Erios’un Planı

Erios’un Planı

Today is my mom’s birthday, and here’s a flash fiction piece I wrote for her. It’s in Turkish and it’s my first try in the language…

Happy birthday mom!!!

P.S: I love you!

Andromeda Galaksisi, MCMXCIX-II gezegeninin merkezinde bulunan Erios şehri normalden farklı bir güne merhaba diyordu. Yanıp sönen yatay ışık huzmeleri doğalarına uygun bir hızla farklı yönlere giderek, gezegenin yemyeşil bitki örtüsüyle kaplı yüzeyinde adeta yarışıyorlardı. Normalden farklı olan bu fevkalade ışık gösterisi değildi sadece; bu seyyah renk karışımlarının normalden 43.5 kat daha parlak olmalarıydı. Bir de tabii bu gezgin ışık huzmelerinin aslında Erios sakinleri olduğu gerçeği vardı ki, bu gösteriyi sıradışı yaptığı kesindi.

Şehir merkezinin iki ucunu birbirine bağlayan, içinde 71 renk barındıran likit gökkuşağının batıdaki ayağında ışık kümeleşmeleri iyiden iyiye artmıştı. Her gelen rengarenk ışık, yani Erios sakini, küre şekline bürünüp, gökkuşağının ayağının etrafındaki yeni yeni oluşmaya başlayan çemberde yerini alıyordu. Çemberdeki son boşluğa hızla gelip, yerleşen ve küre formuna bürünen son renk, açık zümrüt ağacı yeşiliydi. Ve o an, çemberin merkezinde, tam da likit gökkuşağının ayağının bulunduğu noktada bütün ışıklardan daha parlak, bembeyaz bir ışık hüzmesi belirdi. Bu parıldayan beyazlık, önce gökkuşağındaki 71 rengin tümünü adeta bir karadelik gibi emdi, sonra da içindeki her rengi daha parlak bir şekilde yansıttı. Erios’un hükümdarı sonunda ortaya çıkmıştı.

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“Erios’un tüm ışıklarını selamlıyorum,” diye başladı söze. Etrafındaki çemberdeki ışıklardan kısa süreli bir yanıp sönme geldi cevap olarak. “Buraya toplanma amacımızı merak ediyorsunuzdur. Hemen söyleyeyim,” dedikten sonra, ışığının merkezinde holografik bir imaj belirdi… mavi-yeşil bir gezegendi bu!

“Burası Samanyolu Galaksisinde yer alan Dünya gezegeni,” dedi. “Hepimiz biliyoruz ki, uzun bir süredir kendimizi göstermeden gelişmelerine yardımcı oluyorduk. Aramızdan bazıları, güneşleri battığı zamanlarda, yaşadıkları evlere aydınlık sağlamak gibi amaçlarla zaten Dünyada yaşamlarını sürdürmekteydi. Ancak, Dünya tarihine baktığımız zaman, orada yaşayan uygarlığın bazı temel fonksiyonlarında önemli eksikliklerin olduğunu gördük. Bu şekilde devam ederlerse çok yakında dünyalarını kendi kendilerine yok edecekler.”

“Nasıl yani? Kendi kendilerine mi?” diye sordu, kor ateşi rengindeki küre. “Hayatta kalma içgüdüleri yok mu yani onların?”

“Var tabiii ama savaşlar, bencillik, kıskançlık, birey olarak kendini beğenmişlik, birbirlerine karşı sevgi-saygı eksikliği ve akıllarını doğru şekilde kullanabilme ile sorun yaşıyorlar. Bu da onları kaçınılmaz bir sona doğru götürüyor.”

“Peki neden şimdiye kadar müdahale etmedik?” dedi, derin deniz mavisi küre. “Biz tüm evrenlerin iyilik melekleri değil miyiz?”

“Evrendeki her uygarlık, öğrenme ve tecrübelerden ders alma gibi yollarla kendi kendilerini kurtarmayı hak eder. Biz de bu nedenle bekledik şu ana kadar, ama herşey daha kötüye gitti. Şu anda acilen müdahale etmekten başka bir çaremiz yok.”

“Ama nasıl? Geç kalmadık mı? Nasıl ulaşacağız zamanında?” diye sordu Zümrüt Ağacı yeşili küre. Eğer bu muhteşem ışık küresinin olsaydı gözleri, kesinlikle hüzün dolmuş olurdu.

“Tam olarak değil. Oraya doğru yol alırken, kendi maksimum hızımızı belirli oranlarda aşabilirsek, zamanı da geriye döndürüp, uygun yerlere ve zamanlara birer Erios gönüllüsünü gönderebiliriz. Ne de olsa, tarihlerini ve yaptıkları hataları biliyoruz. Onları kurtarabiliriz. Herkes hazır mı?” diye sordu büyük beyaz huzme.

