Parsec - June 1995
Darkness - Robert Beeston
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It was Dark.

It hadn't always been dark.

But this boy had never seen light. Had never known what it meant to feel its warm glow upon the skin, it's light caress across his cheeks or it's blinding fury on a midsummer's afternoon.

Only the darkness was tamiliar.

There was a time, it was said, that man had lived in a world of colour. A world where life drew power from the light. A world alive.

This was not then. The world where he lived bore no resemblance to that of his ancestors. Theirs had been a world of the physical realm. A world where man used matter to produce the most wonderful things. A world where man had been born, risen, thrived and died.

No, this was definitively not then.

There was no longer any matter. Matter no longer had any meaning, no substance, no purpose. All that had been matter had been destroyed by the Nova.

There was no longer any world as such. The planets up to Earth had been vapourised by the blast. Everything else had been turned into balls of charred dust orbiting an empty star. There was no more light.

Some had left the solar system, trying to start over again on new worlds. They did not succeed. Man did not have the will to survive light-years from home.

Those who stayed left their bodies. Knowing that matter could not survive the Nova, mankind evolved. Discarding his physical form, man reached for the stars in a way never betore imagined.

Man was now the single largest collection of minds ever known to have existed. Individualism no longer had any meaning. Just a community of minds, working together and existing for the common cause.

Roaming the universe, over the course of eternity, man learned all that there was to learn and saw all that existed in the universe. But everywhere man went, there was darkness. The eternal black that made even the brightest star cower before it.

Most of all was the emptiness. For man alone. Oh, there was other life in the universe, but none like man, and man could not interact with others unlike itself.

So for man there was to be no light, no warmth and no hope. Only the dark. Man had evolved to its height and there was nowhere left to go.

Robert Beeston