WE & THEYRound 1: Dryland
Scène 2039, Young mother: age 40; Daughter: age 20; Boy lover: age 45; Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body; daughter’s soul in daughter’s body; boy lover’s soul in boy lover’s body [Young mother did not kill her daughter in round 1. Hence, the young mother did not go to the court and thus did not cajole the judge. The judge, as a result, stayed with the HIV patient and got HIV. Due to the social discrimination of HIV patients, he is deeply discriminated against and deserted and thus died quickly under both the disease and the mental afflictions. Due to the HIV patient became the lover of the judge, the HIV patient never became the lover of the boy lover. As a result, the boy love never gets HIV. Thus, the boy lover died at last whenever one in the world died.] It was the 200th cloudy day. There were not the white and soft clouds like marshmallows but the lead dark ones, blocking the sky that no blue had ever been revealed by chance. Though people suspected the sun would never come back, the weather was torrid and suffocating, as if every drop of water would be dried out from the body, mummifying them lively. Swarm of stiffened corpses was faintly floating in the streets, hurrying to the pale hospital but became motionless in their own shrouds before entering. No tear as they were baked thoroughly. No yell as they were suffocated entirely. Everywhere was mortuary… The young mother went to her daughter’s house and asked her about the disease. The disease spread so quickly that most part of the world has encroached. Thousands and millions of people died every day. The daughter admitted that it was she who created the disease and put effort to spread it as she sought for the retribution of the society. She believed the society was too dark that she was deeply hurt. She said that society deserved an end. The young mother pleaded her daughter to stop the disease. The daughter indifferently replied that it was too late. She said that her mother should never bring her to the earth to let her suffer all of these. She said that she had been paying the debt of the inner evilness of everyone on the earth for such a long time, so she never regretted letting everyone payback. The mother walked out of the house of her daughter, dejectedly. She saw the dying boy lover and she hated him so deeply that she felt nothing today. Soon, everyone died except her and her daughter. The mother was dying too. The mother went to her daughter once again to ask what the daughter would do. The mother asked whether the daughter regret today as the daughter would be so lonely on the earth then. The daughter smiled and said no. The daughter claimed that she would use her rest of the time writing stories and creating evidence of how all the people on the earth died at a moment because of a darkest and grotesque asteroid and she was the most innocent victim of the survival. The daughter smiled again and claimed that the alien would remember her, show sympathy to her, and pay respect and honor to her. The mother was dying with an intensive mixture of bitterness and regret. She thought that if she would give another chance, she would save the people. She should kill her baby; her baby was worse than Hitler… The day never came. The night never had moonlight or stardust but was a giant shade that never lifted. Round 2: Eclipse Grand Dance 2019, Young mother: age 20; Daughter: age 0; Boy lover: age 25; Judge: age 30; HIV Patient: age 20 Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body; daughter’s soul in daughter’s body; boy lover’s soul in boy lover’s body. [With the memory of round 1, the mother came back to 2019, still as a young university student in her age 20. No one knew whether the daughter comes back to 2019 with or without the memory of round 1. Even with the memory of round 1, the daughter was in a weak baby body that she was defenseless. No one knew if the daughter still remembered, she hoped or not hoped to die as a baby.] The young mother surprised at the coming to the truth of her wish—she traveled back to 2019 as in her 20-year-old young body. The evil daughter was coming as well in the icy wind of colorless January. Her head was almost burning so the wind cut to the bone was helpful to her. The young mother’s soul shouted her that she should kill her daughter. Hence, the young mother killed her daughter with the sharp glittering blade of the kitchen knife, separated her daughter's body into pieces like a pig, and buried the pieces deep in her moldy backyard. She knew that she could hardly cover her crime so her heart was not bumping too fast. Not out of her expectation, she was sent to the court in the afternoon when the wind was sobbing uncontrollably. It was lucky that at least the court was not freezing. She met the judge for the first time. He was young. Half of him glittered with the sense of justice and half of him shaded in the cynical nature. He was famous for his impartiality and compact logos, and his gentle persuasion of deterioration scarcely made people annoyed but won much love from the people. She did not fully know him, however. She was sent to her home in the afternoon. In her home, her phone moaned and she received a message— “The judge is in Bar of Fame and Love in No.20 of Secrets Street. Remember the seventh table of the left corridor. Bring a bottle of champagne. Wear high heels. He likes a confident girl with some evilness.” The young mother brought the best champagne she could get from the store next to her home. Stepping out of the store, feeling her head was almost too cold to drop, she was called by an enigmatic voice from the car. She stepped into the car but she could not see the face of the driver. The light in the car was all off and the driver wore a black veil. With the memory of round 1 and the memory of killing her daughter, she was hardly scared now. The car stopped at a crossroads. The young mother went out and found the bar with her high heels and champagne. It was the in the hell theme that all wallpaper was in dark purple and skeletons were hanging everywhere. The stairs looked as if they were made of human bones and the chandeliers were like eyeballs of the gargoyle. Left corridor table 7, she saw the judge, but then she pretended not to see him. She saw an energetic young girl also in her twenties talking with the judge. The young girl was murmuring something and she left for a while. The young mother understood what should she do. She pretended to slip at table 6 to let the ebony maps claim her but tried her best to secure the champagne. The judge looked over the table and worried about the other young girl just slipped. The young mother stood up and met the eyes of the judge, pretending to be so surprised to meet him. The young mother asked the judge whether he was the judge at the court today. The judge nodded. The young mother murmured that since such coincidence could take place then she would share the champagne with the judge. The judge gladly invited her to the table and talked and talked. The judge appreciated the young mother for her taste of the champagne. After drinking some champagne, the young mother pretended to be wilder and more confident. The judge smiled--that was the type of alcohol and his type of girl. And the end