He then went on, somewhat callously as he did not even stop what he was doing to

throw a glimpse my way.

“You saw them just now, didn’t you? The aircraft that will soon be making its way

here I mean. Good. It is just as she said you would,” he grabbed a small but thick

notepad and carefully stuffed it in the biggest pocket available to him. “What you

saw, that is the beginning of your way out of here. Now hurry along please; come on,

we have to get going.” His hand then made what I easily interpreted as a summoning

gesture. In response to that calling, I promptly leapt from that bed.

As soon as I did, quickly looking around, I was suddenly flooded with memories,

clearly not mine, that stubbornly poured into my head. I immediately obtained a

better understanding of what that room really was. Many terrible things had been

happening in that dark and confined space for a long time, all around where he and

I both stood. I could see it, feel it, so clearly; as if not others but I, had gone through

such terrible ordeals many times before. I could not help but stare at him so scared and

confused. Those visions would not stop and the more I was seeing, remembering; the

more lost I was becoming...

“Genetic memories;” He snapped me back from that state with those two words,

“things you did not experience yourself but can remember nonetheless.” He then

opened the door that would allow us to leave, slowly and carefully, just a little bit.

Cautiously he took a quick peek outside, a clear attempt to try and have a look at what

could still be going on. “Wear those.” he pointed at some clothes waiting for me on

the nearest table “They will have to do for now. We will see what we can get you later.”

I clumsily managed to put them on and after I was done, he invited me with a gentle

wave of his hand. Shyly I began taking my first slow steps towards him, following

trustfully the instructions of his right hand as this one kept beckoning me, asking me

to come to him.

“In time, many things will return to you child, and some of those things only the

very few could own any hope of knowing. You will come to remember and learn all

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that came before you, every event in the lives of all the ancients. You will come to know

all that they did and experience what they once have.”

He turned to me again, once I was almost within range, and slowly knelt, “You see,

you don’t need to ask me any questions because soon, you will know far more than

me or any other. This I will keep telling you, as many times as you need to hear it.

You will know and see far more than most could ever tell you.” With both of his arms,

he invited me over “You just wait with your doubts.” He invited me again and I took

the last few steps towards him “I will soon be proven right.”

He paused to try and catch a bit of his fleeting breath, he coughed too, “I believe

you to be the answer that our misguided world has been waiting for, and that is why

I have decided to set you free.”

“I don’t understand,” I said shaking, looking at my own hands. Only then was I able

to appreciate how much smaller than him I was. Even though he was kneeling before

me, waiting, and inviting me for a hug, he was still taller than me.

“Many things will come to you,” He held me tight in his arms and it felt good

“not only the memories of what once was but also the visions of what is at this very

moment, and also what may yet come to pass.” He pushed me away gently to stare

at my eyes, “I cannot help you when it comes to dealing with that for I cannot even

imagine, let alone understand, what it might be like. Seeing the past, present, and

possible futures every time you blink or have a dream? I do not think any Human can.

All I can do is promise to be by your side. To take your hand as you go through it.”

“How do you know all this? How -” It was my turn now to halt my words although

I couldn’t say for sure why; I mean I felt no air fleeing from me that I should try and

recapture. “So much about me, I mean.” I slowly resumed “How come you can...”

“Because you were designed that way.” He hugged me again, even tighter than the

first time.

“Designed?” I hugged him back, it felt even better for me too, “I don’t understand.”

“Oh, my dear; but you will, I promise.” His arms tightened around me, gently, and I

felt safe, I did not want them to let go