Pick

Pick - Inktober Day Ten, 2021

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When he was left all alone while everyone were leaving, he finally understood what he needed to draw. The magic pencil gave lot of things, but he never tried this idea. Well, mostly because he was afraid. Afraid of what might happen. Afraid of the endless possibilities. 

Even now, he doesn't think this plan will succeed. But he has no other choice. Drawing another Time Machine was out of question as some had to stay back and make sure that the Intruders don't interrupt his travel.

So he decided to draw himself. He decided to make his clone to do for him, what he was ordered to do for the last batch that was leaving.

But he couldn't bring himself to draw a clone of himself. He couldn't bring himself to draw a living being with the magic pencil. It was never ending simulations game he was playing in his mind of ways it could go wrong. But what if it went right? What if it actually worked?

But how would this... human... react?

It was life or death situation. This is the only scenario he would even contemplate this kind of decision. But mostly it felt like a better option to die an honourable death than an experimental one.

Again, one lives every day, but dies only once. So, maybe this is it? This is how he could test his theory. If it went wrong, it would be his final theory, that failed and dies with him. But he was right, this would be a life altering theory. No one would be able to deny him the existence his deserves, just like everyone who left him here to die.

Time was running out. But he couldn't draw. Then he picked the pencil and the paper started walking. Walking seemed to be calming, all of a sudden.

He liked to be calm.

After all, if not for peace in life or death, what would one need?

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P.S. I was thinking about the word Pick, some idea came to mind but I remembered that this could be a great continuation of yesterday's story, so went with that idea.