|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- OFFICE COMPLEX--CUP 19--"TIME TRAVEL AND STUFF" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Office Complex  ||  -------> (Cup SRoc019, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Um." Dolthethmen said. "I don't know. I guess a lot of stuff happened today. Things kinda got out of hand." "In what way?" Injure asked. "Well, I guess since you were honest, I'll be honest too." Dolthethmen said, looking up at Injure. "I---I think I have powers. Today, what happened was, um, there was this girl who like, assaulted me, y'know, in that way, and it turned out that, y'know, she was basically me in the future. She had come back in time to, whatever, be perverted with her previous self." "What?" Emily asked in shock and amazement. "Yeah." Dolthethmen said. "The thing is, I was able to get away from her and stuff, but what I had to do was, I mean, I had to like make a mental note, that when I got that powerful, you know, having time travel and stuff, I should go back and save myself from her, and really erase the whole event. So that's what I did. But that's probably what attracted her--me--to that time and place. I don't know." "Fascinating!" Injure said. "This is prime stuff!" "Okay, okay." Ferrajalt said. "Forget Bodoni--the scientist in him is taking over. So, uh--Dolthethmen was it?--why do you think you caused this? Because of this time travel junk?" Dolthethmen sighed. "It's not just that. I--it's just that, before..." He looked at Emily. "When I met you at the mall, Emily, I just--I don't know. I had a fantasy about you, about going out with you and stuff. So I, well, I did the same thing--I asked my future self to alter reality so that I could go out with you and stuff." "And stuff?" Emily asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah." Dolthethmen said, looking down again. "And stuff." "So you think you caused this reality collapse?" Hate asked. "It crossed my mind." Dolthethmen said, looking up at Hate. "No." Injure said. "What I gather from your story, the forces and frames involved, there's no way it could have been you. Although--that all this stuff happened to you today is probably related to the approaching domino-wave. Has this sort of thing happened before, Dolthethmen?" "Yeah. I mean, nowhere near as bad as this, but it has happened before. I mean, a little." "Well," Injure said, "like I said, I'm certain that this phenom-set of yours is an effect of the domino-wave--not its cause. But thank you for offering the information--every little bit helps." "Uh-huh." Dolthethmen said, miserable. Suddenly, a wild beeping-and-ringing noise was heard. "The central kemig!" Injure yelled. "Hopefully it's V and Nevrippa telling us that Treyess and Vike are there." Injure fiddled with some controls, and an awesome visage appeared on the screen--a bizarre monster in bizarre armor. "Hypergod Amnifaoz here." a frightening voice boomed. "Who's there?" "Uh," Injure stumbled, "this is, uh, OA Consultants, who's this?" "My ID precedes! All channels are dead. What is your twenty?" Hypergod Amnifaoz thundered. Injure looked at the others. "Um--we're on Timber Serious Earth, in Derolbam City. What's your, uh, twenty?" The Hypergod was seen looking around for something. "Not enough information." Amnifaoz said. "Did you experience a disturbance 118 minutes ago?" Injure looked back at the others again, then back at the screen. "Uh, yeah, we did experience something--a reality collapse of some sort." "Filba/fibla! Concurs. Must reconnoiter with Emma. Hold." the monster said, again looking around offscreen. "Who the hell is that?" Ferrajalt asked. "I have no idea!" Injure said. "We never picked up an alien signal on the kemig before!" "End possibility/Emma." Amnifaoz said. "I am utterly lost. Hypergod Word--request FIF, promise to do you no harm, provide help and rewards if asked for. Response?" "Uh, what do you mean?" Inure asked. "Rephrasing, I need permission to Full-Info-Fill to your twenty. I swear to do you no harm, and provide help and material rewards if you so wish. Do you agree?" "I have to confer with my, uh, associates. Give me a minute." "Understood." -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----