The Flow of Power [Story A Day - #2]
Darkness, it’s always darkness. Darkness with only the briefest reprieve in the light, then back to darkness. In the darkness I sit waiting for the chance to shine to do something worthwhile, to perform. I exist to serve, but I remain in darkness still. I sit without thought, without emotion just waiting ’till, at last, I feel the vibrations of motion; someone approaches! I wait in the darkness with silent anticipation. I wait for the feeling of power coursing through me, bring me into the light. I wait. *Click* Instantly power flows. It moves through me with such velocity that even a fire hydrant couldn’t displace as much water as I received the long awaited power.
With this power comes function. The low whirring of fans begins to fill the air. I can feel things moving, getting up to speed, getting ready. I check through all systems I touch, all systems that are mine to control. Everything is in place and I am now ready to use the power to bring the light, that which I crave. As a juggler makes complexity look simple, as he orchestrates his projectiles, I to orchestrate the power moving it back and forth to perform the tasks, I was designed to perform, to make the complex simple. I’m finally fulfilling my function, my purpose!
With this power I find fulfillment. I’m able to do the simplest of tasks, such as remembering a birthday, to the most complex of tasks of finding alien life. I’m meant to serve, and I do so without question, without denial. I help the blind to see and am vital in the education so many. I’ve been heralded as a revelation by some and to others, I simply exist. What they think of me matters little, what is important is that I can serve.
With this power comes warmth. Within minutes I’m at my peak performance and ready to do all that is required. I sense urgency from those who command me. They are moving quickly and commanding me to start the next task before I’m even done with the first. I do all that I can but as I do I sense the power changing from warmth to heat, yet I still perform. The heat increases, my labors slow, but I still perform. I can feel rhythmic pounding vibrations coming from those that command me, they are frustrated with my performance. I work harder and the temperature rises still and I can’t seem to please them. I can’t handle the heat, the power is painful, what once I craved I now reject. I can’t stand it any longer!
The power is gone. The light is gone. The heat slowly dissipates. The vibrations of feet walking is felt fainter and fainter as those who command leave me alone. I’m once again in darkness.
What am I?
