(I'm sorry, but is John a known person or is this an imaginative story?)
It is imaginative. Next person will add to john's story
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Growing up, John often felt overshadowed by the strict expectations of his parents, yet he found comfort in the secret adventures he shared with his sisters in the old family garden.
Although the pleasure house was far from the life they once knew, John quickly discovered that its lively atmosphere offered him a freedom and excitement he had never experienced back home.
Soon, John realized that the pleasure house attracted all kinds of people, and watching their lives intertwine opened his eyes to a world he had never imagined.
“…I cannot accept, Lucy,” John said gently, “because my path is not yet clear, and it would be unfair to bind your future to a man who is still searching for his own.”
John a questo punto vista la situazione decise di farsi frate. 😇 Scelse un convento e poi ci salto dentro. Tutto andava per il meglio finché un bel giorno mentre coltiva il suo orticello fu rapito dagli alieni. 🛸 Questi non solo lo esaminarono dalla testa ai piedi ma decisero di portarselo anche sul loro pianeta.
On their distant planet, the aliens treated John as a rare curiosity, and although he was terrified at first, he soon realized that their strange world offered him yet another unexpected chapter in his already extraordinary life.
His outburst stunned the aliens, who, unused to such raw emotion, began to study John’s sorrow with deep fascination, realizing for the first time that their advanced civilization might still be missing something profoundly human.
John's words quickly spread throughout the alien civilization. This provoked strong dissatisfaction from Kevin, who was extremely proud of his own civilization. Soon, he analyzed human history using a magical machine beyond human comprehension. He quickly found flaws in John's words and bluntly confronted John, rebuking him: "Oh, foolish humans! I've discovered in your history that you humans haven't been so kind to your animal neighbors. For example, you make fur coats, ivory products, and crocodile skin bags, etc. Where do the raw materials for those exquisite items come from? I won't elaborate. Moreover, what I find even more interesting is that you humans wage war against each other and slaughter your own kind simply because of differences in so-called political systems, so-called territorial sovereignty, and bizarre religious beliefs. I ask you, foolish human John from Earth, what right do you have to speak of our great civilization?"
John listened to Kevin’s tirade in silence, his fists clenched, and after a long breath he answered, “You’re right, humans have committed terrible things. But cruelty doesn’t erase compassion, and flaws don’t erase the possibility of change. We feel pain because we care, and that caring is precisely what makes us fight to become better than our past. Kevin tilted his luminous head, intrigued yet unconvinced, as John continued, “You judge us only by our failures, but you ignore our courage, our art, our love, our sacrifices. Even in our darkest moments, someone somewhere chooses kindness. Can your perfect civilization, so proud, so calculated, understand the beauty of a flawed being trying to rise above his own nature?"
Kevin honestly replied, “Of course, I cannot deny that there are truly selfless and kind individuals among you humans. But ultimately, they are a minority, and the majority of you humans are ignorant and foolish. There are those who believe in a leader, and no matter how terrible or outrageous that leader is, his followers will never doubt, rebel, and remain fanatical. Your so-called beauty beyond nature is only for a minority; how can that represent all of humanity?” Kevin watched John fall into deep thought, then arrogantly looked down at him again, saying, “In my civilization, our people can truly live in equality and harmony. And you? My dear and foolish Earthling John, I know you were born into an aristocratic family. Have you ever sympathized with your poor compatriots? Have you ever hated nobles or kings of higher status than you? In your history, you have always had classes, always had differences in status. Oh, I forgot, you also have a unique system of reputation and prestige. How can our civilization compare to you arrogant humans in terms of cunning?”
John slowly lifted his gaze, the alien light shimmering across his face as he finally answered, “Kevin… you speak as if perfection makes you superior, but you forget something: equality without freedom is just another kind of cage. Your people live in harmony because you were designed to because your minds were shaped to think alike.”
He stepped closer, voice steady despite Kevin’s towering presence.
“Humans are chaotic because we are free. Yes, we follow corrupt leaders. Yes, we fight, we divide, we make foolish choices. But we also rebel against tyranny, we question our gods, we break our traditions, and sometimes, just sometimes, we overturn an entire world for the sake of justice.”
John’s expression softened as he continued:
“As for class and prestige… you think I never saw the suffering of the poor? I envied them, Kevin. They lived without chains of expectation. They could choose their destiny, even in hardship. Do you know what an aristocrat’s life is? A beautiful prison. Every step set. Every dream assigned. And I ran from it.”
Kevin’s luminous eyes flickered - surprise, confusion, something like curiosity.
“You say your civilization is superior,” John concluded, “but maybe it’s not superiority you’re proud of… maybe it’s safety. A life without risk, without failure, without the possibility of chaos.”
He folded his arms.
“Tell me, Kevin… can a being truly be good if it has never faced the temptation to be evil?”
Kevin looked at John with a faint hint of disdain and said with a subtle smile,
“My dear John, you are no different from the leaders of your kind—always speaking in grand yet empty slogans.
And you claim to envy the so-called poor because they are free from expectations.
To me, that sounds insincere.
Have you ever truly cared about your impoverished compatriots?
Have you ever genuinely attempted to help them?
I find that doubtful.”
“As for your belief that one cannot be considered truly good without first facing the temptation of evil—do you not hear how absurd that sounds?
Good and evil are merely constructs created by your species.
Your own history should have taught you this.
Your moral compass shifts and reshapes itself with remarkable ease…
Or perhaps you simply do not pay attention to history.”
After speaking, Kevin fell silent for a moment, lost in thought.
Then he smiled lightly and said,
“In light of our conversation, I have decided to return you to Earth.
Human civilization will become a new subject of study for us.
Will your kind move toward peace… or toward self-destruction?
The answer intrigues me—and may even serve as a warning for our own civilization.”
“As for you, dear Earthling John, you will become the central figure of our observation—much like Truman from what I consider one of your greatest films, The Truman Show.
We will not interfere.
We will not make contact.
We will observe—just as Uatu the Watcher does in your Marvel stories.”
“As an apology for abducting a sentient being without consent—and because you have demonstrated qualities of an intelligent lifeform—we will enhance your physiology.
For the next fifty years, you will be free from all diseases.”
And so, John was transported back to Earth.
Meanwhile, eight hundred million light-years away, a young man named Kevin sat before a screen, watching the newest episode of a program titled The Life of Earthling John.
When John awoke, he found himself lying in the middle of the convent’s vegetable garden, just as he had left it - yet something was unmistakably different. The colors of the world seemed sharper, sounds clearer, and his body felt impossibly strong, almost weightless, as though every cell within him had been polished by unseen hands.
He sat up slowly, touching the soil beneath him.
It felt warm - warmer than it should.
"Fifty years… no disease…" he murmured. The alien’s final promise echoed in his mind like a prophecy.
As he rose to his feet, he wandered through the courtyard, unsure whether he should feel relieved, violated, blessed, or cursed. The other friars hurried about, unaware that he had ever been gone. To them, only minutes had passed.
But to John, everything had changed.
He walked to his tiny room, and as he stepped inside, something unexpected caught his eye: a small, round object resting on his wooden table. It pulsed faintly with blue light.
He froze.