“Hazırız!” dedi ışık küreleri hep bir ağızdan.

“O zaman başlayalım,” dedi Erios’un hükümdarı, kor ateşi rengindeki küreye dönerek. “Sen, bilgiyi temsil edeceksin Tes-la, 1856 yılına gidecek ve onları kurtarabilecek olan bilimi ilerleteceksin.”

“Ama… ama, bir ışık varlığı olarak, nasıl yapacağım bunu? Aynı dili bile konuşmuyoruz dünyalılarla.”

“Şu aşamada dünyaya giden her ışık, orada halihazırda bulunan arkadaşlarımızın aksine, onlarınki gibi etten ve kemikten oluşan vücutlarda doğacak, onlar gibi büyüyecek, onlar gibi yaşayacak, yani kısacası onlardan biri olacaksınız. Tabii, bunun tam anlamıyla başarıya ulaşması için Erios ve buradaki yaşamınızla ilgili hiç bir şey hatırlamayacaksınız. Maalesef tek yol bu… muazzam bir fedakarlık, tabii bu durum oradaki beşer hayatınız sona erene kadar. Ancak o zaman, boyut değiştirip, ışık olacak ve herşeyi tekrar hatırlayacaksınız.”

“Tamam,” diye onayladı Tes-la yanıp sönerek. “Oraya ve o zamana ulaşabilmem için hızımı ne kadar arttırmam gerektiği bilgisini de hesapladım. Görüşmek üzere.” Tes-la küre formundan, huzme biçimine geçip aniden kayboldu.

“Sen La-onardo!” Erios’un hükümdarı derin deniz mavisi küreye doğru ışıldadı. “1452 yılına gidip, yazdıkların, çizdiklerin ve icatlarınla insanların yaratıcı güçlerini ortaya çıkaracak, onlara bir çok alanda esin kaynağı olacaksın. Belki yarattığın şaheserlerle, dünyalarının yok edilmeyecek kadar güzel olduğunu gösterirsin onlara.”

La-onardo da huzme haline bürünüp, tepelerinde bir tur attıktan sonra yoluna devam etti.

“Kar-la, 2115 yılına dünyadaki farklı milletleri bir araya getiren yönetici olarak doğacaksın, tüm insanları tek çatı altında birleştirecek ve aslında insanların birbirlerinden pek te farkları olmadığını göstereceksin.” Kekremsi pembe tonlarındaki küre de bir anda gözden kaybolur.

Gidecekleri yeri, zamanı ve görevlerini öğrenen renk kümeleri, birbiri peşi sıra kaybolmaya başlar; önce bozuk limon sarısı La-fayette ve sulanmış toprak rengi La-veau gözden kaybolur. Hemen arkasından da küllenmiş mor rengindeki Mande-la uçar.

Geride sadece zümrüt ağacı yeşili olan Nec-la kalmıştı.

“Peki, ben ne yapacağım? Benim görevim ne olacak?” diye sordu Erios’un hükümdarına.

“En önemli görev seninki Nec-la,” dedi Erios’un hükümdarı. “1945 yılına gidip, insanlara unutmakta oldukları sevgiyi ve şefkati hatırlatacaksın. Karşılıksız sevgi, saygı ve şefkat olmadan her uygarlık yıkılmaya yüz tutar.”

“Tamam, peki neden 1945 yılı?”

“Dünya o yıllarda büyük bir savaştan çok zarar görerek çıktı. Dünyanın yaralarını sarmaya ihtiyacı var ve bunun için de sevmeyi tekrar öğrenmesi gerekiyor.”

“Tamam ama benim burada 6 tane çocuğum var. Onları nasıl bırakırım ben!” dedi Nec-la.

“Hiç merak etme, onları da senin peşinden göndereceğim. Hiç ayrılmayacaksınız. Böylece farkında olmadan burada sahip olduğun çocuklara orada da sahip olacak ve onların eksikliğini hiç hissetmeyeceksin. Bilinçaltın huzur içinde olacak.”

“Peki ya eşim kim olacak? Dünyada çocuk sahibi olmak için 2 kişi gerekiyor diye biliyorum. Bir kadın, bir de erkek.”