of leaving, she caught a glimpse of the boy lover. Anyway, he is gone now, do not panic, she thought. The young mother came and talked to the judge in the bar at table 7 every day. The judge told the mother that he hoped to uphold justice with his life and told her the purpose of going to the bar and chatting with different people was also for initially justice. He said he was young and felt the true fairness was behind the mists that he hoped to uncover. He believed that people did not really seem to what they were and he felt the society somehow went wrong and needed to be changed. He told his despair in an inability to find what was really wrong when the world appeared to be wrong in every sense. The judge somewhat fell in love with the young mother, though he never told the young mother. The judge made a poor decision on the day closing the case. The judge gave no punishment to the young mother at all. And from that day, the young mother never came back to the bar. The judge was looking for the young mother. And he suddenly understood why would never come back. He regretted failing to justice. As he swore his life of upholding justice, he got depression, deeper every moment than before. He, in the end, could not suffer and committed suicide by hanging himself with a thin thread. Months later, the young woman got the news. She regretted her wrongdoings again. She had a strong sense of being a criminal than any time before. The brightest star was the feeblest one. It fell in large wind and never returned. Scène 2039, Young mother: age 40; Daughter: age 20; Boy lover: age 45; Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body; boy lover’s soul in boy lover’s body; daughter’s soul in another young woman judge’s body (not the judge in former stories, in later paragraphs, would be referred as young woman judge) [When the baby daughter was killed by the young mother, the soul of the baby daughter did not dissipate but stayed in the body of her mother. Her mother never realized through as the daughter conceal all her traces. The daughter was actually with the memory of round 1. The soul never forgot. Twenty years later, a young woman judge was crying at not finding true justice, yelling that the true criminals were behind the curtains and complaining that the internet was too corrupted in the moral standards. She found that judge the actions by-laws was so weak and terribly wrong that she should judge the soul instead. Depressing as she was, she tried to suicide herself. When she was suiciding, the daughter’s soul came into the body of the young woman judge. Again, looking at the hypocritical, patriarchal, morally degenerated world, she released the disease. Her mother never realized her daughter was alive.] One day the sky was covered in black by bats; the other day the sky was covered in yellow by locusts. One day the sky was covered in red by fire; the other day the sky was covered in dark red by blood. One day the earthquakes and all was nothing but dust; the other day the tsunami came and all was submerging except Himalaya. The newborn babies were abnormal; the teenagers were with leukemia; the young adults were with cancer. South pole was dug to a sea and north pole was filled to a land. Pesticides were stronger than genocides and the stratospheric ozone layer replaced the tropospheric ozone layer. Air pollution was the food for the poor, and corpses was the fuel for the rich. Accustomed to death and hoped to pay her guilty of killing a baby and harmed a nice judge to death, she became a doctor of infectious disease. She was looking for her death somehow that in her unconsciousness it was a huge relief. Recently, the patients were increasing that everyone felt more doomed than ever and the hospital was turned to the funeral parlor. She thought God was responding to her call, finally agreeing to claim her. But soon she found the infectious disease spreading too quickly. When she was trying to figure out the strangeness of the disease, she saw a man on the counter of drugs. She realized the person immediately. He was the boy lover, now a middle-aged man. She overheard what he was asking—he asked for HIV medicine. The counter replied due to the seriousness of the infectious disease there was no medicine for HIV. In two weeks, she saw the man begged for HIV medicine but always got nothing at all. And then she never saw him again. He died. She went to the counter and saw the left health history of the boy lover. He was HIV positive when she was still at the court. She remembered the glimpse of the boy lover at the bar and wondered whether he got HIV at that time. Anyway, she soon forgot it as the number of patients was growing madly. Not only the hospital but everywhere was the mortuaries now. The disease spread so quickly that the most part of the world has encroached. Thousands and millions of people died every day. She suddenly realized that it was her daughter. She went to her daughter’s house and expected it to be empty. But there was a young woman, soon all her body and soul told her that she was right--that was her daughter, coming back in another one’s body. And soon the young mother remembered something that she always felt a soul trapped inside hers for almost twenty years and until recently it was gone. She thought the trapped soul was due to her double round memory but now she realized the soul was a real soul—the soul of her daughter. She knew it was too late that everyone was going to die. She was dying too. With deep regret, she pleaded to save the world again. And she died… Round 3: Inferno Pas de Deux 2018, Young mother: age 19; Boy lover: age 24 Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body; boy lover’s soul in boy lover’s body. [With young mother ‘s will of preventing the extinction of humankind that had not faded after two rounds of misery and incapability, she made another Chrono cycle. With the memory of the last round, she knew that she could not kill the daughter. She had two hope now. The first was to try never became pregnant so that the baby would never be born and she would not be humiliated and stay as a normal university student. The second was that even she could not prevent her fate having that baby, she hoped to tell the judge that the failure of upholding justice was not his fault that he should never blame himself for death. She hoped to tell him that she was a person with an almost deadlock Chrono cycling fate. She knew that the judge was a nice person that he knew the society was ill and was gradually in recognition of true justice. He would bring light to the world if he lived to his natural demise. In the third round, she was still a girl—actually she was one year younger than last time, but she had sixty years of memory though some were repetitive. Her soul was stronger now, though submerging into the body of a youth rejuvenated her a bit and made her a bit more naïve. Whether the boy lover remembered the all was unknown, as he was not an active time traveler as the young mother or the daughter was. It is believed that even he remembered some pieces it should be very vague.] The end of the year was an omen for her end, before that she never learned. Her youth was forever bleak from the empty spring. The flowers died before they bloomed. The leaves rusted