The God State
She positioned her tripod, rested her iPhone on the pedestal and pressed play. She smiled briefly before speaking, and then started. “This is Beatrice Suffolk reporting from somewhere in the Mojave Dessert. For all I know, it could be Area 51. I was not afforded a cameraman for this trip, so please excuse the static iPhone. Tomorrow, I will be joining Bruce Merrick, and five others on a trip to outer space. Outer space, it sounds so science fiction, yet this story is non-fiction. It is about five souls from different walks of life, different experiences and beliefs. What can be gained by taking us all into space?”
“Crazy as we look up at the stars tonight, tomorrow we will be looking down at Earth,” he said.
Turning around, she gave him a look, this time not a hard one, but soft, even allowing herself to see him as a person. She begrudgingly turned off her camera. “Why would a smart, educated man chose a life of dissention and nihilism?”
Alexei sat next to her. “Easy. When there is nothing. No hope. No dreams. No connection.”
Surprised by his honest, heart-felt answer she studied him closely, a man she could almost see herself with, if he wasn’t a troll. “It’s the problem with the world today. No hope. No dreams, and mostly no connection. It’s why we’re here. Dear, sweet Bruce thinks he can create one.”
“You don’t believe in him?” he asked.
“I believe he is researching a topic for his new book, and we’re his lab rats.” She chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong. I like Bruce. But this is an experiment in futility.” She rose from the ground and looked down at him. “Enjoy your space.”
When she walked off, Alexei grinned. He gazed up at the stars with hope. All was not lost.