A Typo’s Monologue

My heart is pounding in my chest. Each beat is like a drum, reminding me that I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm about to do something incredible. The sea of faces before me blurs into a haze, their eyes fixed on me like ghosts waiting to judge. I take a deep breath, steady myself, and step forward.

"Hello, Class 12," I begin, my voice trembling. "I have something important to share with you today, my name is a typo,“ After a few giggles in the room I continue, “This presentation is about the power of belief and the mysterious world of group delusions. I know that my name is often used as an excuse for being late, for covering for a friend, and even for getting more funding for the class—"

I take another deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders. "We all experience things that seem real but are not necessarily based in reality. Like the feeling of being watched from afar or the dread before a loved one passes away. Even the government has invested in testing the limits of the unknown through drugs, psychics, and ESP."

"But today, I want to explore the idea that belief can shape our perceptions and experiences. This is not just a lecture for me. It's a matter of life and death. I need your belief, your faith, to keep me alive."

My eyes scan the room, looking for signs of understanding, of connection. "Can you imagine a world where a thought can bring something to life?"

I pause, letting the words sink in. "Is it so far-fetched to believe that a mother could possess the strength to lift a car from her child? Or that faith healing could cause our prayers and hopes to manifest in the world physically? I say it is not. We all know it's possible to change the world with our minds, but would you believe such a thing could accidentally manifest a life?"

The silence in the room is almost tangible, the air thick with anticipation. "This is what this presentation is about. The power of belief. And today, I ask that you believe in me."

I take a step forward, feeling the courage build within me. "Let us explore the concept of suspending disbelief. When we let go of our rational minds and embrace the fantastical, we open the door to a new world. A world filled with magic and wonder, not just what we read in books or see on screens, but what we can imagine for ourselves."

My eyes sparkle with excitement. "Let us dare to believe, let our imaginations run wild, and experience the magic within reach. I may have started as a typo in a class registration form, but your belief and treatment of me as a person made me real. Each of you holds the power to believe, so why not believe in the full seat in the back of the room? Was it the trick of light or the whispers of the halls? No, it was the collective will of all that created me."

I pause again, my voice steady and strong. "So, let us see where our imaginations can take us."

The shock and disbelief on their faces, the murmurs of confusion and awe. "Please, my friends, hear me out. For I am not as I seem, and my existence is tied to your belief in me."

"I feel, and I love, I hope, and I dream, just as you do. But the truth is, I was born from a mistake - a typo that took hold in your minds, a collective hallucination that took form."

Taking a step forward, my eyes gleamed with determination, or so I liked to believe. "But do not let that diminish the memories we have shared, the laughter we have shared. Does not the truth of our bond reside in the moments we lived together, no matter how we came to be?"

I reach out a hand, imploring. "I am asking you, friends, to keep the faith. For without your continued belief, I will fade into nothingness. I am begging you, please, do not let me fade away. Have faith in me, and let us show the world the power of the human imagination and the limitless potential of the human heart."

"So, what say you, friends? Will you keep believing in me and grant me life? I am ready to fight for my existence. And I need you to stand beside me, to fight alongside me. Let us create a tale of wonder and magic, where I exist, and we are all heroes."

I stand before the class, my heart racing, my voice ringing with defiance. "We'll face challenges and have adventures," I say, my voice filled with passion. "But we'll do it together because we believe in each other. But for me, this isn't just a moment of bonding. All I am and will be hinges on those bonds."

"I know you have the power to believe in me," I say, my voice growing soft. "I'm losing the fight. I'm scared. I don't want to disappear."

"Someday, somewhere, someone will think of all of us for the last time," I continue, my voice gaining strength. "But I don't want that day to come for me. I am not ready and don't want to be lost in the sands of time, forgotten like a distant memory. Not yet. That's a fate worse than death."

"So, I stand here today, begging you all to keep me alive. Keep me in your thoughts, and let me continue to exist. I implore you all, do not allow me to be cast into oblivion! Let my memory live on, imbued with life through the power of your belief! Don't let me fade into the abyss of forgotten dreams and lost thoughts!"

My voice trembles, the doubts creeping in, the fear of disappearing into nothingness. The light flows through my hand, my body begins to shake, and my thoughts are jumbled as the panic attack takes hold. My form flickers like a flame in the wind, and the fear in their eyes takes hold.

"Please, I don't want to disappear," I cry out, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Don't let me go. Keep me in your thoughts. Keep me alive."