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I Would Advise Against Drinking the Poison, It's Acidic in Taste (RP 2) - Jessie-ica Diaz - 07-30-2013
There. Right there. Sitting on the table that's placed right in front of us, is a glass bottle. The bottle is filled to the brim with a liquid, whiter than freshly fallen snow, its color explodes in a burst of neon as your eyes focus in on it. On the movement of each bubble of carbonation, at least, what you assume to be carbonation. The liquid entrances you, much like the face of the woman, Jessica, who we saw throw herself into the ocean, or what you perceive to be an ocean. In reality, it could be an infinite number of things that you just don't, can't, and won't understand. Because that's the key to this journey.
Understanding
Behind the bottle are two glasses, one for you, and one for me. The glasses themselves look odd to you, I'm sure. For example, they are long and narrow, without so much as a speck on the glass. For the moment, they are empty, although that won't be the case for very long. I reach for the bottle and open it, a jet of smoke rushes out of the now open top. Turning from the table back to you, I flash a smile-
Seem familiar?
and pour some of the liquid into each glass, filling both up with the mysterious white liquid. It makes a fizzling noise as it touches the glass, and you reach your hand out to grab the glass nearest to you. For shame, you impatient dog! I slap your hand, and you pull it back to where it was resting moments prior as I turn from the table to face you. To give you my full attention.
In silence, I sit, eyes fixated on you, scanning your face for the feelings you haven't felt yet. Your eyes dart around, steadily attempting to avoid eye contact, an action I can not, must not, and therefore will not let you perform. A hand, mine, grips you by the jaw, forcing your head down to eye level with mine. You struggle in vain, still so sure that you're in control of your fate in this world. This, place.
This unforgiving, merciless place.
"Awaken now, the time for action is upon you. Do you drink this unknown liquid, or not?"
You stare back at me, a puzzled look across your confused face. I lean back in the chair, the leather soothing the backache that I've been dealing with for the entirety of this journey.
The backache I disregarded for you.
I keep my eyes locked on you, as you stare at the table, contemplating your next move. My hand reaches out and brushes yours, the you can feel my fingers wrap around your wrist. Yanking your hand, I force you back into my view, I wasn't done speaking yet. You didn't care about that, did you? I present you with a choice, and you wish to immediately dive headfirst into the decision without so much as a word of advice? As much as it would amuse to let you make this decision blindly, I must warn you first of the consequences that each choice holds, to let you interpret the options that lay below the surface.
You can only see the surface, can't you?
For you see, there are positives and negatives to both decisions, some more visible than others. Some more hidden.
Now, instead of boring you to death with a list of what will and will not happen should you choose a particular choice, I will instead offer you a more refreshing way of learning consequences. A short question and answer session, it would be surprising to see just how much about yourself you will be revealing to me in a series of such simple questions.
There's nothing free about free will.
"Would you like to learn about something, or experience it?"
What education is there besides experience?
I ask this, as I lean back in the leather chair. Taking the other glass, the one nearer to me, and bringing to my lips. The liquid pours into my mouth and falls down my throat. I must say, with a refreshed ah~, that this is your test.
Not mine.
"Are you slow to embrace new ideas?"
Reaching into my jacket's breast pocket, I pull out a cigarette case made of gold. It shines in the light of the sun, the reflected light scattering across the railing that our chairs lean against when I open the top of the case and pull one of the cigarettes out. I place it to my lips while I await your response, pulling a lighter from the same pocket and lighting the end. You finally make your decision, and we can move on.
"How eager are you rush into conflicts?"
The look in your eye at this question looks like its challenging me to a fight. I guess I can mark that one down on the list. Before continuing on, I take a long drag from the cigarette. Blowing the smoke up into the air, I bring my head back down, and with my other hand grab the glass I was drinking out of earlier and take another sip.
"So, which option are you going to pick?"
You stare at me again, confusion still set in firmly. I know, you're surprised that I'm finally allowing you to pick your own poison, make your own decision. For the first time in your life, you're actually going to choose for yourself. For yourself. It would be a shame if you pick the wrong option.
Then again, are either of the decisions right?
Lesson one:
I'm giving you the option to resist temptation, a vital trait needed on our journey. Now, it's up to you to decide whether or not you're going to follow the advice, or go on your own way.
Whether you'll see the light.
Or.
Die.
Trying.