It happened so fast. From living off the land to exploring the stars in less than fifty years. The cycles grow tighter. The species called 'human' is resilient, if nothing else. What else has changed so much? Sharks, crocodiles, and lobsters are all the same basic thing they've been for millions of years. And they live the same sort of life. But we humans are ever shifting, morphing, destroying our old selves to be continually reborn.
The towers are silent. Only the wind that blows past them can be heard. It's been said that what truly exists is that which remains in the deepest of dreamless sleep. Inside the tower there is darkness beyond that found in the deepest caves. A silence only the dead know. The absence of all gives room for anything.
Brought to the brink of nothing. Body connected to tethers, wires, monitoring systems. Numbed to feel nothing. The mind drifts. No longer connected to a single point. Inside the tower it wanders, free of its home. Questioning why such has not been done before. This weightless mode of being, a more simple way to exist.
The snap always came as a surprise. One moment on earth, in a tower, experiencing consciousness free of form; then a trillion light years away. The body, refusing to be separated 'snaps' to where the mind is. But that moment in a new place without the body, that--those that snapped said--was the most bizarre feeling they'd ever experienced. Oneness with all.