before they were full-grown. It was still lucky that her tear could water the trees now. Next year, she would not have a drop of tear. The young mother just met the boy lover for the first time in this round 3 body. She felt the strong contradictions on her: the nineteen years old body was the north pole and he was the south pole, and her soul was the south pole. Her soul knew the start of all the primary sufferings was him, from which she was cyberbullied by her alumni with posting her pregnant photos with blasphemy words, from which she received vulgar jokes and despises from people from all over the world, from which everyone on the street sneered at her and took photos of her and send the photos around. She remembered she went to the hospital but the doctor scorned her for going to university that he claimed that women lived for giving birth and for men’s pleasure. She remembered she went to the clinic for psychological help but the consultant taunted at her for going to the university that he claimed that women lived for giving birth and for men's pleasure. She determined she would never fall in love with the boy, never. She thought that the baby was both scapegoat and Hitler such an awful supernatural combination, so the baby girl should never exist in the world. I was deported here to prevent the love with hellfire, she thought. She was so concentrated on planning the change that she forgot where she was walking to. On a narrow corridor with nobody, where the spider webs and dead insects covered, wet and misty, her soul was almost out of her body that for a moment she could not feel her body. But now a suffocating weight was enforced on her, with the heat of the purgatory fire. She felt so painful that she felt herself on surgery. I am dying, she thought. With struggling she feebly opened her eye and saw a view of someone’s back departing—someone she hated so deeply that even the vaguest outline can tell who that was. Why! Why the history repeats itself! Unlike the last time she was voluntary, the boy lover raped her. And, soon, her last candle of breaking the repetition was blown out—she became pregnant, once again. Students in her school knew she became pregnant once again. They once again posted her photos of being pregnant. They enjoyed labeling her as a bitch, as a prostitute, as a morally degenerated person, and as a machine for giving birth. They found being raped not a crime but herself being attractive a crime. They believed that she deserved it and some believed all women deserved it. She went to the doctors and they laughed at her for going to the university that he claimed that women lived for giving birth and for men's pleasure. Though with a soul experiencing sixty years and forty of them was too dark that could suffocate everyone, she again tortured physically and mentally by the cyberbullies and patriarch comments. She was shouting, yelling, and crying, but nobody ever came to help her. They said she had got hysteria and asked all to leave away from her… When the still bright star struggled to maintain its illumination, the blighter star colored it black. Scared by the shroud the others forced it to wear on, the star fell and never came back. Grand Dance 2019, Young mother: age 20; Daughter: age 0; Boy lover: age 25; Judge: age 30; HIV Patient: age 20. Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body; daughter’s soul in daughter’s body; boy lover’s soul in boy lover’s body; Judge’s soul in Judge’s body; HIV Patient’s soul in HIV Patient’s body. [10 months was longer than 10 years even the young mother knew pain and misery too well than anyone, as it was the third time of her reaching 20. She began to understand why that even she would not love the boy lover she would be raped by him, because that if the baby was never born she would return to her 19 or 20. She returned to save humankind from the disease created by her daughter. If the baby was never born, the disease would never happen that the young mother's soul would never return. As a result, she decided to again take the life of the baby after the baby was born. But she knew the baby would be alive anyway like the last time. Hence, she tried to make a difference in herself this time.] The young mother gave birth to her baby, as she now understood that without the baby she would never come back so the baby must exist. But she needed to make a change. She did not want another twenty of similar horror. She had died twice so another death was no problem for her. She jumped out of the window with her baby to make sure that the baby would not hide in her (young mother’s) body. But she forgot that she was on a low second floor. She did not die as she expected, and in fact, she did not even break a leg or arm. She was almost intact. The baby, however, with a much fragile body, was smashed into pieces. She wished the baby never came back again, hoping the baby’s soul was also smashing into pieces and dissipated eternally. She was sent to the court, like usual, like always. She met the judge again, instead of fear him she smiled to him, warmly. The judge did not notice her smile. He did not have the memory of the last round. He was still that judge who embraces the truth and justice and felt unsatisfactory to the world and hoped to hear more stories to understand the evilness of the world. The young mother was not that young mother, however. She was worn out, almost, though deep down in heart, a university student could still be seen vaguely. All that kept her not fallen apart was the responsibility of preventing the Judgement Day, the end of the humankind. In the evening, she was sent to her home again, about half an hour earlier than the last time. At her home, she grabbed her phone and felt her a desire of texting something. She knew perfectly the bar, the alcohol, and the type of girl the judge love and she knew the judge was, in fact, a very nice person. Responding to her desire to text something, she wrote a message on her phone— “The judge is in Bar of Fame and Lust in No.20 of Secrets Street. Remember the seventh table of the left corridor. Bring a bottle of champagne. Wear high heels. He likes a confident girl with some evilness.” She wrote the message as a memo, so she sent it to herself as there was nobody she could send to—none of the contacts was her friend. Then she felt a powerful attraction that almost pulled her soul out of her body. She saw a young woman coming in, so the third-round young mother hid her under the bed. The young mother saw the young woman checking the message and first time saw the face of the young woman—the young woman was herself. The young woman murmured her message out "The judge is in Bar of Fame and Lust in No.20 of Secrets Street. Remember the seventh table of the left corridor. Bring a bottle of champagne. Wear high heels. He likes a confident girl with some evilness." The young woman hid under the bed recalled everything, and she realized it was the round 3 she who gave the instructions to the round 2 she. Was it the fate—that she must have the baby, that she must be the secret instructor of herself? Her absent-minded even unconscious texting showed somehow some cause and effect could not be stopped or she would never travel through the time. Now she realized that she must found a car