Cicada of the evolution
I saw a spark. I blink my eyes in darkness painted with a sumi intensely and go out. Then I woke up. It is my first memory.
We was deposited in the peel of a tree. We wake up and go to the bottom. Then we wander in the night. We was small and white. Some guys who did a face same as me wriggle. There is a guy running out of energy. There is a guy cutting van. We are all brothers.
Why will we go to the bottom?
The power that we cannot go against pushes the body. Is it right? It is wrong? It is not such a problem. Something like stake devoted to the small brain in our head orders us. Like the impulse that I cannot control.
We were awfully small and weak. Brothers are added to the ant with the mouth such as the sickle.They cannot defy it and go out in darkness. We cannot help them,because we have neither the fighting weapon nor the power. Even if brothers disappear, we do not think of something,because we do not have the feelings either. We only went to the bottom,because we do not have the feelings to become a hindrance either.
Fortunately, we arrive at the soft soil. The soil including the moisture has comfortable coldness and moderate warmth, and we stop once. My white eyes take in the world. Many leaves shaking for wind. Trees creaking for gravity. And moonlight pouring between clouds. We scrape out soil skillfully and begin to sink.Therefore we noticed in having a suitable sickle to scrape out soil for the first time.
Go into the soil.
We had such an order.The core of the head is hot.The small brain is charged with heat. Something seems to burn in the brain.
We stopped all at once. It is natural to stay here. There became few brothers. We arrived climbing over the corpse of brothers here. Their corpse becomes muddy brown and assimilates into soil. They are broken down into a microbe and will return to soil.We are lucky. There is an enemy all over the world, and we stay here though here is not safe at all.
Sink more deeply.
A stake devoted to a brain becomes hotter. Two eyeballs are overturned to ache. And only I heard the order.
The order influences my body. Legs do not stop working. The order echoes and is warped. Though I should be reflected in the white eyes of brothers, they do not move. Only I moved legs according to an order. And I sink more deeply. I saw their white eye. Their eyes were not the things which made a fool of me. They have no question.I am the same as them, too. I did not have a question towards brothers staying there, too. And I sank more deeply.
The soil added to the moisture more. Warmth lives together with coldness and wraps me. I scrape out soil and I advance and sleep. I sleep for a while and scrape out soil and advance again. I continue work of the repetition. My world was very quiet. I do not hear the sound to scrape out the soil of brothers. The sound that an underground water vein flows through. The sound that I scrape out soil. I do not hear the sound other than them.
Nothing existed in the world where I arrived . Brothers do not exist anymore, too. I hummed the word loneliness. I know neither the purpose nor the destination. Therefore I began that I thought. The small brain turns fully, and a cell is activated. I think,think ,think exhaustively, and I notice that I must survive in this world. And I look for a method to survive. Well. At first it is a meal. I cannot live if I do not eat. But are there the thing which I can eat in this world? I hummed the word starvation. I was frightened by loneliness and starvation in the world where there was nobody.
I hear a dim sound when I subtilize the sense of touch. It is not the sound that I scrape out soil. It is the sound that soil collapses slowly slowly. I moved legs as I felt the sense of touch .And I arrived. It is a small spawn. The small spawn lived in the deep underground world. I grab at it earlier than I think. The small spawn disappears in no time. Still I can survive in this world. The loneliness could not be settled, but the starvation was able to be settled. In relief, I sleep. I subtilize the sense of touch when I wake up, and I look for small spawns and eat. I repeated it and continued growing in a deep basement.
Time passes, and the color of my skin changes to brown and makes it hard quality. The body grew big, too. I may go to the top already soon. When I thought, I saw a spark again. In the small brain, I heard the order.
Sink for a longer time.
The order binds me like a chain of iron. Therefore I obey the order. Even if I endure loneliness, I must live for a long time here. Why is it? Because I hear an order. But I only obey it.
If I scrape out soil,eat small spawns,am met and sleep. A sudden roaring sound cut life of the repetition. I hear them from the much upper surface of the earth. The soil of the circumference shook. A big sound and shock are sunk and flock. I was scared. I shiver when I think that I am with brothers. What will be taking place at the top? What would happen to brothers? The quiver of the soil is not yet settled. A quiver of the soil comes like a wave without cease. A sound echoes intensely and is depressed. Through me, it sets in the basement more. I curl up to hold a body. Until a quiver of the soil is settled. Until a sound not to stop sounding passes away.
Would some water vein explode? I heard a sound to spread of the water. The situation was changing. Both the quiver of the soil and the roaring sound became intermittent, and the world regained peace little by little. Brothers want to come back to the place that there is early. Such feelings were born. But that order does not permit it. Sink for a longer time. That order does not disappear. I am stuck to the small brain and do not leave it. Therefore it was deep and sank still for a long time.