“Onu da hiç merak etme. Seni sevecek, koruyacak, ömür boyu sevecek, sayacak bir aday belirledim bile.” dedi Erios’un hükümdarı. “Biliyorsun uzun zamandır, izliyorum dünyada olup biteni. Onu görür görmez tanıyacak ve aşık olacaksınız birbirinize”

“Harika!” dedi Nec-la. “Rotam dünya!” Nec-la tıpkı diğerleri gibi kayboldu gökyüzüne uçarak… veeeeee

5 Mayıs 1945 yılında, dünyaya sanki içindeki ışık taşmışçasına, zümrüt ağacı yeşili gözleri olan bir ışık doğar. Ve tüm dünya sevgiyle aydınlanır…

Görevi dünyaya sevgiyi öğretmektir ve sevgisi tüm dünyaya yetecektir.

Dickie L. Rowbotham

Dickie L. Rowbotham

It’s becoming more and more difficult to stay sane with all this self-isolation going on. So, I decided to write a flash fiction piece; a parody of the corona virus pandemic, main-stream media, social media blabbering, being clueless and the idea of hope. All characters here are fictional and have no relation to real world people or events. Here’s the punchline of the story: “One day, a loser wakes up to discover he made the headlines everywhere during a lethal Pandemic.” You can read the complete story by scrolling down. I would love to see some honest comments! Cheers!

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Covered in sweat and feeling a pain of uneasiness in his chest, Dickie woke up almost an hour before his alarm clock set off. He quickly hurried to the bathroom, turned on the tap, squirted some liquid soap onto his palm and began rubbing his hands in the harshest way anybody had ever done. He started silent counting and stopped when he reached 22. Twenty seconds were enough to kill the virus that might have been residing on his hands, but he’d always do a couple of seconds extra just to be on the safe side. He dried his hands with a paper towel and disposed it right away. With the corner of his eye, he checked his paper towel stock sitting proudly on the shelves. Yep, the remaining 37 huge rolls would be more than enough to last him in case paper-towel shortages started. Encouraged by his vast paper towel collection and not feeling well to his usual standards, he turned on the tap for another 22 seconds and peeled more skin off his hands.

It was the beginning of a huge day. The previous week he’d gone to the emergency service of the memorial hospital for Anoroc-91 testing. He had all the symptoms; a mild diarrhea, a little muscle pain especially in the back, dry coughing a couple of times throughout the day, shortness of breath accompanied by a mild fever. He’d waited a couple of days before he went to the hospital for a test as he couldn’t be sure if he was developing symptoms due to his own precautious actions. Since the world has been taken over by this pandemic, he’d completely changed the way he lived his life. He set up the heater at least ten degrees as he was informed by social media that the virus couldn’t survive in higher temperatures. This could be the reason he felt his elevated body heat. His diarrhea could be just because he’d changed his diet to natural Anoroc-repelling food advertised by a well-being specialist he’d been following on Twitter. His shortness of breath could be explained by not taking his protective mask off even when he was home alone. On another note, he was always home alone. Not that he was following strict self isolation techniques, but because he didn’t have any friends. “Darn!” he mumbled to himself. Where did he put the new batch of masks?

The landline phone rang, but he couldn’t get it in time as he was too busy putting on his latex gloves to pick it up. It was too bad that these old models didn’t display missed calls. He was sure though that he missed the call about his test results as his phone only rang three or four times during a full year. And it was only March! Angry to himself, he ditched the gloves into the bin and sanitized the receiver thoroughly to save time for the next ring. He just hoped they would call soon as the wait had already been messing up his nearly non-existent sanity. Not having anything better to do, he turned on his laptop and logged-in to his Twitter account. It was a pity that his cell phone, where he usually checked his messages and social media, was totally wrecked after laying it in alcohol bed for quick sterilization. The coffee table the laptop was on, was just making him bend lower than usual and have back pain after an hour of computer time. But, this time he wasn’t planning on spending more than ten minutes on Twitter, perhaps only a bit longer if he found some new information on the virus itself.

Surprisingly, the Twitter trending topic list had his name on the very top: “#dickielrowbotham”. That was strange. He never thought someone sharing his uncommon full name to be trending. It wasn’t him for sure. He was a nobody. But seriously, how many Dickie L. Rowbothams, down to the middle initial, could be in the whole world? He tapped on the topic and started scrolling down millions of uninformative tweets:

Terence Woodbury, a guy with a profile pic of a slam dunk close-up tweeted: “Don’t be a dick! Be a dickie and save the world! #dickielrowbotham #anoroc-91 #anaroc91 #anaracvirus

The next few tweets were emojis of thumbs-up or closed fists… or combinations of these two with varying smileys.

Another tweet by a certain well-known celebrity, complete with a blue tick next to the name, was saying: “Yay #dickielrowbotham“. It had nearly 90k likes, 28k retweets and nearly as many comments.

Dickie got frustrated as he scrolled down the never-ending tweets. There was not a single tweet giving him an insight on what was happening!

