19 - Failed therapy

                                    

                                          
The World Voice roamed the land unabated, immune to any creature's cry. The loneliest of beings, designed from birth to suffer that terrible fate, it moved on the world without notions of distance nor direction. No other voice could hope to compete against it. Still, Colin tried, shouting out until forced to change attitude. He could listen to it in his mind's dim chamber. 
                          
Considering all his actions in both current and past lives, he had plenty to wail about. His thoughts fueled the fire that melted down an entire universe. Looking down, shutting up, he focused on the voice that never abandoned his brain's depths, the constant companionship that reminded him his existence's poor state. 
                          
"I can't do anything right... Nothing good can come out of me, or of this world... I am so alone... I'll forever be this worthless thing..." he murmured.
                          
Self-deprecation became prayer, sadness his state of mind, closed eyes his mourning ritual. He repeated sentences in sequence, calling for old regrets to resurface and help him give up of all his energies. 
                          
"Stop that, Colin. You are a Creator now, you have no reason to fall into this trap," Bibi said, reading his thoughts.
                          
"If I didn't have any reason, I wouldn't fall into this," Colin said.
                          
"I can distract you from the Voice when it's far from us, like I'm doing now. You're not thinking of loneliness now, are you?"
                          
"I... I am... Not in thoughts, but I feel it. You can't stop me."
                          
"And you can't lie to me, so enough of this silliness."
                          
"We can't afford to lose Creators, can we? Stay with us," OOOO said, joining the verbal exchange. 
                          
"You have one easy way of saving me, and you know what you have to do. Yet, you refuse to do it," Colin said.
                          
"What? Giving up of my world? That's not fair, is it?" OOOO said.
                          
"Neither was destroying Terra."
                          
"You are wrong. OOOO did nothing unfair. That's the way of the Creators," Bibi said.
                          
"We have to create new worlds, don't we? To try new things! It's either that or eternal boredom and the end of everything, you see?" OOOO said.
                          
"I already saw the end of everything. For me, you can all disappear just as well."
                          
"Foolish talk. I know quite well how you regard us, don't lie," Bibi said.
                          
"Then what do you want from me? Huh? Why do you think I'm willing to face the World Voice and let it melt me down, if it gets to me?"
                          
"I understand your reasons. You just lack maturity, and that's why OOOO can't let go of its world only to save you. You are the one who has to learn that other worlds are possible, and that you can appreciate them too."
                          
"You like interesting things too, don't you? See?" OOOO said.
                          
"If I disappear, it will be due to the World Voice's acting. And you will be the one responsible for it. You'll have to live with the death of a Creator, because I'm not backing down on my decision, not right now. If this miserable creature wants to compete for sadness, let it come and take me. We'll see who's worse off."
                          
OOOO spun its head in full circles, nonstop, its eyes spiraling. It had no eye lids, it couldn't blink, and to signal its sadness, it had to rotate its body parts. The weight of a lost friend would be too much for it to take. 
                          
"Play a game with me, will you? Yes, you see? You are in a place that has no sky," OOOO said, fixing its goggled eyes on Colin. "It's a place that has no surface, no water level. It knows no liquid or gas, only solid and intrasolid, doesn't? You are alone in a chamber of void, surrounded by rock that is not rock. It is a reactive being, the compound of what the entire world is made of, isn't it? You are in there, aren't you? You see another one like you through a hole in the rock, one who's also alone like you, who looks just like you. What do you do?"