Lightfield Files

A SPEECH FROM THE BENCHJudge Wakhume Presiding"You are a criminal of the lowest order Jack Trinity…vile and too corrupt to allow back into society until you understand who and what you are. You have been convicted of racketeering and serial murder…not to mention several other lesser infractions of the law. I sentence you to Light field Institution for the Criminally Insane without chance of parole indefinitely or until you convince the court you have redeemed yourself….You will live….or die….by your own merit. Take this sludge away." I am simply a short storyist. Tales that are all about retribution and rehabilitation drawn from the deepest horrors of the mind. But you may never return from Lightfield

Ok. Here it is. My story…my version…the true version…not the one that the news rags spewed out like so much rainbow coloured vomit.The bullet went in my chest…high and to the right, ricocheted off a rib…or maybe a shoulder bone….then a rib. It got a little mangled and went south scraping past my heart…tearing it to shreds. Yup…I was dead before I keeled over and hit the ground. According to the news hounds and the police investigator it was a righteous kill….kill or be killed….self-defence…my killer was a cop…I was the bad guy. I am simply a short storyist. Tales that are all about retribution and rehabilitation drawn from the deepest horrors of the mind. But you may never return from Lightfield

1"You are not getting the point""Really!""Yes.""Explain again…this time clearly.""Very well…but this time listen….clearly."A nod."It's like this…I am real….You are the illusion, a figment of my imagination. But for some reason you are stuck in my head and I cannot get you out.""I understand what you are saying….however….could it not be that it is I who is real and you who are the illusion or figment of my imagination and I seem incapable of getting rid of you.""Well….ah….yes….I suppose that is possible…and I suppose it is possible that we are both right…however dynamically impossible that may seem.Subject A stood from his chair while Subject B sat down in his.Subject BOk…let us assume we are both right…we are both real and illusional which of course make us both delusional or possibly….probably both utterly insane….However….having said that…how can we both be right.Subject AI do not have an answer to that question so it seems to me that instead of arguing the point we should set out to find an answer….out there maybe." Pointing at a window.Subjects A and B move to the window.Outside is a city street. It is night time and the dark is only dispelled by a collage of neon lights and signs."It looks frightening. Maybe we should reconsider." Said AB frowned. Don't be cowardly. We must go. We can not just sit in this room arguing which one of us is delusional." I am simply a short storyist. Tales that are all about retribution and rehabilitation drawn from the deepest horrors of the mind. But you may never return from Lightfield