KISAH Futures Anthology
from my elbows. “Hello, hello”, I cry out. I whirl around, trying to catch a last few desperate glimpses of the world here. I don’t know why, but it seems important that we don’t forget this. That this was how we used to be, before— Darkness. Where am I? Oh. Yes. The lights in the chamber come on. There are no grocery bags, no wallet in my hand. I pull the plug out. The museum attendant is saying something through the glass barrier. What is he saying? “The simulation is over. Thank you, and please come again.” I realise my cheeks are stained with tears. “Sorry,” I mutter. It was just a grocery trip to the past. That’s all. I wipe away the tears with one sleeve, furiously. “Sorry,” I say again, turning away. I know there must be other people waiting to use this simulation. It’s one of the most popular attractions here. But the attendant waits and lets me collect myself. I can still feel his eyes on me. Then he says, “It’s okay.” I turn back, but say nothing. “It’s okay,” he says again. He looks sad, too. “I understand.”
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