to drive the round 2 herself to the bar. But how can there be two herself? Should she keep secluded let the round 2 herself replay all the disasters again and herself now just idling around? Anyway, she put a black veil on her and pulled a car to the front of the grocery store where the round 2 herself brought champagne. Again, she felt her soul was almost driven out her body that she was almost shaking before the round 2 herself. No! No! Stay there! She thought. Still, she was slowly flying into her second-round body and she could hardly concentrate on her driving. No! No! Not play the round 2 again! Stay there! She thought. Finally, she pulled the car to the bar. She sighed and hoped for a moment of relief. But the moment made her completely leaking out from her round 3 body and submerging into the round 2 body. The two souls united, leaving one body totally numbed in the car. She walked into the bar, glancing table 7 in the left corridor. She stepped on her high heels and grabbed her champagne tightly. She was now hesitating. If she never came, the judge would give her punishment but the only one who might have chances to seek the real truth and justice of the world would regret his deed. The energetic young girl of her age would be forgotten instead of having a happy life with the nice judge. And that was not all her worries were about. If she played all the same as the last time she had played, then she would not make any differences in this round but be trapped, suffering another miserable twenty years and start her life all over again. While she was thinking, she was approaching to table 6 and 7. Maybe, her baby souls still lie in her this time, and, maybe, to receive the punishment she supposed to be going through could destruct the evil soul of her baby. Should she cajole the judge? Maybe she should not try to save herself by herself in a supernatural way. She again saw the young girl murmured something and left. The young mother did not slip and stop this time. She followed the young girl. Walking down the corridor, the young energetic girl found a room with nobody. The young mother watched the young energetic girl secretly. The young mother saw the young girl swallowed down the HIV medicine and hid the medicine carefully. When the young mother was just going to approach the young girl, she realized a young man just arrived here, just after the young HIV patient had hidden her medicine. The young man did not realize the young mother, he walked directly to the girl and was about to rape the girl. The young mother realized who he was—the boy lover. With the shrill of meeting the devil to her again and hoping to protect the young girl, the young mother shouted immediately. The boy lover saw her—he realized who she was. The boy lover trough the young girl down. And now he was approaching the young mother. No! No! No again! First, she could not be insulted again! Second, she could not have another baby! Third, she could have another disease creator candidate! She was trying to kill herself by bumping her head into the table in the room! But she was already grabbed tightly by the boy lover, unable to move. The boy lover said to her that she was supposed to be a birth machine which was his task. Because she killed her baby, she violated her vocation, and, as a result, the task fulfiller would also be killed, by his brotherhood, a worldwide brotherhood. He raped her again but then killed her this time. The boy lover suicided as he knew that he would be killed anyway. The energetic girl scared out and had already flown back to the table of the judge. However, before the boy lover destructed his body by knife, the young women’s soul flew out of her just dead body, into the boy lover’s body. She disposed of her own body and hurried out to hid herself, or himself with the boy lover’s body, the disgusting body. She/he drove the car she drove here back, remembering that she had another numbed but intact body. She/he left the body in the car and ran away, hiding herself/himself. She/he was a real murder now, or a murder of murder now... A blighter star mocked on a brighter star to let it fall. The blighter star succeeded. The blighter star did not notice a further blighter star was pushing it down when it was pushing the other. Soon, stars slipped successively… Pas de Deux 2019, Young mother: age 20; Daughter: age 0; Boy lover: age 25; Judge: age 30; HIV Patient: age 20. Young mother’s soul in boy lover’s body; daughter’s soul in round 2 young mother’s body; round 3 young mother’s body disposed; boy lover’s soul dissipated; Judge’s soul in Judge’s body; HIV Patient’s soul in HIV Patient’s body. [The young mother with the boy lover’s body hid herself now because the boy lover murdered herself. What she did not know was that no one suspected that the boy lover was a murderer. Actually, no one knew the young mother’s body was killed for a time. It was not because the round 3 numbed body that dissipated the people’s suspect, for people would still the young mother died mysteriously if she lost consciousness. But the numb body could walk and talk and do everything as a living person. There was no ghost in the numb body however but there was a soul. A soul that was as young as 5 minutes after the birth and a soul that had more than forty years’ memory. In fact, no one would know how many years of memory she had, because everyone died before her. Everyone died before her.] She regained a body in the car. She was just smashed to the ground. It was the second time that her real body was destructed and this time it was into pieces. It hurt so much she recalled, but now she had an intact body. Though the body was twenty years old but a moment ago she was a baby, it was in no way strange. Her soul had experienced so many years that she lost count. And the body was so familiar to her. Not only because the body belongs to someone who had a blood connection to her that in her new life she had live in the body as a fetus for ten months, but, in her last life, she had hidden in a similar body for twenty years. She walked out of the car to the court. The daughter’s soul was now in her mother’s body. The daughter hoped to receive the punishment, though she thought it was fun because she would be sent to prison because she was killed. Anyway, the prison was a concrete wall for the cyberbullying. No one outside would saw her and took her photos to post online. She would not have her phone so she did not need to see any comment on her. She did not make effort to escape from the crime of killing her baby but only plead to have a single cell in prison as she (her mother) was raped to have the baby so she would not want to be raped again in the cell. The judge looked so frustrated and sorrowful at the end of the case. He was just tested to HIV positive. He hid from the other from then on. His friends found him being so weirdly indifferent and asked him why, but the judge refused to answer. After the case was closed and the daughter with the young mother’s body was sent to the prison, the judge locked himself in his house. He was found dead a few days later… A star was pulled down by evilness now pulled another down because of kindness. Stars fell after one and another, sometimes deliberately, sometimes absent-mindedly… Solo 2019, Young