Then, he saw it! A doctor, or at least that was what his username “dr.chadwick8080” implied, had tweeted: “As the acting director of Springwell Memorial Hospital, I can neither confirm nor deny the discovery of immune cells in a suspected patients blood work. It’s just too early for a final verdict and false hope does not help in this case. #dickielrowbotham #anoroc-91 #stayhome

Dr. Chadwick? Springwell Memorial? That was where Dickie had his Anoroc test! The tweet didn’t really seem like it was written by a real doctor, but even if that was true, it was still a weird coincidence.

The phone started ringing while Dickie was still trying to make heads or tails of the whole thing. This time he was quickly on his feet and answered the phone in record time:

“Hello! This is Dickie speaking.” He said with a trembling voice.

“Hello Mr. Rowbotham,” The voice answered. “I am Doctor Richard Chadwick from Springwell Memorial Hospital. I am calling about your blood test results regarding Anoroc-91.”

“Yes?” Dickie said in a shaky tone after a brief pause.

“We have discovered certain antibodies in your blood that prevent the Aronoc virus,” he said. “To put it boldly, you are immune Mr. Rowbotham. We would like to invite you here and run some more tests and perhaps you could be the one saving all of us,” he concluded.

“Wait! Wait! How is it possible that I am just hearing about this now. Twitter is flooding with this ‘new discovery’,” he glared.

“We couldn’t reach you before Mr. Rowbotham!” Dr. Chadwick said calmly.

“Yeah, like 20 minutes ago. And I’ve been staying home since I got tested.” Dickie replied losing the timid tone. “It’s been spreading on Twitter faster than Anoroc ever could. Just tell me how this happened and I might consider coming there.”

Dr. Chadwick cleared his throat before answering. “Your test results came yesterday morning and we… yadda, yadda, yadda…” The doctor spoke some more. but all Dickie could make out from the long technical details were the words: “immune cells”, “antibodies” and “vaccine”. He finally came to Dickie’s initial question. “… and I told my wife about it. I didn’t know she had a whatsapp group of about 80 senior citizens. And the rest is that people have been sharing this story for the past ten hours or so. I am so sorry, but we had to make sure before we contacted you.”

“But, you tweeted as well.”

“I don’t have a Twitter account, Mr. Rowbotham,” he replied. “Please drop by today, as soon as possible.”

“Ok.” Dickie said before hanging up.

He ran his hand through his hair slowly as he could. God, how he missed these simplest actions. Fearing infection, he’d been refraining himself from touching his face or head for the past couple of months. Next, he binned the sanitizers in his house. He hated the smell, besides he didn’t need protection now. And the best of all, he didn’t have to isolate himself in a 2-bedroomed-house anymore. He wasn’t really a people person, but observing them from time to time while seated at a cafe, sipping his latte did make him feel a bit more joyous. Whistling to himself, he got dressed and got out without wearing the usual latex gloves. He walked all the way to the hospital.

It was way more crowded at the front door of the hospital. Media outlets, reporters, ordinary people who didn’t look sick swarmed the steps leading to the entrance. The security guards were not allowing anyone to pass. So, Dickie had to shout from the back to be able to get through:

“Hey! I am Dickie L. Rowbotham. Dr. Chadwick is expecting me!” The clamor instantly ended and every glare was pinned on him in no time.

People made way just enough for him to pass, but kept touching him; rubbing their hands all over him as he got closer to the security guards. Just before he reached the top step, one very attractive blonde held him by the collar, drew him towards her and gave him a firm, longish kiss, possibly with the intentions of healthy droplets transfer… A shortcut to immunity perhaps. A media reporter also made a move with her mike, but was blocked by one of the guards before he could take action. After presenting his ID, Dickie was taken to an empty waiting lounge. 5 minutes later, a couple of doctors showed up and introduced themselves. One was Dr. Chadwick, and the other one, the woman was Dr. Hill.

Dr. Hill was the one who spoke:

“Mr. Rowbotham, thank you for coming. We prepared a spacious room exclusive for you,” she smiled.

“A room?” Dickie echoed. “What for?”

“To start working on a cure right away, of course.” Dr. Chadwick said. “Your room has an en-suite bathroom and a marvelous view from its window.”

“No, I won’t be staying!” Dickie said raising his voice. “Just take my blood and let me go.”

“I’m afraid we can’t allow that.” Dr. Chadwick said as he signaled to a couple of orderlies in the distance. “You’re the cure and we’re doing this for the greater good.”

“Noooo!” Dickie shouted as the orderlies began dragging him to his isolated room.

“Don’t worry, the vaccine will be out and approved in less than a couple of years.” Dr. Hill smiled behind her mask. “The clock already started ticking!”