jumped into his arms.

He would use his arms to enclose me such that I could feel his warm body. He would sometimes tickle me under my mouth. I then closed my eyes to enjoy these precious moments. These moments are so precious like fireworks, which last for a short time. Soon, he would leave me waiting on the grassland again.

One day, I saw his parents and he opened door for six muscular men and those men packed nearly everything in the house and moved them inside a huge blue truck.

I heard his parents saying, " Son, are you excited? Time for a new house!"

And he answered enthusiastically," YES OF COURSE! Dad, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

Then he looked at me," what about Bobby, I think we can buy another one there. Maybe we will give it to Jason."

I didn't understand this until he brought me to a house that was a stranger for me. Inside the house, I found his hands pushing me towards a boy looking as tall as him, and I felt anger burning inside my body.

SO MY KEEPER IS SENDING ME AWAY! SO HE WAS NOT REALLY CARING FOR ME, then WHY? WHY? HOW COME I WAIT FOR A PERSON WHO DOESN'T REALLY CARE FOR ME NO MATTER IT IS RAINING  HEAVILY OR NOT! HE DOESN'T DESERVE MY LOVE!

I actually let my tears run down my cheeks. I just dashed towards him and bit on his shoe. He staggered backwards and kicked at me with another foot. I was sent flying out of the window.

Thump!

Luckily, I landed on grass. I immediately ran away from it. I couldn't think of anything else but to get away from that devil as far away as possible. I didn't know if it was the winds blowing into my eyes or I was really crying, but I felt the fur under my eyes became soaked.

I ran into an ocean of dandelions and saw balls of dandelions broke into infinitely small pieces, just like my heart.

I kept running until my tongue was already tired of evaporating the sweat, until my muscles became all tensed, until my brain screamed for me to stop.

I just fell asleep on the spot.

My eyes then fluttered open, because I felt somthing was touching me.

Those were two hands. They weren't like my ex-keeper's hands. They were very dry and full of wrinkles. They were rough hands, but I was like receiving a comfortable bath from those hands. I saw his face which covered by millions of wrinkles and dirts.  I met those eyes, which were not as shiny as the boy's.

He suddenly whispered, " Oh little doggie, you are finally awake. Hey, see what I have got for you."

He pushed a small cup towards me, and I looked down into the cup. It was just water, and I saw some dirts inside. However, my mouth was so dry like putting me in a desert for moths. I took a sip and quickly licked all the water inside it.

" That's more like it, I hope I have some bread with me." He said as he casted a big warm smile at me, and I rested myself in his arms.

Then I found out the sky already turned back, and the air around us was freezing cold. I got deeper into his arms and looked at the glittering sky.

I always heard people saying shooting stars brough good luck to them, and they would make a wish when they came across them.

If I really came upon them, I would say, " if one day I gonna die, I wanna die in his arms. And if he also dies one day, I want him to carry me to Heaven in his arms and we both will bath in the sunshine."

Sheriff called me

  I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

  12:00 a.m. news report.

  Another frightening news, another victim raped and done away, and the police was doing everything to dig the serial killer out. However, no one was caught yet and women living in this area just kept dying. The news was making me annoyed. In fact, people definitely would be annoyed if the news was always about death. I turned off the TV, and took a book from the shelf to read.

 Suddenly, the telephone rang.

 " Hello..." I spoke.

 " Hello, miss. It is so good hear your voice." the man spoke like he was in a hurry," I am the sheriff from Bamborg police station. It must have been a hard time for you recently. We have already confirmed that the criminal is living in this area. However, he is a very professional murderer, so we...um...yeah. I am here to remind you to look out for anyone who is suspicious. Maybe those guys who walk very slow and always look around. You must stay calm and call the police if you encounter anyone or anything strange. You have to lock all the doors and windows, and maybe put a knife beside you when you sleep. Wish yourself a good night, miss, it is hard to sleep in these nights."

  Such an annoying man. I sat on the windowsill and looked up to the peaceful sky. It was so peaceful here, so why I should worry about it.

 I would have a good sleep tonight, I promise myself. Then I continued to read my book.

 After a while, I looked up from the book to rest my eyes. Then I caught a glimpse of someone walking towards my house.

 My neighbour, John, was walking towards here in a quick pace. However, my eyes were focusing on his right hand.

 He was holding an axe in his right hand.

 Oh gosh, he is here! The rapist, the murderer! He is here! I will be the next victim! Millions of voice screamed in my head.

 I quickly turned off the lights and wrapped myself under three layers of blankets in the bed. I felt my whole body trembling vigorously.

Knock! Knock! John must be at the doorway now.

