“Ever had a dream where you could be anything you want, that you could do anything?” she asked to no one in particular and, almost as if by a miracle, somebody actually dared to answer her quite plainly.
“No, because I’ve had all of my needs met, right where I am and also… ” he said and she nodded as she looked out the window at the starry sky, brushed over by the paint of a thunderstorm coming fast and turbulent. She continued to nod even though he continued giving explanations and examples of exactly what he expected of the life that had been chosen. She, however, was never able to determine herself so easily, not in the roles she played, nor the words she said, nor the movements she amassed to heave herself from place to the other.
“I want to leave, and I’ll do it this time, you can’t stop me,” she said and then she said it again at the hundreds of people who surrounded her in the building. Some of them looked up, but most ignored her. She knew the reason is that, if she was really truth to herself, there was nothing that made it impossible to leave. There were no doors in the factory, nor were there any impediments, or barriers, or even a guard. It was a giant gate that was only closed whenever the weather was bad, as if it was to be soon.
So she walked and walked among the hundreds and hundreds of laborers who had called each other from everything to enemy, to friend, to family. She waved goodbye at a couple but none of them seemed able to understand what she was saying. Was she taking a break in the giant communal beds above? But if she did so, how many more years would she add to her damnation?
But she was actually leaving. She headed towards the gate and when she crossed the threshold and cam efface to face to its giant emptiness, all the heads and faces finally turned to see what it is that she would do. Nobody ever left, because it was, they all reasoned, better to be exploited and treated reasonably fairly, than face whatever horrors existed and hungered in the strange nothingness.
“There is nothing that I can’t handle, why else would I have a body that can die so easily? A mind that can be easily shattered by the means of nature, then, it is not fit to walk the earth as I do so freely! I will walk and walk until I find what I’m looking for!” she said and when she stepped out of the door, everyone inside screamed in surprise, agony, fear, and exhilaration. But before she could turn to tell them how it all felt, the gathering storm appeared above, the gate was closed shut in an instant, and she was left all alone with nothing but her thoughts at last.
“I can do this, I can do this,” she told herself and the more she walked the less certain she felt, but the happier she felt. A rising feeling touched her head to toe, as if being surrounded by a warmth elation that was soon interrupted as the road stopped, almost as if by design, at a giant platform, a creation, whether natural or artificial, so tall and immense that there was no way to climb it and no way to go around it for it seemed infinite. The rain began to fall, the thunder resounded, and she was left again to ponder.
“So this is the secret, at this point, everyone will give up,” she reasoned and she sat down on the mud and let all the drops fall on her head as she thought and thought and thought and when a thunder struck a tree, and burned it to flames, with such a roar it frightened, she finally remembered. What had been taken from her, from all of them.
She got on all fours and with a strange screech she had not heard since the days of her birth, two magnificent, brightly lit, colorful wings sprouted from her back and though she had forgotten, though she had never trained, she had never seen a single thing that flew in her life, she jumped up, higher and higher, and never fell again, and she ascended across the clouds towards wherever, with thunder and lightning leading the way.