Week 36: A Brave New World

 Type of Writing: Dictaphone recording from an explorer





This is Kit James Raj Theivamanoharan, previously of no occupation; today, a famed explorer. Until now this world was unchartered territory; today, I’ve discovered a new frontier. As I crawl along on my belly and wade through the film of dust, I encounter an electrical labyrinth of leads and wires, which must power this planet. I pull at them, but they do not budge. I will return to these when I have more strength.

 I do an about-turn and make my way out of the wooden terrain and experience a different texture. A door opens and an arctic tundra blasts back. Its sub-zero temperatures appear inhospitable to humans - even my warm penguin suit is no match for its cold freeze. What’s this up ahead though? Something wildly different. A hot, hot heat that could turn a boy to crisp. The sunlight basks from its screen; I fear being baked and burnt. From the cold hand of winter to the suffocation of summer, this is no place for a picnic. I move on quickly. Now the landscape is a stormscape. A tempest of rotation throws water every which way. I follow the cyclone as it gathers momentum, threatening to sweep me up with it; a desperate nausea descends upon me; I understand why hitherto today no baby has dared crawl here. Eventually, the frantic surge of energy abates and the environment returns to calm.

All these exertions leave me with a thirst I must quench. I daren’t put my head in the storm drum – there are some risks that just aren’t worth taking. I hear a drip drip up ahead. Literally, up a head. Its metronomic drip-drop the work of the devil. Why must it taunt me? ... How do I get there? How do I climb high and secure liquid salvation? That must be my next mission. I have conquered the land. I must next discover the skies. Northwards then. I have work to do. My life depends on it.

 


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