Langoliers and the End of Time
Lest we forget the “Langoliers,” those bastard brain-children of that sick-fucker’s mind… Stephen King (sick Hero of the What-If to be sure, lately run down by an SUV, how fitting… I bet that hurt) who conceived of these “Langoliers,” the munchers of that which is left over in time, that matter which was passed by, by time itself.
Maybe you were one of the unfortunate passengers on that jetliner that was overtaken by time itself. Maybe you skidded to the end of the Mayan Calender, or maybe you could have been the group that ran out of time on the Time-Wave-Zero graph wherein novelty itself ends… Failed to ascend, Didn’t get raptured? Failed to vibrate 3 hertz up… I can’t say, but what is at the end, are there Langoliers who must do the clean up. Can’t be leaving stray bits behind now, Can we?
You might know these critters that munch down that which was passed by in time. Fearsome cleaners of left over reality into the ever created hologram that the rest of us recognize as “the here & now.” Wow! that is a friggin’ messed up thought… but what a man can conceive into the Hologram might be real to at lest some poor bastard starring in unreality at the truth? Written large on the surface of a Black-Hole recording the 3D Holorgam onto its 2D surface as the black Hole absorbs its data.
Sure, Stephen King left a little cognitive wiggle room in his sick vision… but how much wiggle room gets you past the “end of time” into the airport of the now? Saved as it were by your hope? Do you need to be the little blind girl, who cannot even conceive that horror faced by those passengers in time, left behind by the cosmic bureaucracy responsible for moving the living past the Adjustment Bureau’s break-point into the new reality? Sweet child in dark glasses and red-tipped white cane who cannot even see the grinding horrors that approach?
I might rather be blind to the Langolier’s onslaught than to see my erasure from left over time-thing.The erasure of the moment-by-moment here-and-now-you that has been left behind and therein explored in the Outer Limits, the Langolier’s movie and the Twilight Zone may indeed be a fanciful depictions of what happens when time passes you by, but what if, just if, time does end, what comes next…
The yawning maw of the recyclers? All things past, present and future all existing all at once. Or did you just piss-your-pants and elect to take a stand and fight back…
Whatever! You have, as of December 3rd, at 11:11 am, just 29,920 minutes from the alignment over Giza to get a grip on it before arriving at the end of time… 12/21/2012 / 11:11Am , when we cross the Galactic equator to decide whether you jump across the wheel of time, or get left behind to be consumed by the Langoliers..
Or it could just be a non-event like Y2K… Who knows? Certainly not me.
Den
