Baby Market
“Benny, how’s the Mars modeling going?”
“Not yet, it’s been about 30 years since I’ve been rendering.”
We are all angels who came down from heaven for a while. The majority of angels have forgotten that fact, and they are enjoying the happiness they have on earth. Sometimes, when we meet a fellow human being on the space station, we exchange greetings like this out of happiness. Now that the rendering of the Earth has been completed, high school graduates on Earth will have the opportunity to travel through space with their adopted child. I, Benny, plan to leave Airi and look into her heart with our child. Airi is now gone from my life. However, Grae and Ani* remain, and we will share the memories of Airi and Jay forever.
We gather in one place every night with a special mission. We share the events of each day and check if they are going well. We call this place the soul gathering place. As a human, I call it ‘dream’. Most dreams are not remembered. They are almost erased or remain deep in the subconscious. We have figured out why. And we store our daily dreams in a black box created with our birth. Of course, not everyone can open this black box. This is because of the strict rules of life and death. We came down to earth and thought of decorating the world of heaven with a new perspective, and humans have evolved and developed to reach the present. This project, which started from nothing, has experienced many failures and errors, but recently we have commercialized flying cars and have finally achieved freedom.
Freedom and peace are linked to poverty, and wealth and prosperity are fleeting. Humans have created art. However, snow still falls in the future city and the underground city, and when it snows, the whole world is covered in white. * The universe is so vast that humans are smaller than dust, but we cannot say that the soul is smaller than the universe. Human intelligence can guess the vastness of the universe, and we dream of a journey into space. It is said that when people die, they become stars, but where is that star? Where is our star?
My younger brother cried. A newborn baby who was born into the world and still has memories of heaven bursts into tears because he misses the place he left, but it seems like adults have already forgotten all of their memories. The baby angels with pure and clear souls adapt to the world and decide not to forget heaven and to change the world beautifully. Since when did we become so distant from each other, but you haven't forgotten everything either. This is the picture my late brother drew. My twin sister drew a futuristic city and an underground city. The future city had tall buildings, bridges connecting the buildings, round cars flying in the sky, and lots of windows. The city was gray, without trees, no people to be seen, and not even shadows. The underground city was beneath the ground. The ground was solid, there was an empty space like tree roots, and there was a city there, and the city was connected to each other like an ant hole.
Long ago, they say that they could have multiple children. So they raised six siblings. Now, they only raise two. If they are twins, three is possible. If they fail during the simulation, they say that the child died. But most of them do not fail. We know about failure through our experiences in dreams. And we live in the prosperity and glory of the past. It is a world built on the past. That is why we must learn about the past and history. It is also the history we will leave behind.
The single-seater car 'Leh' opens and floats automatically. It flies to the destination saved in the schedule and the accident rate converges to zero. It can even fly to Andromeda like in the movie 'Contact'. Aliens have not yet been discovered, but humans still analyze numerical signals. 100 years ago, we opened the Pandora's box from Greek mythology, and the Earth was given the nickname of hope. The unknown world was given a square number. Anyway, it has a streamlined body with integrated windows, doors, and headlights, a power unit in the sunroof, and safety devices on the floor. We think of the car as a womb. Then we feel a sense of stability, and machines, nature, and civilization can be considered as one. Oh, and a health sensor is attached to the area where the door handle used to be, which reflects the drunken state and automatically transmits it to the traffic police on the street.
Dear Gri, I wonder if I can forget the day I met you after waiting for so many days. I wanted to tell you that I was so happy to have met you in my short time on Earth. Jay was exactly as I imagined him. I was always grateful because he made me feel the beauty of the world as it is without any grandiose adjectives or divine manifestations.
There was a morning when I thought that if there was a God, it would be like this. There was no one on the street, and I stopped by the park by the foot of the hill, and only a few birds were fluttering and flying, and the sky was covered with thin clouds, and they were quickly moving. The wind seemed to have stopped, and even the air seemed to have disappeared. There was a hint of grass, a smell of earth, and the foot of a mountain spread out in the distance. The apartment complex was as quiet as a mouse, but the sunlight was shining down like a rainbow, and the hazy white light of the fog filled everything before my eyes.
On days when I lived alone in the basement like Dobby, I giggled and prepared a wooden box, put a white knitted scarf in it, put a red child's mittens in it, tied a gold ribbon, and put it deep in the closet. When I laid down on the box, I fell into a deep sleep. Since it was far from the ground and the window, it was completely dark when I closed the door, so I couldn't see anything. Then I had the illusion that I wasn't thinking about anything. I fell asleep without dreaming. When I woke up, I felt refreshed, as if I had been born again.
I grew herbs in a corner of the spaceship. It smelled like peppermint. But one day, patterns appeared on its leaves. What could have happened? Still, I couldn’t throw the herbs away. I waited for the herbs that I thought were dead to sprout like a lie. I spilled the pot while trying to move the dried and twisted herbs. Corn soil fell on the pile of books. My civil servant books, living, breathing books, holding living, breathing sand, and the water droplets that fell from the burst boiler scratched the cracked pages with dry marks, making a crunching sound.