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King Arthur's Compulsory Experiences

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There was once only one human. He had a name. He didn’t know where he got it from, but he knew that it was Arthur.
Now there are many, many humans. They cover the Earth. They spread like wildfire.
One day, something odd happens. Their expansion reverses dramatically. There is no grand event, no disaster, only confusion as the human race begins to fold in on itself. Thousands of people wander around as one, dazed and afraid, as they look for an answer. Memories coalesce into a single mind. People trade sensory experiences involuntarily.
They gather in the Sahara desert over the course of many months, walking towards the ocean, an exodus of the highest command. Their shared subconscious rises to the surface, until their numbers drop: 144, …show more content…

Dust ghosts across the dunes, which ripple like creatures beneath silk, in waves that toss about rocks and life in time with the fickle sun and rapidly blinking eyes of the moon and stars. He avoids looking up, at least at the definite “up.” And he thinks to himself:
I am called Arthur. I have come to Earth. I have given things names and watched them and touched them and now it is time to leave.
And he thinks this like a mantra, one he uses to block out the emptiness around him and in his head. He vainly wishes to be split apart once more, and the thought is intrusive and only mildly unwelcome.
He can see his structures lining the horizon, which curves up ahead. The urgency of his departure niggles in the back of his mind. He wonders: should he destroy what he has wrought? Is he supposed to? Does he have the time? He doesn’t know, doesn’t remember, even though his dormancy had been brief. The way the pieces of himself experienced time must have stolen it from him. Maybe it is that way on purpose; he doesn’t know, but maybe he is supposed to. He has a feeling…should he have waited a little longer before …show more content…

In front of him is himself.
“Hello,” his image says, not unkindly, and the current Arthur flinches. Its eyes twinkle forlornly, as if with tears, but also excitedly, as if it were expecting something. Arthur’s voice catches in his throat, behind the sudden lump of dread. Terror seizes him, making his thoughts splinter and his body shake. Terror because he remembers. Terror because he isn’t in control. Terror because he doesn’t know what to do next. So he doesn’t answer.
“If you’ve forgotten, your name is Arthur.”
Arthur chokes. His image laughs. It sounds slightly metallic, like the cube. Arthur covers his mouth with a hand and trembles. He falls to his knees. The ocean crashes and moans against his back. “This is Earth.
Do you remember what it was like before we came here?
We saw lots of things.
Wonderful, amazing

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