mother: age 20; Daughter: age 0; HIV Patient: age 20. Young mother’s soul in boy lover’s body; daughter’s soul in young mother’s body; HIV Patient’s soul in HIV Patient’s body. [The young mother with the boy lover's body hid behind a secret door in her basement. There was some food and water to support her for a few days. She hated to live in this disgusting body, which has raped herself twice in this round. She deeply suspected the body has raped other girls as well. She felt so uncomfortable but she had no choice. She heard some bustling in her house these two weeks that made her worried so much. She believed the voice was from the police searching the reason for her mysterious death. But the house was quiet from five days ago. She felt it was safe to come out now. The food and water have been depleted. As a result, she sneaked out of her basement to her kitchen to have some food and water and grabbed her phone and her charge to the basement.] She felt so lucky that the police had not taken her phone for investigation. Her phone was a corner of her sofa under a cushion. Slowly charging it in the basement, she turned her phone on. The Wi-fi was terrible in her basement, but it was enough now. She checked whether there was news for her mysterious death. She did not get it but some more surprising news had entered her eyes. The judge was found dead today in his house and after her case was closed the judge resigned his position and never found by his friends. But she died, and her soul was here. How could she appear at the court and be sent to the prison and how could the judge die? Her confusion almost overwhelmed her sorrow for the death of the judge. She hoped to go out and check the reality as she knew the internet could be full of rumors. People just like thrilling news—the mysterious death of the judge was like one of the best stories. But she could not go out—first, her appearance on the court and her being sent to the court could all be fake news, and, second, if she did not die, with the appearance of the boy lover, some brotherhoods the boy lover mentioned could kill this body. Hence, she abandoned the idea of going out and checking the truth. She then decided to check the different news to understand what really happened, although even two contradictory news could be both fake news. There was a really dramatic piece, which said that she was the bride of the devil that when the judge sent her to the prison the judge enraged the devil so he got the retribution of his death. There was one she felt to be closer to the reality, through the official news deem it a rumor, that the news said the judge was tested HIV positive in the hospital during the case was going on, so that after the case was closed the judge felt his responsibility had fulfilled thus being so dejected of having HIV he hated and secluded himself, died of depression quickly. The later one was soon blocked, though the first one about the bride of the devil was still there, spreading by the people madly. She shook her head, laughing under her breath. Solo 2019, HIV Patient: age 20. HIV Patient’s soul in HIV Patient’s body. [She read the news of the death of the judge. She was so sad and regretful. She loved him and she knew that he was the rare nice people on the earth. The world deserted her as an HIV patient or harmed her as a beautiful young girl, only the judge provided her some care and, from the judge, she saw that the society could be better. When she was young, one raped her and after that she felt very uncomfortable and was tested HIV positive. She was a beautiful and energetic girl that many people envied her and thus wrote vicious and blasphemy words to her, but she was strong enough. Now people knew she was an HIV patient who wrote even venomous sentences to her. They said she was a whore, a faceless girl, or an evil heartless girl. Her family supported her and protected from the cyberbullying at first. But at last her family could not stand those ugliest abusive words to the family, so they left the girl and moved to another city. Luckily, the family still cared for the girl so they did not sell the home and had left some money for the girl. The girl then hid her disease and deleted all social medias. Though people still envied her beauty and talents so they tried their best to destruct her fame. But with few people knew her as HIV patient now, the abusive words were a little better. She found a part-time job of decorating the interior of the bar, which even including writing some poems, drawing some paints, arranging some flowers sometimes. With the money, she could support herself for the university. She, too, was a university student.] She was submerging in the sorrow for several days, but, still, the routine should be carried on. The classes, the assignments, and her part-time job as the interior designer of the bar made her pretty much spun around every day. Today was her time to go to the hospital and got her HIV medicine. She dressed up as a different person to avoid anybody to recognize her. She did not want any acquaintances to know her as an HIV patient, or she would be destructed by them with the most intensive hatred and blames. She made her look like a woman in her thirties, not to be too exaggerated through because the doctors could see her real age from the medical record. However, a bit older would not be found strange by the doctors, because usually they believed the HIV patients were witches that any strange and supernatural characteristics could appear on them. When she was waiting for her doctor to make up a prescription for her, she noticed a name on the computer—the name of the judge. She asked the doctor if he knew him. The doctor said he came here two weeks ago which was a newly diagnosed patient. The doctor mentioned absent-mindedly that the patient looked almost he would die tomorrow that he was so dejected and scared. The young girl could not bear hearing more, so she stopped the doctor. She ran to her home as soon as she got the medicine. At home, she cried and cried. She realized it was her who led to the death of the judge. The judge was another victim of the hatred and discrimination of HIV. And she was the worst criminal that she let him got it without knowing it. She deserved to die. She was a murderer… Danses des Coupes 2019, Young mother: age 20; HIV Patient: age 20. Young mother’s soul in boy lover’s body; daughter’s soul in young mother’s body; HIV Patient’s soul in HIV Patient’s body. [The young mother with the boy lover’s body stayed behind a secret door in her basement. Due to the mysterious death of the judge, her house was searched by the police several times. She knew that at late night there would not be people searching for her house. So usually she grabbed food and water late at night. But her food soon ran out. She needed to go to the grocery. But she knew her life was in danger because of the brotherhood. She could not report the offense of the brotherhood, however. She could be killed immediately by the brotherhood during the police’s investigation. She could be suspected as the people who forced the judge to death as the boy lover was related to the young mother, related to the real herself. She could even be sent to prison for rape. And she knew the brotherhood being an extremely