violently

They sent out an agent to look at the ship. A 12 year old boy had created it and launched into space in less than 3 seconds. It was faster than the speed of light. It stood, blackly, like a bad child's drawing in a sea of green grass and a blue sky.

The boy explained how the moon and stars and all of life stood still, and how, while in flight, it felt like he was underwater. All you could hear was the world sigh, it's dying breath, he said. He explained that this energy, if harnessed, could be used to relive other people's memories, forever. He opened his hands and showed them a memory clip of a girl with brown hair, in a red dress, swinging upside down. Her eyes opened and there were sunflowers.

The agent placed a blood red receiver box inside of the ship and told the boy his superiors were watching, and to take him into space. He needed to see this for himself.

Seconds later, life stood still. The agent and the boy floated in stasis, and the agent watched in awe as the boy reached out and moved the planets and the stars as though they were no more than toys. And then the power failed. Life was liquid again and the ship was falling falling falling. It fell into the sea, to depths no one could ever reach and crashed upon the ocean floor. It would take millions of years before anyone would ever have the technology to find them, let alone retrieve them.

It was the best day and the worst day of everyone's life.

And in the span of 12 seconds I saw heaven and fell from it into hell.

And then I woke up.