The space tube.

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.