Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.
Hosted by jenne and ceayr, it’s really fun to participate, if you are so inclined.
The only limit? No more than two hundred and fifty words in your story. The genesis of which:
Each station had a display of all remaining stops. Brightly LED-authoritative, and of a certain comfort, in a digital 21st C sort of way, they provided the weary traveler assurance the world was organized in a logical and human-sensible manner. The car moved at a velocity that, due to the quality of the engineering, was not discernible, other than the time spent going through stations. On the cusp of one day and the next, we didn’t bother slowing down. In the time it took to glide from one end of the cylinder of light to the next, the display flickered into: Last Stop Taigh Both Fhleisginn
The darkness that followed was of the deepness that awakens the most atavistic lobe of the brain; which, for all of its primitive reasoning, paved the way to becoming an apex predator. Left with fading light fragments, my mind re-assembled them, an over-tired child sitting in an avalanche of favored toys; light-drew-letters/ letters-formed-words/ words-created-a-world: the briefest of messages flared:
Time is not a River. Time is not a stream. The world has no boundaries. Life is but a dream.
Settling back into the seat, my companion smiled randomly and I began to believe that taking the drug he’d offered was something of a mistake.
He turned, facing me, (and our direction of soundless travel); his lips moved without disturbing the air, yet the message was clear and simple:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.