The Recipient


by Tom Savage

The Recipient. (The meeting). by Tom Savage. It happened just before I had given up waiting. I had been waiting for over two hours. The whole scenario puzzled me, and at that point, I was unable to fathom what had possesed me to participate in the first place.

I was sitting at home when it first began. It was a normal morning which had the potential of becoming a good day; little did I know of the events that this day would eventually bring. There was a knock at the door, I answered it. There wasn't anybody there, only a sealed envelope placed in front of the door. The envelope was blank on the outside, and contained only a slip of paper, the only words written on it were:

"12:00 pm, Alley behind The Westman warehouse, your presence is absolutely manditory."

At first I didn't know what to think, but after rigorous thought my curiousity overwhelmed my sense of reason. No matter what the reasoning behind it, I had decided to accept the mysterious invitation.

So there I was, after waiting over two hours someone apperared. It was a figure shrouded in a black cloak, whose face was totally concealed by both the hood, and the darkness present where the figure was standing. I began to speak, but before the first nervous syllable fell from my mouth, the figure spoke.

"Now is not the time for you to speak, for time is short. The things that I am about to tell you are of grave importance, so pay close attention."

The figures voice was undescribable, unlike any of which I had heard before. It sounded neither male or female, alive or dead, quiet or loud. The sound of the figure's voice escaped any kind of recognition from my stunned mind.

"You have been chosen for various reasons to be the only one of your species to be trusted with the knowledge of which I am about to tell you. I represent not a person or persons, but a force that cannot be explained. The closest I can come to a description is to say that we are the forces of the world, nature, and all the wonders around you. The issue that troubles us is your species, humankind. You have forsaken all that is your home, the Earth, and nature around you. You slowly destroy it as though it were of absolutely no importance. You have achieved the means to destroy yourselves, and everything you touch in the process. We have made a decision that we have to, out of necessity, destroy you, before you have the chance. The Earth and nature will turn against you to cleanse itself from the sickness you have caused to it. However, there is a way to prevent it. Your species has the capability to destroy the world, therefore it has the ability to cure it. This is why you have been summoned, you of all the possible choices of people on this planet have been selected to have this knowledge, and have been chosen to undertake the challenge to save humankind. You have three years to make the world see its great error, and make a turn for the better. Good luck, and do not ignore this information in which we have entrusted to you." Then as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

As I walked home I contemplated what the spectre had said. Could it be true? Could the world be on a countdown to destroy us? Could I stop it? How?

Over the next 35 months I told my story to anyone and everyone who would listen to my words. But no one believed anything, except that I needed Psychiatric evaluation. I researched untill my eyes burned, desperately trying to find one shred of evidence to support my claim, but none could be found.

In all my trials I came to the realization that humankind could not be saved, for we live in a paranoid skeptical culture that doesn't accept a problem unless it's right in front of its face. No one would even acknowledge the problem unless I had evidence which I do not have. Even if I could convince the world, and even if I could get them to see what was coming, no one would do a thing about it. No matter the danger to our culture, money and superficial predjudices are paramount on all our minds. Then I realized the purpose for the warning. It was not to show us the error of our ways and how to save ourselves, but to help at least one of us to realize how messed up we really are, and how much we deserve what is coming.

The only pleasure keeping my mind from falling over the edge is the knowledge that in 30 days everyone will realize that I was right.

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