Лола Рамз
Your One and only
‘I guess you may have found my body. To save the mental work of our police office I’ll explain what happened. I drowned. It was neither the suicide nor a murder. It was the way to freedom. No one would understand my thoughts anyway. One day you are in, one day you are out. People come and people go. As simple as that. My ideas were not for our narrow-minded-yet-thinking-the-most-intelligent society. I couldn’t do what I wanted to. I didn’t have a bad life. It was quite splendid, yet boring. You need to take a risk to add some pepper in your flavorless life. My death turned out to be my new life.’
– Your One and only.
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None in Hellen
The police were investigating the case. A constant-truth-seeking process made them tired and bored. One was pleased not to be troubled with such down-to-earth issues anymore as discovering up-to-sky territory. One had no idea where one's body was: it was neither hell nor heaven, even though One had never been there, yet you could smell the sense of assuredness. One was alone. There was no one around. The silence was delightful. One gave a quick look at the place trying to find a chair to sit on but could find none. Then One sat on the 'floor' which turned out to be a transparent surface; looking through it One could see nothing. Even if you have everything crystal clear in front of you, you can see nothing. 'Funny, isn't it?' One thought. 'Oh, God, or whoever runs this place, may I know the name of this hell-heaven? Oh, you know what? Forget it. I'll call it hellen. Welcome to Hellen! The number of citizens is One.'