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D E F P O T E C

The hospital receptionist hands me a white paper-thin ticket with small silvery numbers sketched into it. Looking at the ticket between my thumb and pointer finger, I read 02022020. As my heart rate rises, I feel my mind calming me with a whisper of hope; there must have been an error with the computer.

¨Miss,¨ I lean over her counter, pointing out the tiny numbers on my see-through paper. ¨I think there’s something wrong with my ticket number, there seem to be too many digits. Is there-¨

¨Nothings wrong with it.¨ The woman says strictly, her voice showing no sign of any possible persuasion.

¨But Miss, you see, I can´t wait that long for the appointment.¨ I put my hands face down onto the desk, bending my elbows as I meet her eye level. ¨My brother is going to die!¨

I saw

What the future would bring

And hope was crushed

Under the weight

Of despair.

Step back.

Step back and see

What you have become.

I thought I could save you.

Sadly, I was wrong.

You relish the hatred.

You relish the anger.

You relish the pain

You cause to others.

So I sat

And hurt myself,

Waiting in anguish.

But now the future is here

And I will rise.

Beware!

For I will not hold back

Now you have released me.

A creature with no hope or expectation

Is your worst nightmare.

I stared at the number on the screen. I glanced down at my wrist, where a tatoo of the same numbers looked up at me. 02022020 flashed across the screen once more. The announcer read out the number. Tears pricked y eyes and blurred my vision. I had never thought my first meeting with Death would be so soon. A spotlight shone on me. I was pulled onstage by a security guard. A camera projected my tatoo onto a screen, the numbers matched. Every person here has had a tatoo with numbers tatooed on their wrists at birth. Today was the Day of Mortem and I am going to be the sacrifice.

[Mortem is Death in Latin]

0 friends

2 enemies

0 reasons to live

2 reasons to die

2 reasons I'm still alive

0 reasons to leave my bed

2 dark thoughts in the last hour

0 drive to fight them anymore

02022020 in binary code looks like this:

00110000 00110010 00110000 00110010 00110010 00110000 00110010 00110000

It makes my brain hurt. It reminds me that I have never been good at math. It inspires me to write science fiction:

I get a text message from my sister, "Can you imagine if it's the day that AI takes over?"

My sister has always been a bit of a drama queen. She's fond of the worst case scenario. Of course, now I'm thinking that AI is reading our communication and that chaos will ensue.

Oh wait. Here comes another text: "Save yourself! My car just got pushed off the road. HIDE!"

We both see the same set of numbers and by the grace and fluidity of the universe, we share an internal connection.

It’s a different type of clear vision.

Even without my glasses, I can still feel your undying vibration beating at the tempo of mine. What we have is undeniably unique and goes without the use of words.

So, from now on, let’s use numbers.

2020 was supposed to be a fresh start

It was supposed to be a new beginning

But the new decade didn’t bring new beginning

It didn’t bring new light to the room

Sure the first few days were great

But it took a turn fast

In fact, I feel as if I have felt more pain in 2020, then I did in 2019

Though 2019 pain carried over

The new year didn’t add much

But the little that it did, made the past overflow

I didn’t get to start over, like I wanted

But here’s to hope that I can slowly progress into a better decade

Thanks 2020, lets see how this goes

@ThatOneWolfe

#02022020

20 souls to satisfy the growing Hunger

20 souls to anger the supreme Being

20 souls to end Life

20 souls to welcome Death

20 souls to stop Time

20 souls.... of Light