After a while of standing at the podium and delivering my speech, I felt the pain crawling on both of my limbs. But then I tried to stand up staighter, and strived to relieve the heat and the tension inside myself by breathing out the air trapped inside my throat. As I realized, even the flowing of the harmless air was being intolerably painful. It turned into a moan.
I closed my electric eyes and ignore its other pain. I imagine these people listening, and was interested in doing so further, had been through the same phase as I was being now; It was popularly my technique, until their eyes wandered here and there, confused, and started to mumble words that I couldn’t decipher. It was getting noisier and my sight was blurrier. I thought I was to lose my balance then all I could remember was the hand that held my body against its unfortunate fate of falling flatly onto the antiseptic floor. I soundlessly felt the weight against the hand and everything eventually went darker than pitch-black.
As long as I’m concern, I still remember waking up in a room well-lit by all natural sources of light. I felt the rays of the sun against my skin and the blinding light reflected from the glass-latex equipment that was nailed around my neck and forehead. And moments away from premature consciousness, someone even whispered few inches from my left or right ear that I felt tickled by its warm and consoling breath. But then… still then… my earthly essence chose to be blown away by the wind like the sands of the dessert. I died exactly 8:00 PM during the 77th Earth Hour.
Going through my life, being an environmental activist was the hardest lifestyle of all. And should I correct myself from labeling it as a lifestyle? It must always be referred to as a battle.
Our population wasn’t few after all. There was a guy named James Croft from New Harvard University in Milan . He was only 23 when he started to join the Battle of Man, which, by the time, was led by me. I was 22 then; the youngest of all the 400 official members of the revolution worldwide except Nan who was the genius at 17; a thin and wholesome kid from India who chose to change his citizenship.
James, or Mr. Croft as they usually called him, before joining the revolution, had his goal, and promised to every living essence of the planet that he would fight until his last breath and sight. Together with unfathomable courage and natural longing in curing the wounded of all the wounded, we fought and there we must find happiness and fulfilled dreams of living an attempt for green holistic awakening, and thereafter a prime peddler of climatic change.
On July 30, 2082, after two years, James and I had finally been married under the blessings of St. Francis Church that had newly been erected north of Venice . It was a day I surely love to cherish, but then the revolution really was over everything else. The very morning that came after the wedding we immediately flew to Spain , and there literally exposed ourselves and our lives to danger.
Mr. Croft went separately to Zargoza to breach the technical security of the Latin United Defense who sporadically runs nuclear tests in the growing marshland of Taurel in Spain . It was greatly rumored that it wasn’t what the local authority claimed otherwise than as a breathing ground of barbaric vigilantes who crossed the span of thousands of miles from the southern tip of France for territorial invasion. It's never certain why the government tried to hide this fact in the first place. Still, United Defense wasn’t at all in slight good intention of brushing the rouge vigilantes away from its territory, but, reported as a fact, indeed running nuclear tests in preparation and inevitable international show off for the coming World War III that has currently been burning the core nations of eastern Europe shedding its misled philosophy to its neighboring geographical and economical nations.
During the same day, and during the same month when whole Europe was flexing its nuclear biceps, with the growing revolution that I was with and few selected multi-national representatives, we marched boldly across the erects of the Blue Tower in Central Vitoria, Spain to the populated urbanity of Burgos without knowing that ill luck awaited for our arrival. From there, probably the most unforgettable moment of my life as a green warrior had marked its place as four of my friends, including Nan , who was already 19, and his sweet heart Susan were selectedly arrested by the Spanish National Police that was summoned to stop every civil threats of the coming war. And our revolution was then considered to be such. A year long imprisonment was charged.
To make the incident worse and more heart breaking, a year later, as Argentina, my homeland, was finally waiting for their release, we were reached by the news that a Greek fisherman saw a large oil barrel floating nonchalantly on the other end of the Mediterranean near the shores of Gibraltar enclosing all four of my friends, not all spared from the mischievous and brutal hands of human evil observing from the bruises and ubiquitous cuts found all over their half-consumed bodies.
You wouldn’t want to imagine the effect it had upon us as some of the members decided to detach themselves from the revolution and chose to hide with their own families from what they believe was far worse than the battle we declared.
There were growing bloodshed and famine, and humanity’s third downfall against itself was gaining momentum. Few months later, the war greeted Western Europe with a nuclear blast from Portugal orchestrated by its economic rival Bohemia killing 250, 000 multi nationals and 30 billion escudos worth of properties. After 2 weeks, Canada attacked Russia from behind by bribing economic moderators from the UN, a move that triggered the second wave of the war between America and Europe which was highlighted by a 3 cubic inch magnetic bomb delivered to the heart of American economic and military data hive, deleting information that almost equaled the worth of a small independent country the size of New Guinea.
In spite all this, James and I hadn't given up from the concern we were born to live. May the war be worse or soon better, which I doubt, the heroic and persistent aim of Battle of Man is really on its feet, pretentiously sound and well, continuously proposing various ways of conserving water, food, plants and trees, harnessing the great potentials of solar, wind, and the rest of natural energy sources; all along with the unbreakable and worsening issues of misled virtues,mass hunger, collective murders, and political abuse around the world. Our publication Middle Gospel was suddenly in the brink of suspension.
On January 25, 2083, I was diagnosed of eye cancer. It was undoubtedly caused by the nuclear exposure back in Taurel. And it was very unfortunate that it hadn’t taken a year before my husband, his sister Niña, Ronnie, James’ colleague from New Harvard, and the rest of us who intentionally put the cure of earth’s biosphere over our own lives discovered their own versions of the incurable cancer.
Yes. Time passed. The war had successfully spread and destroyed the civilization that had been the enemy of nature since its dawn in Mesopotamia . And with time, it goes along with my friends and treated family who had gradually lost their individual battles against cancer, all a year before the miracle of interlaced genetics had been written among scientific journals. With the passing of my husband, I managed to perform my promise that I would be the last thing he would see before the aching lids closed from the world he had known for 28 years. During that time, I forced myself not to tell anything about my plan of giving up the revolution that we both cared about when people all over the world hadn’t given a damn for trees when even their ownselves were slowly consumed by fear of dying in the midst of modern chaos.
It must end, I told myself, when virtually no one cared about someone’s dreams and aspirations and ideals. At the peak of the war, Middle Gospel was held back momentarily, or maybe forever. For almost 2 decades I spent distributing seeds of wisdom and insights that I developed myself from the love and care I felt for the future generation who would soon dwell on this planet, I decided that I myself wouldn’t last and so might as well with the revolution that had been neither strengthened nor emphasized during its greatest hardships against other relatively temporary human concerns.
After five years, the war officially ended as was announced by the D.O.V.E Legion, the new face of United Nations, though war-related crimes still remained and rampant especially in the dark corners of each disarrayed cities.
I was faxed one day, I just came home after giving my stem cells for the aforementioned medical breakthrough to cure my cancer, if I could deliver some speech for the 100th day celebration of the third post-war era in the Legion’s first new headquarters in Darmstadt , Germany . I asked why, and later on realized how stupid it was. Of course, I’m the founder and still the leader of my own battle.
That was a night I smiled, not because of the joy that appreciated neither their appreciation nor a temporary relief from my chronic pains, but because of the lie living on this world. But no matter how hypocrite the circumstances would be, who am I to detest the Legions invitation. So I said yes, I'll come. Why not?
-THE END
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