I was preparing a computer program for my school project, along with my very curious friend. He isn't stupid but sometimes asks stuff which even a kid would understand.
"Hey how do you know what all these lines of code will do stuff according to you?"
I was asked by my friend.
"That is the thing, I don't. I only know the meaning of each individual line and I arrange them in order to form something bigger."
Always speaking honestly has been my trait since long.
"Then, how do you know what each object* in the program will do?"
He sparked at me with another question.
"I just know it because I made it, anyone else who sees this will have to figure it out on their own."
It is so easy to understand what you create on your own, giving life to your skill is a mesmerizing process. Programming stuff has always been my hobby, I know the simple meaning of everything, yet when arranged with other lines of code it becomes difficult to predict the result. Doing something for the first time and leaving an error, just to realize a silly mistake in your work has never been unsettling for me.
There was a lot of stuff I didn't understand, after slowly refusing to believe in a God, I started to blame and cheer only myself for my mistakes and achievements. I planned on finishing the assignments and projects during late winters, right before the submission date.
There was although one entity which started to appear in my empty head after I refused God and I started believing that it is my consciousness which forms the world for me, the reason for my existence. It would appear to be directly staring towards the earth from outer space, wearing a dark black coat and a red tie with sleek and thin black half finger gloves. Whenever I was stuck at a wrong or right question, I'd subconsciously pass my question on to him and get an answer which definitely seemed very correct and out of my scope of thinking. If I were to reject the answers and existence of my consciousness, would I break reality? That was out of my scope of answer once again.
Soon comes the extreme of winters, freezing cold outside, I was relaxing in my bed after finishing my assignments. Thinking about how people have different intelligence, different experiences, I came to the conclusion that everything is a part of the butterfly effect.
"What even would result in creation of the first bit of the butterfly effect?".
I could think, but not answer. I slept while wondering the answer for it.
"I had a weird dream that night. I could see every person at any instant in time. It was a difficult sight. Everyone was just a fragment of consciousness in a physical body. Every atom was just dense energy waves. There was no space, no stars, no earth and no human, yet I could see and perceive everything vividly. I was travelling through different people's lives as I wished. I wanted to see myself from that godlike perspective. Long before I realized, I had forgotten my own name, my own identity. I couldn't remember my family, what I looked like, what I possessed and what I aspired to be. It was too real to be a dream."
I became the very fragment of consciousness I could see the people as. I was travelling through dimensions, shapeshifting as different entities. It was layers of flat lines which had multiple dimensions inside them, made from various colors that were beyond the visible spectrum.
At that moment, I gave myself a temporary identity. It was necessary for me to hold a position in the universe. I had become, The Forgotten.