A New Sun

It was one boy’s destiny to be a cosmic miracle, despite his naïve understanding to his purpose on Earth. Between remembering his past and escaping his pursuers, will he discover the ultimate truth?

The system had been sustained so long it’s hard to know when it began. The mechanism was part of some greater scheme laid in place by the Intrinsic Level. With the sun at its centre, the beings of the third planet called it the Solar System. They knew it to be four and a half billion years old, but it was far older and far more complex than they could ever know. The Monitors had guarded and curated the system without fault since the process began. From time to time one component or another needed replacing. That was when the Deviants would strike, attempting to thwart any plans of replacement and ultimately to dismantle the mechanism entirely. The Monitors were forced to nurture and grow substitutes in secret, hiding them in unlikely places until they had matured enough to take the place of the failing elements. So, it was that the sun’s replacement came to be hidden on the Earth in the shape of a boy; a boy with no knowledge of his cosmic heritage or his role to come.

***

The young man glowed with defiance. They had completely surrounded him in this small cramped space. In a room which should have been nothing but impenetrable darkness, his silhouette burned the shadows of his attackers into the stained walls around them. They had found him; caught up to him. The letter Solomon had received so many weeks ago seemed like a distant memory. Then it had seemed like gibberish. Nonsense littered with occasional glimmers of understanding. Now it was all too painfully clear. He was lucky to have been prepared in any way. They had come for him at the orphanage and he had fled. Pursuing him for days he had managed to stay ahead always moving with singular purpose, closer and closer to the address detailed in the letter. His meeting with the Tutor had kept him safe but he had wanted more. He had needed more; to know if there was anything he could do to alter his fate, if he was anything more than a nursery for a star. Now, standing in this dilapidated cabin he knew he should have waited,listened to the Tutors warnings. His nuclear heart beat faster beneath his sweat stained shirt, sunlight coursing through his veins. Around him, his pursuers inched closer, tightening the circle around him. Behind the frantic panic of his mind, memories were brushing and catching upon the edges of his fear, bringing with them possibilities.

The human brain does not need to detect truth, only utility. You see it every day in the society you have become a part of.

The Tutor sat across from him as always, divinely comfortable in the plush green armchair of the library. Beyond the tall quartered window, the fields were being misted by faint sheets of rain, so delicate they seemed not to bend the grass. The silence of the room filled the space, from the high wooden bookshelves to the dark stone fireplace. The twilight was waning, soon to be replaced by the candles of the Tutors servants. Solomon sat awkwardly on the matching armchair beside the table and lifted his tea to his lips. The liquid was scalding hot as he liked it and he savoured the taste as he sipped. The Tutor spoke first.

“You asked me how it could be possible for a man to contain the majesty of a star,” he spoke as if to no one in particular.

“You must realise that the world you see is only a model constructed by your mind. As you are now, your brain is human; your senses human. The human brain does not need to detect truth, only utility. You see it every day in the society you have become a part of. How many tools can you use with no understanding of their workings?”

“But even though I might not understand how they work, somebody does, and these tools obey certain laws. It’s impossible to hide so much. How can the mass of a star live inside me? Every law of physics is surely broken by what you claim.”

The Tutor smiled coldly and continued.

“You speak as if these laws are the ultimate truth. I will make it easy for you to understand. Take out your phone.”

Solomon pulled his smartphone from his pocket and unlocked the screen. He stared at the home screen for a second before looking back at the Tutor.

“So?”

“Look at the symbols of the applications on the screen. Do they represent what is really at work when you access the software? You speak of the laws of nature as though some great secret has been unlocked. What happens when you zoom in on these symbols? Much like the obvious nature of the atoms making up you and the world around you, you would discover the building blocks of those symbols, millions of pixels constituting the images you see. But knowing this, are you any closer to understanding the workings of the software they represent? Are you any closer to the truth?”

Slowly, the sense of the Tutors words soaked into Solomon’s mind. Even with science’s great breakthroughs there was still a veil. What the Tutor was proposing was disheartening. Could it be that the truth of reality and the truth of himself would always be out of reach?

Solomon looked to his left. The wood of the cabin wall had been rotted paper thin through years of battle with mother nature. To reach the wall would only take several strides but they would surely grab him before he could make it. He drew out the letter opener from his satchel and brandished it at the circle of men. A few of them laughed mockingly. There was little he could do to stop them, and they knew it. But they had not yet completely blocked the route to the wall. With a single deep stroke, Solomon let the knife bite deeply into the flesh of his forearm. A blinding light immediately issued forth from the wound, bleaching the room with white. The men screeched and cowered back from the unexpected flash. With all his remaining strength, Solomon pushed towards the wall and threw his full weight against the corrupted wood. The beams splintered apart and sent him rolling into the snow outside. He pulled himself up and ran as much as was possible in the high drifts, towards the light of the city.

Category Well Read