Лола Рамз
Your One and only
One was sinking in an immediate desire to write something but there wasn't a pen or a sheet of paper. An impulsive decision was to try out the surface. As One's finger carefully touched it, a black spot formed around one's fingertip as if it were ink. The 'floor' happened to be some kind of an endless sheet of paper, but no corrections could be made, only crossing-outs. The work began. One had been writing like a mad till sleep crawled towards the body.
'I can write whatever I want! Finally, my mind has a chance of avoiding the explosion. My mind is worth being saved.' It was the first thought in the morning. 'As I'm here alone, I may not even bother talking, my vocal cords should be grateful. My way of talking will be thinking.' It was the second thought. One began writing once again, yet the phrases made no sense:
'Mainly the man mastered the map but beheld the branch that he wanted to break. The branch was like a big brick barrier that could be barely broken.' Seeing all the ‘brilliant’ words written right above all the people on One's ex-planet was marvelous. One couldn't be happier. It was a pure demonstration of magnificent complacency.
Several days later One wrote some more lines: 'Lust lusted for love. As victory lusted for a victor. As a man lusted for a mistress. As a human lusted for humanity'. Another wave of self-satisfaction with a hint of sadness. The ideas were becoming more and more basic. One was furious with oneself but understood that inspiration was blowing off.
Having looked at everything written on the surface, One was caught in unpleasing amazement. 'So.Many.Words.No.Good.Ones.I.Am.Not.A.Good.One.' A horrible horror was holding One. Eyes closed. A deep breath. Eyes opened. Relief. Shock. Panic. Stupor. Thousands of words had been living on the surface, now there were only three letters composed of the rest. Those three letters stood for YOU. One could do nothing but stare at those letters which were magically regrouping into ARE. 'You are…? I am…? What am I…?'. The answer was ready: NO ONE.