Space Dementia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Inspired by the Muse song, Space Dementia from the album Hullabaloo.

Cover image: pixabay.com.

Space Dementia

He was some kind of hero to us, I think. Well, I know he was to me, and the others seemed just as eager for him to step onto that stage. Not that it was going to be all rainbows and flowers – he didn’t work that way and wasn’t it his way of spelling things out clearly that made us adore him.

There was movement at the side of the stage and then he stepped out beneath the spotlight. Physically he was far from being an imposing figure, being neither tall nor well-built. His power was his belief in his message, and the certainty that shone out from his eyes.

You have been trained to think that you count,” he said, “but the fact of the matter is you are worth nothing.”

Should we have jeered, rebelled, been outraged by his words? Maybe, and I’m sure if it had been anyone else telling us the same thing we would have reacted very differently. Instead we soaked it up as being nothing other than the truth. Each and every one of us was valueless.

You let things be for the sake of peace. A nice quiet life, isn’t that what you all want? Can’t you see that you are being tricked?” His voice rose as he asked the question that none of us answered. “Are you not worth more?”

He had a history, not a pleasant one either. An astronaut at an early age in a mission that had gone badly wrong. NASA had lost him, abandoned him maybe without realizing, for I could still remember the announcement of his death.

When he’d arrived back on Earth they didn’t know what to do with him. If they could have done they would have hidden him away somewhere, kept him out of public eye. And I guess for the most part they succeeded. There were not that many of us that had found out the truth, that had elevated him into the position of our leader.

He knew how he had been abandoned, and I could only imagine how it had felt to be left out in space longer than anyone had ever been before. No contact with humanity; just himself and the stars, the space dust. He wanted us to know, to understand that individually we were nothing, and that the governments were lying through their teeth when they pretended differently.

His name was clear on my skin; not a tattoo but in scars where I had carved his knife deep enough to make sure it would never disappear. His name was cut in my heart too. It could never be erased.

His words would keep me going, safe in the knowledge of how expendable we all were. He’d stir up our emotions with truths and uncovered deceptions, but then he’d go on to say that it did not matter; he did not matter and neither did any of us.

When the lights dimmed I’d feel a calmness that I’d never experienced before his voice had shattered my illusions and had shown me how things really were. There was a certain peacefulness that accompanied my thoughts.

 


Submitted: May 27, 2020

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Conrad Hueston

I really enjoyed this one. Very thought-provoking.

Wed, May 27th, 2020 8:51pm

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Thanks so much for giving it a read, Conrad. Glad you enjoyed it.

Thu, May 28th, 2020 12:31pm

Mike S.

Excellent tale, Hull!

Wed, May 27th, 2020 8:53pm

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Thanks, Mike. The beginning of this song was used in an ad a few years back.

Thu, May 28th, 2020 12:30pm

Vance Currie

I don't know this song, Hully. I think I have an idea what it is about but I'm not sure if I have interpreted it correctly. You have written it very well as usual.

Wed, May 27th, 2020 9:53pm

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Thank you, Joe.

Thu, May 28th, 2020 12:28pm

Melancholic Wisdom

This is really interesting, I have to praise you for having an amazing title first of all. The imagery was wonderful, definitely thought provoking. Can't imagine what it's like to be abandoned in space like that. Well done!

Thu, May 28th, 2020 4:21am

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All credit for the title has to go to Matt Bellamy. I used the lyrics of the song to inspire the story, plus there really is a condition called 'space dementia' which I also Googled.
Thanks, MW.

Thu, May 28th, 2020 12:21pm

Sue Harris

Another brilliant interpretation of the song though I've not heard it, it was indeed thought provoking.

Thu, May 28th, 2020 11:49am

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Thanks so much for giving it a read, Sue.

Thu, May 28th, 2020 12:18pm

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