When can I come back to the surface of the earth?
The words to ask are buried among soil.
Do I become the stone as it is?
I hear such an imagination realistically, too.
Even if I ask spawns, nothing answers. Even if I am frightened by loneliness, nobody answers. With loneliness, I slept. I slept earnestly. Consciousness was buried among the bubbles that became turbid and had a dream.
In darkness, a brown husk is reflected. I put power to joint to tie legs. And I go to the surface of the earth. Wet soil bends over a body heavily. I support a body in legs and climb the root of the brown tree. I felt nostalgic for the smell of the tree. I could skip darkness before long and appeared on the surface of the earth. I breathe in a smell of the wind blowing and enjoy lingering scent of oxygen. I hear a sound of the wind, the whisper of the trees and plants, the cry of animals, the song of the month to rise. I was in the much deeper basement. I am delighted in the world that is full of colors, and loneliness is dismantled.
I move legs from the root of the tree to a tree. There is an excellent branch over there and grows in the sky. There is the moon in the night sky. The moon occasionally disappears under cover of leaves. But the moon does not disappear from the sky. I am still the middle of the trip. I arrive soon soon. Oh, the sky is eternity. The moon shined in gold.
This is a dream. But I know this world. The world that my cell knows. The world that my gene knows.
I woke up.
Oh, I am a cicada.
I knew who I was.
When I woke up, loneliness faded away. I hear only the sound that a water vein under the ground flows through, the sound that soil collapses slowly. There is not the light as ever, and the sense of touch is a reliance. The situation changes nothing. But I had calm feelings. I am a larva of the cicadas. I flap sometime soon in the sky. I understood so. It is my significance of existence. The order will come sometime. Go to the sky. I will wait for it. I sink deeply. I sink for a long time. I join a life together with small spawns. Until the polluted world recovers.
There is not the foreign enemy to the body which became very big anymore. Rather I am a predator.
Go to the sky.
The order came at last. I looked forward to the order. According to the order, I went to the surface of the earth. As I approach the surface of the earth, the small spawns disappears. But the small spawns are not necessary anymore. Because I found expensive bait of more nutritive value. It is ants. The ants walk the gap of the soil. The ants became gigantic, too.I am targeted for supplementary diet for the size enough. When they were newborn, brothers became the bait of ants. I eat ants this time. There is the sense of accomplishment that made the revenge of brothers. I eat ants as much as it is necessary. But I did not eat afterward.
Brothers survived in the soil which was nearer the surface of the earth than me and would surely become the cicada. And they lay an egg and return to soil. According to a genetic order to continue a family. Their cycle was shorter than me, but continued a family surely. And the surface of the earth burns. Trees become the charcoal. The world collapses. In the polluted sky and soil, they disappeared without continuing a family.
I knew the future. A mammal of the bipedalism as the ground ruler continued preying on one another and ruined the world.
Therefore sink more deeply.
Therefore sink for a longer time.
Therefore an order came.
I did not understand all, but I repeat a thought in the small brain.
I am a cicada. The order gave the gene to me. For the purpose of the family continuing. For the purpose of spinning the genealogy of the evolution. And brothers died out. I sink more deeply than brothers. I sink for a longer time than brothers. The body became gigantic, and the mouth to suck the sap of the tree degenerated. The mouth evolved to take supplementary diet in small creatures. The body which became gigantic becomes maximum in the Insecta, and I am not a cover predator. It is a predator.
The next step is to spin the family's continuation for my life. I do not hear such an order. It is my intention to move me.
I appeared on the surface of the earth. I climb the tree. The tree bends at my weight. Still I climb the tree. And I emerge.
A sound of the comfortable wind. The sound to shake of the trees and plants. I heard them through air. I heard the cry of creatures, too.The moon lights me up.
To spin the family continuation in this world.
To spin the genealogy of the evolution in this world.
Natural selection of this world begins from now on.
I inject body fluid to the vessel of two pieces of feathers slowly. The folded feathers in the back open. The vessel of the halftone plate form creates geometric wood block states. Moonlight clarifies them. This is a design only for me. It is the same as a fingerprint and a voiceprint saying in human beings, and shall I say even the featherprint of the cicada?
When the moon set, and the sun rose, my feathers have finished lengthening. My feathers which got wet in a deep basement at long time dries and glitters in the rainbow color. I rubbed feathers and put power in a pronunciation line and called intensely. A high-pitched sound sounds all over this world.
The friend should be somewhere in this world, too.
I continued crying.
To spin the family continuation .
To spin the genealogy of the evolution.
Fin.
