Return of Romantic Artists

SYLA, EKTIRU FROM THE FUTURE 4

“After months of confining yourself in a room. My research friends in cyberspace reported that they were developing a time machine. Some scientists became aware that soon a great war was about to take place. They know that there is no way to prevent it in the future. The only way is to prevent it in the past. The time machine project will be used to sensitize people to develop tolerance and pluralism. I joined because I had hope that there would be a change. We have to do the right thing at this time” “Oh so you will start a big project to make people aware of the importance of religious tolerance?” “No Bob, it's not my job. You're gonna do the job. We can't change anything. All we can do is contact the closest people to get ready immediately and spread the human values” Or stunned. Why this is such a task from the future. “I know you'll run it. Without me to tell you you'll follow the principles that you think are right. I just want to tell you to develop your thoughts early to be known by those like you. You should be together. Can't be alone. Those exposed to radicalism have been quietly marshaling power from now on. They're very organized. To fight it you must be organized also”. “Oh.”, I said half in amazement, half in disbelief. “Bob, I'm serious. You need to talk soon and get your attitude out. You must not be silent to the changes in human behavior at this time. Bob..!” She stood up and held my collar. Sharp eyes. He asked for my earnestness. “OK okay.. Shla, you can let go of your grip.” I straightened my collar. This woman is serious about her words. “Sorry Bob, but my time is limited, I have to make sure that you understand what I'm saying.”

“You're going back to the future?” I'm starting to feel afraid of losing this woman “This time machine is not perfect yet. The particles in my body are not able to fully survive in a solid position. My estimate is only two hours. After that it will return to being a particle and go back to the beginning. But unfortunately we have not been able to estimate where the particles return. It could be said this one way ticket” “You mean you don't know what it's going to be, where?” “Iya, can be said so” “But your body is the same as other” “Ya, in a certain time” “Syla, why did you take the risk for it?” “In the future I will never be ready when I have to part with you. I'm taking this risk to at least meet you for the last time. Not that I ever swore I'd rather die than have to part with you”. “Then what do we do now? You've delivered your message and I can't believe that you'll be lost to particle” “Tau think about it. Right now I want to celebrate our first meeting in the future. Exactly like this, when we debate the importance of interreligious respect. We argued fiercely” “Oh yes, what we did after the fierce debate it” “We Married.” “Oh Yes...” “Ya, we are married despite many opposition from various parties” “Wow I look heroic once” “Hahaha you are indeed my hero dear” “May I hug this future woman” “Of course, I am your wife, I am, besides didn't I say earlier that this is a celebration of our meeting in the future” I stand hugging him. He held me tight. His face was resting on my chest. We were late in the arms. Silent. Then a soft voice sounded in my door, “Bob I love you”. Then, there is only silence.