" Hetty, open the door! I know you are in there! Open the door, Hetty! Hetty!" I stayed under my bed even if he was banging the door. Then, the shouting stopped. Is he going to break the door? I asked myself. However, for a while, there was nothing but silence.

The peace before a storm.

Then I remembered that I didn't lock the backdoor up. How can I be so careless? I gripped my legs tightly, hope he will not know it.

A tall and thin silhouette appeared in front of me, and his right hand was holding an axe. I started to regret why I didn't put a knife beside my bed. Then I screamed as loud as Death's laugh.  I expected him tearing off my clothes, rape me and cut my head into half. Instead, he just looked at me with his large and curious eyes.

We stared at each other for a while, then he broke the silence.

" What are you doing, Hetty? Why are you trembling?" He asked.

I didn't answer him, but my eyes did. I was looking at his axe.

He immediately understood and put the axe down on the floor, " Sorry if I scared you. Um, sheriff Tang just called me, saying that the killer should be living in this area, and he told me to watch out for suspects. I thought of you, like, you need protection. So I bring the axe with me here to, um, protect you."

He walked slowly next to me, and held my hand. Both hands were full of sweats. I looked up to him and saw him smiling.

My body started to turn back to 'normal' mode, and I wasn't trembling much.

Then a scream from the house next to mine. It was Celia's scream, and this scream seemed to have put a knife into my heart.

John released his grip, picked up his axe and said, " Hetty, stay here. I gonna check check on Celia."
I nodded and he walked out of my house.

After he was gone, I looked out of a window in the kitchen to see what was going on in Celia's house.

All lights in Celia's house were turned off. I opened the window, trying to hear something.

Nothing but coldness from outside passed through the gap.

I shivered a little bit.

Then the door of Celia's house was opened, and a man walked out of it. His clothe was dyed with blood and he was holding an axe in his right hand.

But that was not John, but Jack, another nighbour.

Jack the ripper?

The man stood outside the door and looked around. Before I had time to hide myself under the window, he noticed me. He sneered and broke the window next to me with his axe. He then climbed through the window easily and looked at me like a predator.

At this moment, I still couldn't believe the murderer was actually Jack. He was a very nice guy. He would help you as much as possible if you told him your problem. He talked to ladies like a gentlemen. And he got such a beautiful smile and eyes that you would fall for him as soon as you see him. If I was still single now, I would have made him my boyfriend.

However, the cruel truth stood in front of me, making me helpless and hopeless.

I wasn't afraid now at all, but stunned.

" I know what you want to say, miss." Jack said with an evil grin, " you want to ask why am I so different from the me you know. I would like to tell you, I am Dracula. In front of people, I am a nice person, however, after the sky goes dark, I change back to my real self. There is no need to lie to myself, and I would do whatever I want. Let me give you some advice, never judge someone based on their appearance. However, it would be useless to you, because you would have been dead before the sun rises."

" You are crazy!" I yelled at him.

" I know that." He said with a shudder." Now take off your clothes, and tie yourself on the chair (he threw a rope to me). Don't make me do that myself, I don't want you to suffer unnecessary pain before your death."

I took the rope with trembling fingers and sat down on a chair beside me.

I looked at the demon in front of me and said, " maybe I should have reminded you something."

"what?"

" that I have knives in my kitchen."

I quickly picked up a knife behind me and stabbed the knife in his heart. His eyes were wide and surprised.

" Why? How come?" He asked hoarsely.

" A person with a knife is not enough to defend herself without bravery. I have both, so I can kill you, you son of a bitch!"

 He wanted to speak something but life was being drained away from him quickly. He slumped on the ground as his blood dyed the floor red.

I sat beside Jack, the ripper's dead body and thought,

What would happen if other victims found their courage to fight back?

Into the hospital

  This is the first time I ever see such grand building, underground. This building cannot described by 'grand' actually, because it has an area of half of California. However, only 20 nurses and 2 doctors are employed here. This building receives patients who behave and thinks abnormally.

  And today, I am here to be the inspector of this hospital, and also the first time to witness, who those rebellions to the society are.

  I tightly hold the Ipad 14 in my hands.

  When I reach the gates, the dean of the hospital, Jill, is standing there to give me a welcoming hug. He then shows me the way to the front hall of the building. Then he takes out an Ipad 13 and shows me the map of the building.

  It consists of 4 regions, each for children, teenager, adult and elderly.

  I nods and walks towards the elderly region.

  This region is said to be the 'give-up' region, because those elderly are hopeless. They just cannot get accustomed to the changes of the world. However, the dean said they have not given up on these elderly, they would make the elderly change with the society.

 Now, I am outside their ward, and see a nurse rushes out of the ward with an angry face.

