Canto III
Ante Purgatory
Scene II
Dante took the path that
was taken by Cato with Virgil who had appeared in the hologram form similar to
the form he took when in Hell.
“This form is the
construct of the orb to give you the complete companion form. And more to it,
the orb needed to be hidden inside the form to avoid detection.” Virgil the
construct explained.
Their path seems to be
of no end along the wall. During that walk, Dante did not question the latter
for he knew from his conversation with Virgil in Hell, he either gets an
intellectual reply or something that will point to his self- doubts. During
that walk, he saw Cato and Virgil in the lighted environment were without a
shadow. He took upon himself to see his and found me with one.
“Yes, I am not a
hologram-like them,” Dante uttered.
“You are not for now. Somehow,
your hologram had picked up some substances at the atomic level into it and attached
itself to form a physical form.” Cato saw the wonderment in Dante. “I know not
why or how but it was recorded by my sensors. It’s akin to magnetism and that
makes you ---different from me.”
“Perhaps the Doctor
wanted me --- with a solid form to work on,” Dante replied with the bare
knowledge he held of the subject matter. “Or God did step forth to do me here?”
“The divine possibility
fails to me without supporting evidence. Even what you had endured here may
sound to you like a divine journey aka the journey through Hell, I can assure
you the events you underwent were man created and not any divinity call.”
“Your mind may have
regressed into the recognition of it as I had mentioned, but the awakening
recently had been explained when you met the Doctor. In plain explanation, you
were brainwashed.”
“Maybe I am still in a dream
state, and I only woke from my nightmares in Hell. Maybe all of this is not
like yourself?” Dante was questioning his existence then.
“If you are implying you
are still a captive of the Doctor, then it’s a possibility that you are still
in the dream state and I ---rather we are your antithesis to the punishment or
rather perceived to be one induced by the dream state. I did mention that you
are still in a dream state, and having awakened from the dream within the
dream.”
“Don’t confuse me, Cato.
I was ---”
“Self-doubts are natural
for you had awakened from a dream state. There are proven scientific cases
where the mind may create a sub-level of consciousness ---”
“Alike to multiple
personalities?” Virgil cut in.
“Similar to that but
invariably the condition here that was termed as a false awakening; a vivid and
convincing dream about awakening from sleep, while the dreamer, in reality,
continues to sleep. A dream within the dream.” Cato offered his explanation.
“However, I won’t go into details with you for it may make you confused. Or you
could regress into it and never recover. We will focus on the task here.”
Dante was not ready to
accept that but Cato was persistent in the task.
“As you are now in the
pursuit of escaping or trying to retrieve your physical body, in my assessment you
are not in any induced dream state but the real physical attachment here except
your existence here somewhat complicated to explain, baffles me even now, but
you have to complete the task here.”
“Be sensible, you are
not dead, and yes, your current physical form can be concluded as your
intangible soul had attracted radical atoms which lend itself to some form of
physical attributes that make you appear tangible. It’s like transforming an
image into three-dimensional.” Cato was ever the analytical one like Virgil
then in Hell. “Like a storm being formed from air droplets. A mere temporary
event.”
“You mean my so-named
hologram may have an unreal physical form? Radical!” Dante was grinning.
“Exactly my probable
contribution but I have no explanation for the process.” Cato continued. “Unlike
you, I will remain as one hologram.” Cato sensed his thoughts.
“No squabble in that but
do tell me what will happen to those who arrived here? Let us complete the
task. I want to be truly awake. I will take the challenge of the Doctor and
defeat him.”
“Dante, are you mad?”
Virgil looked at the poet that he had journeyed through Hell.
“Hell no, I am fine. For
once in my life, I am battling the injustice served here.” Dante was uplifted.
“Let it be, Virgil. The
poet is now the warrior, and we will let it reside in him. He needs that
courage to take the challenges here.” Cato assured Virgil. He then turned to
Dante.
“The ones you may meet
are terms as the excommunicates in the journal retrieved from the Journal. If
you were to clear your muddle mind on your radical form now and stop trying to figure
out if you will pee from there, I can assure you won’t.” Cato had one the
expression of disdain.
“Back to the task on
hand, for all you had known, Hell and Purgatory were created to emulate the
experience of the methodology of the Biblical dispensing sinners before they
reached the zenith which is Heaven. It’s an act of retribution after the
journey of living.”
“You meant a journey of
life?” Dante corrected Cato.
“Presumption accepted.
Life and Death are commonly death focused on the character of cessation of
something. More specifically, death occurs when a living entity experiences
irreversible cessation of all functioning. As it pertains to human life, death
is an irreversible process where someone loses their existence as a person.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death).
“In medical terms, the
definition of the moment of death is required, doctors and coroners usually
turn to "brain death" or "biological death" to define a
person as being dead; people are considered dead when the electrical activity
in their brain ceases. It is presumed that an end of electrical activity
indicates the end of consciousness. Suspension of consciousness must be
permanent, and not transient, as occurs during certain sleep stages,
and especially a coma.”
“Back to the task here.”
“The Doctor created this
environment in this structure with the mind-induced programs to make them
believe they may be dead and were to serve their dues in there. It was a form
of psychological torture that resembled a death sentence in plain words.”
“We are now at
Ante-Purgatory. We need to find the passage in.”
It was then Dante saw a
group approaching them from the front. They looked the same; dressed in the
orange overall and wearing those manacles. They were moving in slow steps with
some of them heads bowed while others were looking upwards. The sun was near
its zenith but the coldness of the environment made them all still huddled
close.
“Behold, a group
approaches and we can seek counsel from them.” Dante quipped out. During his
journey through Hell, he had found his understanding there by having a conversation
with the ones he met.
“Let us go forth for
they come slowly and I can confirm my hope on their purpose.” Dante stepped forth.
It was not a short distance but over a thousand steps before he reached them.
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