You enter
the space tube, with nothing but your body that’s carrying a type machine. The
space tube is white, wide, spacious, filled with other humanoid creatures.
These other creatures, are all occupying random spaces, holding some artefacts,
surrounded by a few as well. They may or may not use these artefacts. There are
copious amounts of books all over this space tube. They are all systematically
numbered, organised, on the bases of their names, the authors, the themes. Each
and every humanoid here, is a pilot of this space tube. How far can this space
tube go?
If you
think about the surrounding noise, there’s none - only minor shuffling of books
and feet rattling against the chairs or table legs. A few creatures seem to be
wearing ear pods that probably help transport them to places beyond the scope
of this space tube. Do these places remind them of the places they come from?
Or does it ignite a hope in them, a confidence, to take them to where they much
rather be?
The space
tube is temperature controlled. The white lights on the ceiling ensure that
work doesn’t stop. The humanoids here mostly resort to mental exercise, this is
no space for the physical, unless one is working over reading or writing over
that field of the human sciences.
A
humanoid creature sitting right next to me wonders what I am writing about. I
type away on my type machine. This is not what I came here for - I came for
some reading, but this is what I am doing now nevertheless.
The
challenge for me today, is to concentrate on the now. The past, I cannot
change, the future, is yet to come. The now is all that I have, and all that I
can control. I should control my now, my destiny is in my hands, quite
literally. I will now proceed to my reading. My type machine has diverse
functions and it can also help me in that purpose.