I opened my eyes. Surrounded in total darkness. I hear nothing. Where am I? What happened? Why am I here? I began to look around, slowly finding the possibility to move. First with the turning of my head, then onward with the shoulders, arms, hands and fingers, my back and finally the whole torso. Further my hips, thighs, calves and in the end my feet and toes. Now that my eyes are adjusted to the darkness, I see soft light from above. Without hesitation I began to swim to the light. Noticing then there’s the surface; I was all this time under water?
As I reached the surface, I realized the light came from the city that stood tall before its shores and me. But everything looked differently, the shores held no sand or pebbles but firm black metal with green-bluish light that remind me of veins in the human body. All the buildings of the city had that same colour and same architecture style as the shores. It gave an eerie effect and appeared very unnatural and well, robotic to my eyes.
Knowing I am in clear conscience all this felt from its appearance like out of some strange vivid dream. Slowly and carefully I walked towards it. After some time, I was walking down what seemed to me to be a street but it was all deserted. I met no one. Yet that green-bluish light was the only thing that provided light. Strangely the only thing that seems natural here is the water and the air. Because I felt a soft cool breeze blowing through the streets and alleys. Besides the wind and the sound of my steps there was nothing else to be heard.
I did not come far as I heard a “pssst” from some corner. I halted and searched for a face, a person, anyone who made that sound. “Pssst. Over here!” Called the voice from behind me.
I turned round to see. There stood before me a young man with a boyish face. He was dressed in some sort of a diving suit all in black with black leather boots. His hair was brown, straight and short cut to the ears and his eyes were also brown, dark brown.
Suddenly everything went black. I saw nothing but heard everything and was able to move only a bit. Realizing now something covered my eyes and bound me together. While trying to free myself I heard many voices around me, mostly men but also a few women and children.
“Quickly strap him up! Don’t let it remove the blanket! Hurry we need more ropes to tie it up again! Careful, he might be dangerous! What is that thing? It looks like a man to me. Well to me something dangerous that’s for sure!”
Quickly with all my strength I was able to break my bonds and removed the blanket that covered my eyes. Once the blanket was removed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were more people dressed in black diving suits, men, women and children.
“Everyone quick run! Hide!” Shouted a man with a similar short cut wavy, black hair. Immediately every one of them began to run away from me.
“Zzz-tz-buzz. Tz-no-zzrrrr-nnnrrrzzz-harm.” I gave out.
Placing quickly a hand to my throat. It must have been the water that damaged my voice! Strangely the rest of me is not damaged or malfunctioned. I must communicate them but how when my voice is damaged?
The man who gave the order to run was still close. Holding something in his hands, believing it would shield him from me. I presume it is a weapon. Slowly I went down on one knee to have a better eye contact and try to show respect to these people. They all were two heads smaller than me. He widened his eyes of fear and breathed through his mouth as I slowly moved a bit closer to him. I placed a hand over the strange weapon that was pointing to me. Knowing he can harm me with it in some way any moment. Pushing it slowly and gently down to the ground.
“rrttzz-nozz-rrzz-harm” I tried to speak with all my strength, looking into his ocher brown eyes.
From his look I saw he is trying to understand me with squinted eyes, I hope he does not speak a totally different language than mine. Will he understand English?
“tzzz-rrrrtzzzzzz-rrrrrrmmmm” That is it. My voice is now of absolute no use.
“Papa!” Cried a young boy in the distance running towards the man and me without stretched arms. He appears to be around five or six years old due to his size and movement.
“No! Don’t come any closer! It could be dangerous! Go to your mother, Harek!” Called the man fearfully to the running boy.
“Papa!” Cried Harek again in tears and his arms still reaching for his father and running. Suddenly he tripped and fell. The man who is also a father wanted to run but stayed and looked up to me with grief as if I threatened him to remain on the spot. Slowly I walked to the boy called Harek and gently helped him up with one hand.
He gave a short giggle. “You’re very warm.” Spoke Harek merrily while holding the tip of a finger from my hand that I used to help him up. I smiled to his notation. No human would have noted that in my world.
Suddenly from behind me I heard a loud roar approaching by the second. Quickly without thinking I winced together and crouched over the boy in a protective position. The next I felt a stinging pain from one spot and began to spread within moments in my whole body and total darkness went before my eyes.