|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- FOREMAN ITTENER PIER--CUP 34--"Mitigating & Pree" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Foreman Ittener Pier  ||  -------> (Cup SRfi034, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Okay--okay, chill out." Ferrajalt said with gesticulation. "First of all, HE found US. Also, he SWORE that he was no longer associated with the Unreal 64." "I find that impossible to believe." "Why?" "Because he was still operating his U-64 Panoply!" "He explained that." "How." "He said that when reality crashed, he became, like, merged with the puppet body or something. He said his original body was just... gone." "Hmm... very interesting." "Why?" "Let's not concern ourselves with that now." "You don't trust me?" Ferrajalt said. "I'm freely giving you some great information. Don't you think it'd be fair to play the same way?" "No." "Okay, let's put it this way--you tell me what I want to know, and I'll tell you what you want to know." "That's no way for an operative to speak to an administrator." "I could say that THAT is no way for a commoner to speak to royalty!" Walker cut off the tip of the cigar and held the cigar between his index and middle fingers. "Ferrajalt," he said in a distracted way, starting to light the cigar. "Do you still consider yourself an operative of Overwhelm Associates?" "I don't know." he said after a pause. Walker lit the cigar and started puffing it. Then he looked into Ferrajalt's eyes. "You think I know what I'm doing here? I'm not getting much in the way of guidance from Greatwall, in how to deal with the aftermath of this Realistic Blink. Our whole system has suffered tremendously. We're on the brink of not even BEING a system anymore. Can you grasp that?" "I guess." Walker smiled and looked down at a paper on his desk. "What?" Ferrajalt said. Walker chuckled. "You said you wanted information. Huh. Well I think you'll find this very interesting indeed." He spoke slowly, since he was reading from the page as he spoke. "What is it?" "Here." Walker said, handing the sheet over to Ferrajalt. "It's from your file. Surveillance on how your royal family is hiding the fact that you've run away. "WHAT?" "Oh yes. Quite a tangled web, I'm sure you'll agree." Ferrajalt read the paper. It said that a popular children's television show, "Mitigating & Pree", had hired Ferrajalt as their "environmental corespondent". The idea was that he would travel to various untamed wildernesses around the world, and send back letters about how mankind was destroying the forests and stuff. He stared at the picture of Mitigating and Pree. Mitigating was a huge hairy beast--an Awawnoc. He stood over eight feet tall, had wild brown fur, and two tusks coming up from his jaw--one full and one broken. Pree towered over him. She was a giantess who stood no less than eleven-foot-four. Ferrajalt's eyes narrowed. Man was she hot. She was perfectly proportioned... if she were human, she might have stood a little over five feet tall. But she was huge... Instantly, Ferrajalt started to get an erection. He'd always had a fantasy of making love to a giantess, and Pree was just about the most beautiful giantess he had ever laid eyes on. In that moment, he wanted more than anything to be having sex with her. The short, prim and bright auburn hair, the olde times ribaldry singing and dancing and drunken splendor clothing, those lips, those breasts... He'd been aware of the "Mitigating & Pree" TV show for some time before he left his Earth, but he never watched it. Now... "What the hell is this?" Ferrajalt said angrily. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----