|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- HADRIAN FOZZCOLT--CUP 6--"COPY OF THE WORLD" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Hadrian Fozzcolt  ||  -------> (Cup SRhf006, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Wait," Hadrian said. "Let's talk about the basic nature of information, here. A few years ago I didn't know anything about the supernatural and all these powers. Now I'm getting bombarded by tons of crap info, all of it contradictory. And I act... I just go along with it... with you... with your world, with the transportation to your world..." "You're in your own private little hall of mirrors," Bline said lazily. "No! You enlisted my aid. I tried to help you. Let's get things straight here. I was excited by you... the occult crap surrounding you... being a part of it. But let me tell you--Ebsekkian is the Evil Master of Weirdness. His weapon is confusion and strangeness and meaninglessness. All you, and that girl attendant at the Teleportation Cylinder, and everyone--all you're giving me is weirdness. How do I know you're not all agents of Ebsekkian?" Bline sighed. "Where is this place, anyway?" Hadrian said gesturing all around. "A subway tunnel... and if I got out of this train and started walking, where would I end up?" Bline snickered. "I see you need a purpose," she said. Anger started seething inside Hadrian. He started calling forth powers from deep within him. His emotion ignited a flaring of potential, and he sought to bring forth as much supernatural power as he could. Bline looked to her left, casually. "I'm going to explore this world myself," Hadrian said through clenched teeth. "I want to see for myself where I am and what is going on." "Ah," Bline said, "go ahead. When I was younger, I got this ability. With a snap of my fingers, I could create a copy of the world--but without people and animals. The whole world, I had it all to myself. And I could go back to the real world whenever I wanted. But I could get copies of anything. I strolled through art galleries and took any treasure. Explored those places normally forbidden. It was a thrill, hey, a thrill. But it got boring, as anyone with wisdom could have told me. This is just one of those copies. It's a world, an Earth. Not your Earth, but a similar one. Yeah, a pretty similar one. You can go exploring, I don't care. You'll have fun for a time. I don't know if you'll find a way out without my help. I don't know the extent of your powers." Hadrian took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay," he said slowly. "Will you--can you maybe just tell me everything you know, or want to tell me, or whatever, about this Daptin Gone fellow? What has he got to do with me?" "This is a very complicated universe. Daptin Gone is very far away, but his actions have reverberated throughout the entire universe. To him, you are a character in a TV show. This is not to say, now, okay, you fool, this is not to say that you ARE a character in a TV show. You are real and I am real. But this guy is so far away, with levels of reality and everything such, he is so far away..." -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----