I stepped down from the machine and put my feet into the soft mossy layering covering the ground, one foot at a time, while releasing my hands from the handlebars. Breathing in I surveyed the area seeing a shadowy labyrinth of tree branches all around. I exhaled and closed my eyes trying to center my thoughts. I could feel something in this place. As if there was something in the air that other places did not possess. I opened my eyes again and turned to the MHD nearest me. For the first time his facemask part itself through the middle and a glowing red eye emerged and focused in on me. Words emitted from the speakers on either side of the eye and several lines of text ran across an LED display screen lining the jaw: “GO FORTH – STEP DOWN.”
I took the advice and walked. After about twenty feet I saw the depression beneath my feet and stepped down into it and a staircase tumbled down below me. A crypt gaped open beneath and as I entered I found myself surrounded by a smell as if the earth were pushed right up to my face, mummifying me in its embrace. I had to brush through a few cobwebs and other obstructions before finally coming into a circle of light. In front of me there was a stone door with patterns all across it. I saw a small red slot to the right of this and again inserted my key, causing the patterned stones to fall onto the floor and reveal another room.
Walking into this room I noticed cages all around lining the sides of this circular room. I noticed the sound of the MHD engines behind me at the entryway, which reminded me of their presence here, for my protection. I felt frightened, maybe for the first time ever. A flat screen television descended from the roof at that moment and an image of the creator flickered on the screen before stabilizing.
F: I see you’ve made it successfully to your endpoint Mateo, good. I hope it was not too jarring for someone with such a sheltered existence. I realize you must have many questions after this journey.
M: Yes, I do. Primarily a question of what I can trust as reality anymore, sir. This has been eye opening, to say the least.
F: Ah, yes, I can imagine. Just remember that you can trust what our civilization has built, and that is all. We create our own reality. Now, I would like to introduce you to someone. His name is ### and he has been preserved here since before your time. Not in the way we preserve food or cadavers or even living things through cryogenics, but rather in the way you preserve a memory, by revisiting it. This beast represents a concept, an idea, and one from the past that presented a threat to our way of life, but must be preserved all the same in order that it may not creep up somewhere else. It is a man free, free from responsibility to others and free from dependence on anyone or thing but himself for survival. He is the idea of freedom and anarchy embodied, and though in contrast to the state we have created he may seem small, he represents an idea that poses a great threat to our civilization.
The screen shot up quickly into the ceiling and in the center of the floor in the center of the room the panels began to spiral out and reveal an egg shaped prison rising up to match Mateo’s height. Inside stood a man nearly naked save for several shreds of white cloth lining his shoulders, torso, waist and crotch. On his feet and lower legs there was strapped tough looking rope creating a pair of crude sandals. His shoulders were slung back and his chest puffed out. His arms hung loose at his sides while his fingers curled in slightly. His whole body stood alive, poised, and ready for action. His hair draped coarsely all around his head and into his eyes, braided and beaded with abandon, dark and wooly like that of a mammoth. And through these locks shone two bright blue eyes, staring out from under his shadow gaze and piercing into Mateo’s own. His body was in the full pose of being, and it was clear in his gaze that his mind too was engaged. Not in the mindless idling of a body at complete ease, but as a thing willing itself in every second to live. And in this confrontation Mateo found himself lost in the man’s gaze, and soon losing himself as his consciousness spiraled into somewhere else.