large organization was very likely to be true, because she was bullied or cyberbullied by them constantly. She suspected almost every man was a member of it, the doctor in the hospital, the doctor in the clinic, her alumni. Hence, there can be a large number of them in the court too. As a result, in either way, she could not report the brotherhood to the police. She did not fear death, but now she needed to figure out too many mysteries before her death. She still needed sometimes.] As the food was running out, she could be starved to death without going to the grocery store. In the evening, when the police typically would not go search her house for clues of the death of the judge, she prepared to go out. She searched her wardrobe for a large windbreaker, which could cover her figure of a man. The smog was heavy today. Thus, it would not be strange for her to wear a mask to hide some characteristics. She put on some make-up to make her appear womanlier as well. She knew then the brotherhood could hardly track her or him, the boy lover. She walked quickly but not too quickly to appear weird. She chose as much bread, biscuits, cup noodles, and rice as she can but still not much to appear weird. While she was almost finished, she has a glimpse of someone. The used to be a young energetic girl was at the corner of the goods shelf. The young girl was no more energetic, she looked sullen and almost lifeless. Her face was too pale. The young mother in the boy lover's body wanted to ask her what had happened and tried to comfort her. The young mother stepped forward to reach her. She saw a young mother. But before the young mother was trying to ask her, the young girl slipped away as fast as she can. Through with the woman's clothes, a mask, and a woman's make-up, the young girl noticed her eyes (his eyes) immediately. The instinct of the young girl told her that was the person who tried to rape her in the bar after she hid her HIV medicine. It was that evening that she feared so dreadful and scared that she asked the judge to comfort her. It was the evening she harmed the judge without him knowing it, which eventually led to his death. The young girl ran madly, without the groceries she hoped to buy. The young woman saw the combination of scare, hatred, regret, and sorrow. The young woman realized that she was in the boy lover’s body now. And the disgusting body was trying to rape the young girl so that her eye should be filled with scare and hatred. The young woman, hoping to go grocery with as less noticeable as she could, did not go after the girl. When she was at the cashier, the accountant asked her if she knew why a young girl just ran out madly. Before the young woman wanted to reply, she realized her voice was the boy lover’s voice, which would be strange from one with woman clothes and make-up. She shook her head, leaving quickly. Solo 2022, Daughter: age 3 (Young woman: age 23) Daughter’s soul in young mother’s body. [The daughter was not afraid of solitude. She loved it. She hoped that there was a way that when she wanted to be in the middle of the crowd she could and when she wanted to be in the center of the prison she could. She wanted love from her parents and her friends. But there was none for her that she felt her heart was frozen. She hated the endless cyberbullying from the people. She hoped all of them could be disappeared, forever. She saw it was not a person's fault, but the society was corrupted. The moral standards, the inner laws and regulations, and the awareness of right and wrong had not to be upgraded as the speed and range of the networks had been upgraded. She knew there were too many murderers wandering on the virtual streets that one could be harmed too readily. She knew the exponential growth of the data had made people flippant and impetuous and they often forget to check the authenticity, consider the problem from multiple sides, list the pros and cons and weigh their essentiality. She felt everyone needed some solitude to calm down and think carefully, or they could release their anxiety by imposing the anxiety on the others. But she was not born with the authority to change them. She was killed when she was a baby. People hated her out of no specific or real reasons. They were determined to destroy her then she would not swallow her pride. Three years past too quickly for her. She needed three years to prepare for her painful future. She prepared how to accept the peculiar glance from people, how to be not only rejected by being despised and sneered at everywhere she went to, and how she could never get any education and job. She prepared for retributions when she believes redemption was redundant.] No one would employ her, one who had stayed in the prison for three years, one who had been sentenced for the offense of intentional killing. In a perspective, she was only three years old, but both her real soul age and her body was not in three, so she definitely could not go to the orphanage. It was not out of her expectation. However, some occupations have a low entry standard—those on the internet, but most of them needed some starting fees at least. With nothing but a felony, she could almost have nothing but starving to death. She found her experiences of her three Chrono cycles most fit for being a writer. But writing an essay people have zero interest, writing a novel people love the more entertaining and sensational ones, writing a poem people have no patience, writing an autobiography people believed the past criminal had no wise words at all, writing the history people believed a girl lack of education knew nothing. It was all in vain. She has a low start and no background that she could only remain low, to invisible, to the grave, to hell. She was really down to hell that writing was her side occupation and beggaring was her main occupation. She gave up writing. She held webinars, but soon she found it was a leisure activity for the people with the best backgrounds that even they never wish to get pennies or dimes from it. Now she found her last way, to win money with her appearance. Never was it a readily occupation yet it seemed to be the only thing the people care about. Meantime, the payment was extremely heavier. First, she was deemed a most frivolous person with little intelligence. Second, the most abusive and harmful words and even the real-life threat hailed to her, but she should as much time as she could praise them to make them feel they were the most charming and dignified people in the world. She and her mother died from them again and again, and now should she serve them like a king. Still, she knew some of them were nice, but most others love the farce of holding her to the highest platform and smashed her to the ground. Maybe it was her fate, she laughed under her breath, as she was smashed to the ground just after her birth. Such a coincidence, she smiled. Solo 2032, Young mother: age 33 (Boy lover: age 38); Daughter: age: 13 (Young mother: age 33) Young mother’s soul in boy lover’s body; Daughter’s soul in young mother’s body. [She had similar searching as her daughter did. Before her start, she thought the worst thing she could imagine was that all her work went under the name of the boy’s lover. But after her real start, she found that she