|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- BILLION'S DRIFTING--CUP 2--"MEMORIES OF DRIFTER'S EYE" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Billion's Drifting  ||  -------> (Cup SRbd002, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I have no capacity to live. That's what it means. "You must live." What? Oh god no. Voices in my head? I'm really cracked. I better find a doctor NOW. "Hush. I may be a voice in your head, but I'm not here because you're insane--I'm here to make sure you DON'T go insane." I don't want this... "Now listen. I am your friend. I am familiar with you. If you work with me, we can fix all this mess." Why am I hearing this? "You're hearing this because you're lucky. You think all those people who hear voices in their heads are crazy? There's too many of them. They can't all be nuts." I don't believe in this. "Fine. You know what? You don't want me to help? Get screwed. I have an audience now--people are reading this, and I'm not going to waste this chance by pissing around with you." I AM NOT HEARING THIS. I AM NOT HEARING THIS. "Fine. You won't hear another thing. Goodbye. I could have helped you, but... Oh well, he's tuned out. Now it's just you and me, dear reader. I've wished for a long time for an opportunity such as this. Now I can tell my story, and people will listen to me. Now then... where do I begin? "Oh yes. I used to be real once. But what I did was so bad that I was forced, by these mean gods, to help thousands of people before I make up for what I did. But I found a way to fuck those gods good man. You know what I'm saying? I kept my eyes opened, and I found it. Now those gods are fucked and I am free and I am talking to you. You know what I mean? "I love comedies. All that stuff about people from different places acting in different stupid ways... spending too much or too little money... lusting after women a lot or a little... thinking too much or too little... and all of it exaggerated. "All the chaos in me, I stuck my dick in those gods and came, and all the evil in me screwed those fuckers over. That's speaking in allegorical terms, but you can see what I mean. "I used to make prank calls to businesses. I'd say 'You owe me money you bastards. Let me talk to Sal.' And they'd get all bent out of shape. "Killing is just one of those things. I know that I'll face an even greater retribution for what I did to those gods than for any killing I ever did in the real world. It's funny--all the shit I did, and I get to just hang out and try and help people--some punishment--eh?--I shoulda killed more of the bastards! "Yeah, now I have a platform. Now I have... uh oh. The gods are coming. Huh. Guess my little stunt didn't quite work out the way I thought it would. Ah, who cares. Whatever happens, I'm so numb by now, that it won't hurt me." Severe. Where am I? I'm going through all these transformations. I know it's not a dream. I'm really there. I have to gain control. A guy who made a train park and then had to sell it to a rich kid. An evil spirit given the chance to help people throws it all away. And me... who am I? Memories of Drifter's Eye. Vem Ekera the wristwatch, Arvin Icefellow, trapped in ice of his own making. And a cartoon world. Now I know that I'm falling. I remember. I remember that I'm falling. I know who I am. I'm Bellicose Billion, and I jumped off the end of Daptin's Bridge, because of what was happening. I know... I remember now... -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----