|| -------- -- -----  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 20--"HYPERGOD AMNIFAOZ" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Office Complex  ||  -------> (Cup SRoc020, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Injure turned to the group, then to Ann Saply, still on his shoulder. "Ann--you came out of nowhere--you know this guy?" "I don't know him." Ann said, her eyes looking as wise as ever. "But he might prove helpful. I say let him come through." "Well, people?" Injure asked. "It's up to you." Hate said. "Okay. I say we let him through." Injure said, then turning to the kemig screen, "Okay, uh, whoever you are. Permission granted to come though." A flash of light and a brief popping sound later, Hypergod Amnifaoz towered before Injure Bodoni. "You have my gratitude." the monster said. "No problem." Injure said. The Hypergod then gazed at Ann Saply and let out what might have been a laugh. "The re-ine of your kind! Twas a fine damagewave hit this realm then!" Ann regarded the beast calmly. "Muttering recruit, get a grip." Ann said. "I thought you said you didn't know this guy?" Injure said. "I don't know him, but his kind I know." Ann said, jumping off of Injure's shoulder and onto a nearby comfy chair. "He's not really one of them. They started taking humans and turning them Hypergod some time ago. But that was infinity years ago." Emily sat down in another of the comfy chairs, holding her hand to her head. "I know this might seem a little lame," she said, "but I'm thinking now that this might be a dream. Why shouldn't I think this is a dream?" "I know this must seem unbelievable to you." Bodoni said. "I mean, you being the only normal person here and all." "The thing is," Emily said, "I'm not all that normal." "What do you mean?" Injure asked. "I mean," Emily said, "that I am Dolthethmen, from the future. I came back to fool around with myself a little. But I never expected any of this. I mean--I AM from the future after all--and none of this ever happened!" Dolthethmen felt like a mountain of bowling balls had just collapsed onto him. He stared blankly at Emily. "Well!" Emily said. "What do you want? I remember when I was you all too well. I was such a loser." Dolthethmen continued to stare. "So I was right." he said. "You ARE the same future me that screwed me up in the parking lot." "Not really." the pretty girl said. "I did that a few centuries back. I've mellowed out a lot since then." Dolthethmen sneered. "So this is what I have to look forward to? Becoming a superpowerful pervert?" "Among other things--yes." Emily said. Tears began to well in Dolthethmen's eyes. "I had a good life here. I was learning things. I was maturing." he said. "And you still will." Emily said. "It's just--oh!--you're too irresistible a target!" Dolthethmen turned away, and though trying to hold back, burst into tears. "Sorry." Emily said. "Excellent situation! An exquisite flavor!" Hypergod Amnifaoz bellowed. "Most refined." "What?" Emily asked, looking calmly up at the beast. "Ho, I am a connoisseur of such fine situations! And you, the sexual predator of past selves, provide lively grist!" "I'm glad you find this so amusing." Emily said. "A fine spread. I must record. Hold." Amnifaoz said, reaching into a compartment in the left shoulder of his armor and pulling out what appeared to be a snub gun of some sort. Prince Ferrajalt held up his hand and said "ho ho ho ho" in alarm. "Naw!" Amnifaoz said. "It's just a situation camera--passive device. Does not harm. Here, a click." The Hypergod clicked the device, and placed it back in his armor. "See? Now I can view the situation over and over again. Even publish-array it for my fellows!" Injure Bodoni licked his lips and stared at Amnifaoz's armor. "A situation camera?" the scientist asked. "A truly functional situation camera? Incredible!" "Yes." Amnifaoz boomed. "Standard issue. I see you're intrigued. I can confer all technical specifications to you, if you wish." "Haha! Yes!" Injure said, looking around at the others. "I want it! A situation camera!" "Don't listen to him." the furry little lady Ann Saply said. "He's got inferior equipment. I can describe to you a full-motion, 5-D situation recorder." "Bah!" Amnifaoz said. "Hey Mr. Scientist!" Emily yelled, standing up. "I know you're getting a hard-on over all this new technology, but I don't think you've grasped what I said before--I am from the future--and none of this ever happened! Not in any timestream!" "Look you!" Injure said, losing his cool. "This sort of event wouldn't leave a scratch on up to 18 accordions of time! So of course it never happened!" "Huh?" Emily said. "Whatever sort of creature you are," Injure said, "you're not gonna discover this sort of thing unless it hits you square in the ass!" "I see." Emily said. "People!" Ledrant Hate yelled. "And others. We must seek a resolution to this problem. Injure here has stated that there is something we can do that will make everything right again. Isn't that so?" -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----