 " It is right to give up on these old men. They are just so stubborn, they keep on insisting that they eat by themselves! They just keep yelling for us to stop those robots which serve and put the food into the mouth. Why can't they just change with the world."

  Then she yells, " X71, I need water." Then a robot immediately comes to her and pours water into her mouth. After she has had enough, she tells the robot X71 to go away.

  I go into the ward, and see a desperate old man fighting off a 'feeding robot'.

  " I want to eat by myself. I don't want this robot." Then he punches harmlessly on the robot. I frown at him and say to the dean, " I think a little bit of forces are needed on this old man."

  " Yes sir."

  Then he presses a button on the robot and the robot uses its metal arm to open the old man's mouth and pour a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. I snicker as he yells unclearly for help. You deserve it, old man. The world has changed, it is now the world of IT technology. If you don't follow it, you are to be isolated from the world.

I snicker again, walking out of the ward to another region.

The adults here are definitely better than the elderly.

At least they won't fight those robots most of the times, and they are also williing to learn how to use the most developed electronic devices such as the Supercomputers and Ipad 14. The atmosphere here is peaceful, and most nurses say that these people recover quite fast. And very soon, these people would be sent back to normal life.

After I talk with some of the adults using the 'mind-telephone', it is time for me to move on to the next region.

The teenagers here receive most appreciation. They are quick learners for IT stuff, even faster than the adults.

I am very certain there won't be a region for teenagers soon.

It has come to the final region: children.

According to what Jill said, the most disastrous region is the children.

People in the past said that children own the best soul, but do they? If this is true, why are they so troublesome ?

I am going to find out.

I walk past their ward, and find most of them are sleeping (in fact it is 11:00 p.m. at the moment). However one of them is sitting on the bed, reading a book.

A real book!

I pull open the door and walk beside this little rebellion.

" How dare you read a book! Where did you get the book? Don't you know even if you want to read books, you have to read them on Ipad?" I then pull away the book from him and tear the book into thousands of pieces.

He then weeps, crying for his book.

I snicker and say under my breath, no such luck, kid.

Jill is beside me when I bang the door closed. He is leading me to a particular room, a room for the most dangerous person, a kid obviously.

Jill warns me not to let the kid play with my mind. " He speaks things that seem to be right, but those words are extremely harmful to our society. We must not let those words spread like cancer cells."

I decide to walk into his room though Jill keeps warning me not to do it.

He is a very skinny and small boy, sitting on the ground of a spacious room. He is staring at me. We remain silent for a while, then he breaks the silence.

" Sir, have you heard of the game hide-and-seek? I have always wanted to play it, but the society makes me stand alone."

 " To be frank, I only know it is a boring game played by the kids in the old days. Nothing so special."

  " I bet you haven't experienced the excitement brought by the game. I think it might even be more exciting than the games on the Supercomputers and Ipad. Also a children organization once said that children should stay outdoor and do sports and games that require movement. These games were proved to make children develope better. However, time passed, and IT technology took over our life, even children. And nowadays, it is wrongly encouraged that all people including children should spend more time on electronic devices."

  I am truly surprised by the things this child said. Then, I ask him," Where on earth can you find those things? I have never come across those things."

  " Certainly not on the internet, because all information that concerns about these things are blocked by the government. However, I am just a genius rebellion. I know how to find things from places that others cannot. Sometimes, I have a feeling that I am knowledge and technology itself."

I start to be interested in talking with him, to this a bit intelligent and arrogant kid.

And then he said, " wanna sit down here?"

I put down the Ipad on the ground and sit in front of him.

That is when my Ipad is beeping.

Don't let him play with your mind. It said, from Jill.

 I immediately become alert and stand up. I sicker, " don't you dare to deceive me, kid!"

The boy let out a sigh and say," truth is always too traumatic for today's people, especially for the adults. You shouldn't have met me. You should leave now, sir."

He is actually wanting me to leave?

But yes, I am leaving. I open the door and hear him saying, " Have you heard of Einstein, a very great man?"

I nod and forget to leave the room immediately.

" I love one of his famous verses."

I choose to stand there for one more moment.

" He once said,  I fear the day technology will surpass our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots. Do you think this is true, sir?"

" You speak too much, kid."

Then I close and lock the door.

I turn to Jill and ask," Why the government let him live?"

Jill says, " It is said that he set up virus for electronic devices that would stop the whole world's functioning. And experts say that this is true and it is impossible to remove the virus. If we kill him, the virus would be activicated, and the whole world would be in chaos. That's why he is the most dangerous person in the world."

Then I recall his words, Sometimes, I have a feeling that I am knowledge and technology itself.