Sunday Scribblings - #189 - Oracle

His rumored knowledge and influence was immense. The numbers who’d sought out his council was infinite. The man, almost larger than life, stood there peering out the window. From his space at the top of the tower, a place above the rest of the world, he looked down at the people milling around below unwittingly, as if their lives weren’t already pre-defined.


He turned around to see that the young man, not more than a boy really, was still kneeling on the floor only a few feet away – a puzzled look on his face.

“Why won’t you give me the answers I seek?” The boy asked, his expression melting into one of anguish. “Do you not know what I’ve gone through to get here?”

The great man lowered his head and then shook it in frustration.

“I’ll tell you again, son. I am not THE Oracle!” The man said. He pointed to a large wooden desk that sat next to the window. “I am the head OF Oracle…It’s just a company for Christ sake!”

“But what of my future?” the boy pleaded.

“The only future I can guarantee is an escort out of the building by security.”

The boy was being lifted off the floor by four large arms, men with short hair cuts and a headphone in one ear.

“What of my destiny?” he shouted while being dragged backwards out of the office. “I came here for a prediction!”

“A prediction? Yeah right,” the man said to his assistant, who was now standing at the office doorway.

“You really think I can predict the future?” the man shouted after the boy. “Take a look at our stock price!”