could not even get any credit at all, let alone who the credit would belong to. She tried to be a video game streamer but she was no into them so she lacked the passion to make her success. She became a streamer for chatting simply, but as she could not reveal her face. Hence, she brought a cheap face mask.] A streamer wore a mask added some mystery that she actually became more interesting to the audience. The problem was that to become a chatter simply she needed to be attractive. Wearing the voice and face of the boy lover, she felt quite nauseated. Anyway, she was so short of money, so she could not let the mental obstacles to stop her. She tried very hard and, luckily, she was rising in popularity. One late night, when she was viewing the other shows to learn what she could do to have diverse content and to entice more audience, she found a surprising thing—there was a woman in her voice and her face. The age was not 33 as she expected but it was very normal to adjust the age to appear a little bit younger. She stalked the streamer. What first came in her mind was the misery of the streamer. The venomous words fill the comment to the streamer, though she was putting such effort and appeared so nice and lovely. The streamer made a lot of live shows every day, appearing to have no breaks at all. The young mother in the boy lover's body watched “herself” for several months and tried to reduce the cyberbullying to “herself.” But her voice was too low that it was always ignored too quickly. She insisted to support “herself” anyway, which even hurt her own show now. The words were actually increasingly poisonous for the entire community, and the woman with the same face as her original body received the exponentially increasing toxic comments. The young mother in the boy lover’s body felt that even she experienced so much cyberbullying in three Chrono cycles, she could still suicide under that woman’s comment. By examining that streamer’s video in depths, she tracked some faint and well-hidden hatred to the commenters. She felt the hatred was in no way surprised. Such a pool streamer, though every streamer was so vulnerable to the poisonous comments including herself… Solo 2038, Daughter: age 19 (Young woman: age 39) Daughter’s soul in young mother’s body. [She suffered the vicious slander, the elaborated malice. Her tear already ran dry. The disease she sent last time would still be sent this time. Again, she would not be regretted. Because, again, the people did not let her regret. The people were far beyond redemption, she should give them retribution.] She noticed a streamer growing in popularity who wrote to support her for several times. She went to watch the streamer’s show but by hearing the voice and seeing the vague outline of the face, she hated the person. She did not know why, as she supposed to appreciate the person. She was infuriated by looking at the person for any longer. Though she tried to stop herself, she ultimately sent a message to the steamer— “I do not know who you are. Thanks for your nice comment. But I feel so uncomfortable when seeing you in your show. I am really sorry but please do not waste time commenting on my show. Your face and appearance are similar to someone I hate, though I know you are not the person being so nice to me. But I really feel pressured when seeing you. Do not reply.” The few nice people gave her thrilling uncomfortableness. She was so despaired so that she was preparing for the final launching of the disease. She was growing old at the same time that her body was approaching forty. She could hardly conceal her aging that the criticism was harsher every moment. People called her a ruin to aesthetics and threatened her to quit streaming now… Interpolation 2038, Young woman: age 39 (Boy lover: age 44) Young mother’s soul in boy lover’s body [She was aging too. The despicable body of the boy lover was not too bad-looking and the voice was not too terrible. But now it was aging so people were gradually leaving. But it was not the worst…] She received the message after she just figured out who the person was. There were only two people who could do Chrono cycles or live in the body of the other. And the person who lived in her body was so much like someone she was too familiar with. The person’s modal verbs, sentence structure, the overall tone, the act, the smile, the character was all too like her daughter. Only her daughter could travel to her round 2 body and possessed it. Her daughter went to prison after her young mother’s round 3 body was killed. Her daughter became a streamer as there were no other jobs for here. Her daughter just like she was in round 1, being cyberbullied so destructively that aroused her hatred. Her daughter was born to be misery, be cyberbullied, and to hate the world. It was not her daughter’s fault but it was her fault. And now with the face and voice of the boy lover, her daughter banned her (young mother) to talk to her (daughter). The young mother sighed that her daughter was suffering so much but she could not help, neither supported quietly or talked directly. The young mother was fearing now. She feared she would have another cycle with a similar result when she found her daughter was not dissipated. While she was figuring out the way to talk to her daughter to avoid the release of the disease again, her fan or his fan went to attack another famous streamer with the masks. After her temporarily shifted her attention back to her show and her fan, the disaster came. The famous streamer’s fan, infuriated by her fan’s attack on the famous streamer, now began to attack her in all means. The famous streamer’s fan was so united and devoted that they found in a live show she had shown her dissatisfaction with the regulation and laws of the society. They reported dissatisfaction with the regulation and laws of an offense. Her account was blocked, forever. Now she was further from reaching her daughter. Now she was so helpless and hopeless… Scène 2039, Young woman: age 40 (Boy lover: age 45) Young mother’s soul in boy lover’s body [She was on the verge of death. She was poor, lonely, melancholy, forlorn…She signed up for an account as a fan of her daughter but she did not have a chance to chat with her one to one. She had no idea to recreate an account as a streamer. She had no idea where her daughter lived. She had no idea how to stop her daughter from spreading the disease. She had no hope but she knew it would still be a failed round. She was tired of the world. She hated the world. She hated the Chrono cycles. She hated that all the people should again die. She hated that 2040 would never come.] She was very feeble and vulnerable. The hell was she lived in, she thought. She was an oracle now as she knew what would happen the next. The lethal and readily infectious disease that made people die ugly had appeared. It was spreading, so quickly. The young mother got the disease just after few days though she always locked herself in her home with the food residue. The disease spread so quickly that the most part of the world has encroached. Thousands and millions of people died every day. It was her daughter. It was her daughter. It was once again her daughter. The mother was dying with an intensive mixture of bitterness and regret. She