The Solution [New Story]

[Raivu]

THE SOLUTION
written by Raivu

Hi, Moosy. I know you may just be Eric’s stuffed animal, but with what little time I have left, I need to reflect on what’s happened. What’s wrong? What ISN’T wrong? Look! You remember it all, Moosy. You’ve seen the entire thing from beginning to end. Remember? It was two years ago, in that vacation home we visited in Fiji. You know, the summer of 2013. We almost left you at home in all the excitement, but Eric got upset. “Daddy, Daddy, please go find Moosy for me!” is what he said. So I came up and grabbed you.
We got there that afternoon…no, it was later that night wasn’t it? We got back later that night, and I brought my invention. Yes, the Devil himself that I created with my own two hands. We brought it with us, and Martha got so pissed that entire vacation because it’s all I worked on.
Whuld have thought that the Devil would have put us here?
That was fun. I finally finished the Devil though. “P.E.A.C.E” is what I decided to call it. I don’t know why. It sounded catchy. But when Martha tried it out, she loved it.
Ha ha. Whuld have thought my wife would actually LOVE something?
Stupid bitch. Wouldn’t know taste if it bit her in the ass.
Anyway, um…damn what’s her name…Marsha? Oh! Martha! Right. After she put it on her head, and layed on that couch for a good three hours, Martha told me that she felt like she was in Paradise. So I decided to call it “Paradise”.
Oh Moosy, I wish you could have tried it. All of my dreams came true. I was a pirate. Then an astronaut. Then I was John Wayne in one of them Spaghetti Westerns.
My wife turned into Veronica Lodge and Eric had the wit and intelligence of Colonel Mustard. And you, Moosy, you were a handsome Stallion.
Eric loved Paradise. He wouldn’t stop talking for the next two months about how he flew to school on the magic school bus.
The second we got home, I called the press and told them what I had done. I never knew that the media could locate a small suburban home so quickly.
Five different news stations showed up. Didn’t you see them? There was so many people here.
The interviews made me reflect upon exactly why I created this Devil. World peace. I found the solution for world peace, and that solution was held right inside this silly spaghetti strainer that you wore on your head, with tubes flowing into a small backpack you could carry anywhere.
The hardest question to answer was, “What does it do?” Well, I finally came up with the words to describe it.
“An infrared scanner inside rotates around your cranium twice, scanning each brain cell, filtering the positive memories and thoughts from the negative memories and thoughts. Then, it transfers the positive data back into your brain cells. At that moment, you instantly fall into a deep sleep, and you dream of yourself in a vast white endless room. At this point, you’re given complete control of your mental ‘dream,’ placing anybody, anything, anywhere you want, with whatever thought you have. So if you want a dinosaur jumping over the moon, then you see a dinosaur jumping over the moon. There are no negative thoughts that can pass through, because they’ve been temporarily disabled through the filter. It is literally ‘paradise.’”
I remember their shocked faces. One of the cameramen was nice enough to stick around overnight and document what happened and how safe the product was.
Oh, Moosy. If only you could have seen how quickly my pockets filled with money. The cure for world peace, happiness, and eternal bliss was right in this little hat I made with tools I found in the kitchen, and the guts of an old computer.
By Christmas last year, every human being had one of their own. They were given out. Government was too blissful to actually think of profiting from it, and preferred spreading the peace. It became Mandatory to own one. There was no more crime. No more war. No more social standings. Nobody was rich. Nobody was poor. Everybody was just “equal”.
Moosy, did you ever think the Devil would give us so much? Eric would have loved to be here right now, telling this story with me. I miss Eric, Moosy. I really really do. It’s ok, Moosy. He’s in a better place. I remember how worried he got last year when the police showed up. They forgot who they came for. Ha ha, but it’s ok I forgot why they were here. I forgot why I am here. “Daddy, Daddy! Look at the TV” is the last thing I remember him saying. The news reporter said something about scientists analyzing Paradise. They found a trace of mercury poisoning that radiated from the helmet.
People were getting sick. People got mad. They didn’t get angry, they got…mad. It was too late. Nobody remembers anything. Nobody. Nobody. After they forget, the infected brain cells die out all at once. Nobody. Nobody. Moosy. Moosy. Mossy. Sommy. Fuck! Who are you? Who am I? Did I say Eric? Who’s Eric? They all forget. They all die.
The entire world dies of happiness. Happiness. Happiness. Happy…happy…happy…

[iHero]

Nice Raivu, I can see you put much time in to this. I'ts a shame no one else has commented xD Anyways, Good job.

[Raivu]

oh ^_^ Why thank you