The Hand
“Let me show you”
We stood above a plain, that was void of everything. It just existed as a hard white surface. I looked to the left. Nothing was there. I turned my head to the right. There in the distance, was something large and red. It grew in size as it came closer to where we were. It seemed to be dragging itself and its legs. Behind it were thousands of figures, that were the same colour red as the, thing. If it changed direction, the figures would as well. Obviously, they were following it. As it got closer. I started to make out features.
It was a hand, a hand that ended at the wrist. It was dragging itself, nails down across the plain. The thumb was the only part not touching the surface. As it was angled out to the side. Its speed was jerky, quick then slow. Its direction was erratic. It moved forward, then sideways left and right. As if it didn’t know where it wanted to go. It than jumped forward quickly, to be nearly out of sight.
Behind it was a mass of human shaped figures. No detail to them, just the shape. They too were coloured red.
“These are it’s followers. Their sole purpose is to follow and worship him. They care not, for each other or anything else. See none of them converse or interact.”
I looked down upon the mass of red human shapes. They just walked blindly from left to right.
“Go, talk to one of them. “
I floated down to the plain upon which they walked. I started to walk with them and matched stride with the closest.
“Where are you going?” I asked of the one I matched stride with.
Without looking or acknowledging me, it replied.
“I am following the hand”. It replied
“But there is no hand here, it’s as if you are following blindly the others that walk ahead of you.” I said.
It spoke
“I care not for them, nor you. The hand came this way, so this is the way I go. Now stay quiet and leave me be.”
It walked on, as with the others.
I returned to my companion’s side. Gazing upon the sight before me. I released that this is the world of humans without nature, flora nor fauna. No colour except for red and white. Those human shapes are those that have no care, nor love. No insight or feelings. No empathy for others. They care for nothing bar the hand. They seem to worship it for no other reason than it’s the hand.
There was a sharp movement to the left, I turned and looked. The hand had reversed course and was ploughing back through the mass of red figures that followed its path. Red figures were knocked down, to the side, Trampled by the hundreds. They suffered, yet remained silent. No shouts or screams of disproval or warnings to get out of its way.
Those figures that were thrown out of the way regained their feet and resumed to follow in the direction the hand was moving. Which was still ploughing through the mass of red figures.
My companion said
“Their only purpose is to follow the hand. It does not matter who or what gets in their way. They are all committed to following the hand. Their only reason for being. While they look and act as human, they are not, they gave away their humanity to follow the hand. They have no heart, no compassion, no empathy. They care for nothing, but the hand. Even as it knocks them down and casts them aside, they will right themselves and continue to follow blindly. They know nothing else, this is there whole being, to follow the hand. You cannot save them, nor change them. Just be weary of them, as they have the same traits as the hand.
The scene before me changed and morphed. The red human figures diluted into the rest of humanity. Now they looked as normal humans. Yet, I could still see them. They acted as the hand. Knocking people down, casting them aside, just walking all over them. Not stopping to offer help or assistance. No regard except for themselves as they still followed the hand.
I looked around for my companion, but it was nowhere to be seen, gone. I walk back into society.
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