There was nothing but sound. Emilio had forgotten about colour, had forgotten even to try and recall it. There was no blackness, no light, no anything. He felt the sound, around him, like a blanket. Or was it heat? He couldn't be sure. Was he blind, now? He couldn't be sure of that either.
His memory brought to him a thing unbidden. A teacher, asking the class how you would explain colour to someone who was born blind. His mind, struggling for an answer, like the disciple of some Zen mystic. 'The struggle is the answer.'
Abruptly, it was over. Pain struck his eyes, in the form of a fluorescent light. It took a few minutes for him to adjust; when he did, he found he was standing on the platform. Everyone was still there, it was as if nothing had happened.
'What happened?' Doctor Cornelius asked. His face was wrinkled, and to Emilio it looked like the lines were darker than before, sharp relief. A map of a mountain at dawn.
'I... I don't know,' Emilio replied, honestly. 'It was like, nothing.'
'That first trial was only five minutes,' one of the other doctors said. Emilio couldn't recall his name. 'We should have the results momentarily. Then, we will watch this spot.'
Emilio said nothing as he was taken by the arm and ushered from the platform. Someone offered him a cup of tea. He sipped it, feeling somehow that the flavour was gone. It tasted like... warmth. The room was different, too, the instrumentation. He could almost see through it. His eyes started to ache.
'Contact in five, four, three, two...'
There were gasps, stunned silence. Emilio forced himself to look. The platform, circular, pale turquoise, and atop it... himself. He stood, hunched over, arms on his knees. he looked like he was frozen in place. The research team collected themselves, began taking pictures, checking readings. A flash went off, and the man on the platform put his arm up across his eyes.
'I remember now...' Emilio whispered. Doctor Cornelius glanced over at him. The pain in his eyes intensified, and he doubled over, hands on his head. The room disappeared. He fell, but did not seem to land.
The research team looked at him, stuck in mid fall, defying gravity. He seemed to be outside of time. The man on the platform yelled, disappeared. The instruments all fell back to zero. Emilio fell to the floor.
Doctor Cornelius bent over Emilio, looked at his eyes, but there were solid white. No colour. Emilio writhed a little, gave a cry, and lay still.
(Based on this Story Jam)
Fruit from this Jam:
Time's Chaos. by Benjamin
The Frenchman by MichaelThompson
Americana Chance by
Modern Factory by Matt Drake
A wrinkle in Time by
Emilio by Richard
Personal time by lindalopez
Time Machine by Zita Barlai
All in the mind by Sam
When we were young by Kip Logan
Echoes of Darkness by James
we are Al ready time machines by David Pinto
song on repeat by H.L.W.
The Black Hole Walker by Kevin Cagle