The Trajectory of Fate

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I was bashing myself for letting my guard down. Instead of tackling the greatest arcana of the Universe, I was being dragged through the filthy streets of this mundane post-industrial megalopolis by the people I would rather not be aware of. They thought they’d thank me for all the answers I had been slinging them during the final test by taking me out, and, knuckled under to my mother’s pressure, I agreed. She has never realized how little I cared for hanging out.
It was getting colder and darker. The alleyways of this screwy neighborhood were impregnated with the full spectrum of nasty characters, and the only thing concealing their ominous look was a dying yellowish lantern. The ground floor of every building was extinguished due to the notorious onslaughts of local gangs, but we still hoped for stumbling across a place to take shelter.
“Hey, Richards, could you, I don’t know, whip up some sort of algorithm to triangulate the location of the closest alehouse?” a huge guy, whose name was unknown to me, squeezed out the sentence from his already turbid mind.
“Based on what dataset? The distribution of sleeping hippies and their juxtaposition with the broken bottles?” I was enraged by the nonsense I was just asked to do.
“I’ve always told you that your Physics won’t pay off in real world. Street smarts is what you need,” Clarissa uttered with the note of actually caring.
“Science won’t bother implementing your whim. She strives for solving comprehensive issues. The ones that you would have known a thing or two about if you had visited the class,” I felt obliged to defend my life’s work.
“She?” Clarissa seemed to extract the only word from my statement.
I stared up at the skies, considering the conversation concluded. I was surrounded by the people who maybe liked me, though I felt no less lonesome than the stars in the perpetual darkness. They were solitary, yet more than happy to illuminate our path and show others the way. Exactly what I was willing to sacrifice my life for.
Clarissa’s street smarts helped us after all, and after hours of creeping around we’ve run into a place to crash. It was an office of a psychic, that was bizarrely unharmed despite of its dazzling neon banner. It said ‘The House of Lady Nina. Your future unraveled in a heartbeat’. Upon entering the room, we smelled a cocktail of mesmerizing exotic scents. The light from the allegedly magical candles, mixed with 80s inspired colors of a signboard attached from the outside, gave us the impression of stepping through a wormhole into the whole new dimension. An old woman was sitting on the other side of the humongous table with her eyes shut. Without looking up, she screamed: “Sit down, boy”. I hadn’t realized who she was talking to, until Benny pushed me in the shoulder. Lady Nina was clearly pointing at me.
The guys sat down around the table, occupying every single chair, as it was precisely calculated how many of us would be there. I resided on the other side, right in front of the psychic. I was ready to sit through the baloney these people are so eager to fill their clients’ minds with. My companions’ attention was chained to the two of us, as they were hoping to disclose some deep embarrassing facts about me.
“Mr. Richards. I don’t think your Physics would pay off in real life,” Lady Nina finally said, provoking my chuckle.
“Are you kiddin’ me guys? You can do better than this,” I was addressing these words to my comrades, who were staring at me with their jaws dropped.
“I know you are in denial right now, but she will come in your life very soon, and you will not recognize yourself. Your dad would be proud of you up there.”
“She...” Clarissa whispered, widening her eyes to the inhuman extent.
“I’ve never told anyone about my dad. Did my mother put you up to this?”
“Y’all will end up living in the countryside by the Azov sea. Uncle Charley would relocate you after the wedding.”
“All right. Suppose you are a real thing. Do you realize that by telling me this, you are altering my future, and now, knowing it, I would most certainly make the other choices? “
“You have yet to discover that the force that wages our fate is conservative. Like the electrostatic force moving the charge forward, its ultimate result won’t depend on the trajectory. Is that the language you prefer me to use?”
“There are only two possibilities: yes or no. And I’m sure that all the yes’s and all the no’s would take me to the very different spots. Either way, far from here. Good bye. “
I was dashing through people waiting on their turn outside. A single girl stood out of the entropy of this diabolical street. She smiled at me with the most benevolent smile you can fathom.
“Is that how you met my mother?” the boy asked with the waves blustering behind his back. “In a way”
She started walking towards me. I took my eyes off her, and walked pass. I thought I spit in the face of that contemptuous psychic by doing that. For a while. Then I got on the bus and looked into the window. It’s always either the outside, or yourself. I saw my sullen eyes, painted on the black canvas. Whatever I was doing, I was nowhere near as flashing as those stars, and the only thing the mankind is meant to do is to kindle the blackness that preceded and will sway the scepter for infinity afterwards. What does it take to cohere then? I slightly turned my head and spotted the girl staring in the same window I was. I winked. I met her in the mirror world.

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A software engineering major, for whom writing seems to be the only escape from vicissitudes of the reality. I had never put out any of work, but I figured it was about time.