thought that if she would give another chance, would she save the people? If she would give another chance, would she save the people? The lonely stars turned into a cluster. The clustered stars turned into the lonely ones. The supernova could collapse into the black hole in a moment and now the last lonely ones could not prevent the fate of being sucked by the black holes… Intermezzo: Nirvana A crack of time, Young woman: age 20-40 Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body After she died, her soul returned to her body in a crack of time… As her daughter had lived in her body before, she had lived in the boy lover’s body before, when she returned to her body, she had the memory of the three Chrono cycles of her daughter and boy lover. Her soul had her memory of tree Chrono cycles always. With all those memories, those painful memories, those miserable memories, those despondent memories, she suddenly understood something… She had changed her own course of life and tried to change the people close to her. It was truly in vain. It could only be in vain. She was not a murderer. Her daughter was not a murderer. Even the young man was not a murderer. Under the sunshine, they supposed to be optimistic, energetic, kind, devoted, adorable, diligent, courageous… Under the sunshine, they would be sunshine. But under the dark night, they were dark night. After the sunset, they were the blinking stars at first. But then some dimed, and they were too timid to shine then, so they became blight. Stars that turned blight at last feared the dark night, shook and fell down, bumped holes on the earth. Then more stars that dimed approaching the end feared the dark night, shook and fell down, bumped many holes on the earth. When the majority of them landed to the earth bumping many holes, the gravity of the cluster of fallen stars increases dramatically attracting the stars that dimmed at first down. When all stars fell, the sun hid behind was also attracted and destroyed, though the sun originally believed that no matter what happened it would not fall. The more innocent people became the murderers in advance and received their punishment. The less innocent but still quite guiltless ones then received their punishment. The guiltier one behind the veil then received their punishment. The guiltiest one behind the curtain finally received their punishment. The initial diming of the star which aimed to scare down the newborn bright star now received their punishment enforced by them to punish the other initially. If there was no such brotherhood the boy lover joined in which required him to make woman birth machine, which made rape a task instead of a guilt, which punished the member who did not comply to their laws and regulations, then the boy lover would be a kind-hearted, considerate, and intelligent person, which when she became pregnant, the boy lover would not leave her but support her, share responsibility in taking care of the baby, and give the baby the love she deserved. If the internet users were not so bitter and impulsive, but more calm, considerate, and judgmental, she would not suffer the pain of cyberbullying so that she would not feel guilty of having a child in her young ages, she would not determine to keep her baby, and her baby would never release the disease under the immeasurable pressure of cyberbullying and ask for retribution of the death of every person on the world. If the world was less discriminated on the one with HIV but paid more attention to them and all the minorities, the young energetic girl would not need to hide her HIV and feel so lonely and destructive; the judge would not seclude himself as soon as the case was closed and depressed to die so soon. If the world was not full of rumor but of more truth, then she would discover she was imposed by someone much quickly, recognized her daughter was alive more quickly, explained to her who “he” really was, gave her shelter and love, and prevented her from release the disease. In either way could she prevent the destructive end to the humankind, but at least one darkness of the society needed to be changed, and better if all be changed. She would return to university. She would live happily with her daughter and provide her a good educational opportunity. She, her daughter, and the boy lover would live to the natural death with pleasure and satisfaction, so do the judge and the young energetic girl. She now knew what she needed to change: not herself, not the person around her, but the society as a whole. Her daughter had tried. The judge had tried. But she had never realized and tried. Before the nightfall, before they were stars, lambency from the sun that long escaped. Could the lambency be retrieved? Round 4: River Styx Solo 2017, Young mother: age 18; Boy lover: age 23 Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body; boy lover’s soul in boy lover’s body. [She knew what she should do. She suddenly opened her eyes. She was back—back to 2017, back to her 18 years old. She was young, energetic, and optimistic. She had a clear goal in life. She amazed people with her articulation and intelligence.] She knew what she should do. She should change society. The cyberbullying, the patriarchal notion, the spread of rumor, the ignorance to real justice, the discrimination to minorities, the social immobility, the wrong rules, regulations, and standards, the lack of judgment and patience, the lack appreciation to the mind, …, all should be changed step by step. She talked to people on the issue, wrote essays on the issue, held a seminar on the issue, but once she talked or wrote on the issue, the people became blind and deaf. She yelled the people, she wrote the words in the size of a giant, the people were blind and deaf. She yelled louder and louder, almost too loud to lose her voice, nobody responded, but they were blind and deaf. She yelled louder and louder, but whenever she talked on the issue, they were blind and deaf. They were blind. They were deaf. They were both blind and deaf… They said River Styx made one forget everything. Maybe her words were River Styx to them… Round ∞: Samsara Scène 2039, Young mother: age 40; Daughter: age 20; Boy lover: age 45; Young mother’s soul in young mother’s body; daughter’s soul in daughter’s body; boy lover’s soul in boy lover’s body Whenever I tried to change society, I yelled and yelled, shouted and shouted, cried and cried, but they were deaf and blind. I lost count of the round. Thousands, millions, and more. I was trapped in the close loop. Every time, the pain repeated; the misery repeated; the regret repeated. But I could not change it. When I tried to change, they were deaf and blind. The time never went beyond 2039. I lived in 2019 to 2039 for infinite times. I would still stay in twenty years. Nobody could live beyond 2039. Thus, everyone died in the first round and never came back, never, never, never… When I try to change society, they are deaf and blind… I am trapped forever… They have died forever… When I try to change society, they are deaf and blind… Finale: Hades Someone said the hell became the earth and the earth became hell, so people were all living happily in the land of Hades. Anyway, on earth, all was Stygian.
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