|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- A ROAD MAP OF ARCTICA--CUP 16--"SUTURED" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  A Road Map of Arctica  ||  -------> (Cup SRrm016, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "What was that all about?" Abigail said. I held up my hands. "Look, it's this whole thing, alright? If I explain it to you, you'll think that I'm totally nuts." "Are you in some kind of trouble?" Bonnie asked, putting her hand on my shoulder. "No! It's nothing like that. I mean... let's just say that I have another life somewhere, and I'm gonna hafta go back to it to settle some business." "What, do you have a secret wife and family somewhere?" Abigail asked. "No!" I said, "It's much weirder than that. It's nothing that you're thinking! I'm... I'm from another universe, another world. I... I created my own Land, and then someone took it away from me, and now they're trying to do something there that's gonna destroy the universe and stuff, so I gotta get back and try and prevent that. From happening." The two girls looked puzzled. "I told you you wouldn't believe me!" "Is it something from cyberspace? Something about Hull?" Bonnie asked. "No! Not about that at all! I'm some kind of god or something, and I came here for a break... a break from all the interdimensional, cosmic shit I gotta deal with all the time. This sounds so crazy!" "It does." Abigail said. I looked at her. "Look Abigail, be straight with me. Are you from there? Are you someone I knew from there, or are you involved in some way?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, dammit!, if you were then you'd know what I mean." "I really don't know." she said. "Good." I replied. "Daptin," Bonnie said, "I'm trying to understand. Please let me help you." "I knew that what happened out there was a sign!" I blurted out. "That... that kind of thing doesn't... doesn't happen every day... here..." "We all wanted it." Abigail said. I looked at her. "That's not what I mean." "It was a really good thing for me, Daptin." Bonnie said. "I mean, I've had these feelings... lesbian feelings... for such a long time... it felt so good to just finally DO IT. You know what I mean? Like I was all bottled up inside for so long, repressed by society's norms... and it's just such a... a FREEING feeling to have finally done it." I shook my head. "Look... look, uh, Bonnie, okay... I mean it's great that you're getting to express your sexuality and stuff, but what I meant was..." "Daptin," Bonnie said, "I'm sorry, but it's not about YOU, it's about ME. And... I'm not saying that I don't want to see you anymore... it's just that to be true to myself I think that I have to explore this side of myself. And that means being with women like last night... but by myself... I need to do it without the justifying factors." I nodded, expressing frustrated confusion. "Do you remember when we met, Bonnie?" "Of course." "Well I do too. Only thing is, I wasn't there. It happened before I came here. In fact, it didn't really happen at all. When I entered this world, I created a situation for myself, I cast out a situational net, and you were caught in that net and became part of the past that I didn't have. So maybe if I leave the same thing will happen in reverse... all the situations I was involved in will be amputated and sutured. Suddenly you being here without me will make sense. A whole new past will be created to service the present situation. You'll have met Abigail somehow, come up here and made love to her by yourself. No Daptin, no justifying factors, whatever." "That's the thing with guys," Abigail said, "they get so emotional and flip out with a threesome. They want it so bad, but when they see their girl likes it, they think she's cheating, that she's betraying him. Like he's not doing the same thing, but that's okay, he's a guy, he can never stop lusting after every halfway decent-looking chick in the world." I shook my head again. "You're not even addressing the stuff I'm saying, neither of you. I'm saying, in no uncertain terms, that I am a godlike being from another world, slumming in this one as a little vacation from the stresses of having to save the fucking universe every five minutes! I mean, come on! Tell me that I'm a fucking nut! Address what I'm saying!" Bonnie closed her eyes. "Daptin, what you're saying is a sign of great mental strain. There's no shame in having a nervous breakdown, lots of people have them." I pointed at her. "See? That's what I mean, thank you. I know that what I'm saying sounds absolutely wrong, totally insane. And the ironic part is that as soon as I prove it to be true, you'll forget that I ever existed." "I would never do that." Bonnie said. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----