Epilogue

“That’s everything?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you’d show me his memories so I could understand the past, but that didn’t help me at all. I’m just more confused.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to get answers from it, just to know what one person is capable of. It’s up to you to decide if he was right or wrong and what you want to learn from him.”

An old man sat across from a young boy, the young boy balancing an old Lens in his hands. He looked at the old man and frowned, “I don’t know, can’t you tell me what’s right?”

“I want you to think on your own, like Von Ephilates did.”

“If he was right, I don’t think he would’ve died like that.”

The old man didn’t say anything and let the boy continue to think out loud.

“But he did see everyone as equal. Except maybe himself, he might’ve seen himself as better than everyone else.”

The old man slowly nodded his head, “I can see where you would get that.”

“How many years ago was this anyway?”

“Many, many years ago. His plan obviously failed, we’re still here. But a lot of people did die. And the information he had collected was eventually spread by the Inveilgers and the world of then doesn’t exist anymore. It takes a long time for a society so established to transform.

“How would you describe society today?”

The boy hummed, balancing on his tail bone as he rocked back to think. “It’s not quite what I saw in those memories, but it’s surprisingly similar still. I mean, there’s no established classes like that, but there are still people who think they’re better than others simply because of how they were born.”

“And,” The old man stood from his seat, walking over to the window to watch the vehicles float by his apartment on the 76th floor of the inner wall, a rather nice place to have found a home, “should we do something about it?”

The boy was left to think. Society continued to advance, but also condense. Everyone around the world was located within a handful of well-structured and layered cities, this one being along the coast of what was once the Mediterranean and standing at 425 stories. When you gather that many people in one place, there’s bound to be issues and class disputes. No one was being secretly escorted away to the boy's knowledge, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he heard that it was still a problem.

“Grandpa,” He whined, “I really don’t know. Why can’t you tell me?”

“I want you to think for yourself, Moshe.”