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 Earth Day - 2223  (11 ratings)by Diana Kemp-Jones Page 2 of 2 "I am thinking of my heart!" I cried, exhilarated for the first time in my
life.Recklessly, I dashed toward the observation corridor connecting the park. A thousand people and a thousand Psyches gasped in communal astonishment. Psyche tugged angrily from behind in an attempt to slow me. "Tharghis, stop this instant, or I'll be forced to administer a tranquilizer," she screamed. "Your blood pressure readings are off the monitor! Remember what happened last time!" Ahead, the translucent corridor beckoned. Curious heads turned, expressions reflecting a myriad of emotions from shock to envy. I stumbled past, oblivious to the chorus of voices that ebbed and flowed around me. Many Psyche clones instinctively closed in on their charges to protect them from my irrational display. Though physical weakness was already setting in, I ignored it. Psyche frantically yanked, but could not any pull harder in case she damaged the umbilical cord. Her angry admonishments became a terrified pleading, but I heard only the serenade of birdsong. The heavenly fragrance of flowers filled the air, bringing incredible joy to my heart. I smiled despite the stabbing pain in my chest and the ensuing shortness of breath. With a fierce lunge, I pushed my way into the corridor. Befuddled attendants scrabbled about, their clones mouthing conflicting commands as I approached the forcefield and jumped through the narrow accessway into the park. I felt a brief stinging tug when the umbilical cord detached from Psyche. Warm, sticky fluid jetted out, but I neither noticed the gush of my lifeforce nor heard her frantic screams. I rolled laughing onto luxuriant emerald grass and inhaled its essence. Smiling, I reached unsteadily for a delicate pink blossom by my feet. Velvety petals caressed my fingers, its intoxicating aroma a delicate veil. A tiny, pollen-laden insect darted through the air, its fluttering gossamer wings echoing the fading beat of my heart. Even with my last breath, I had never felt so alive.
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