|| -------- -- -----  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 18--"KEYS AGAIN" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  A Road Map of Arctica  ||  -------> (Cup SRrm018, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Shit. I looked at the keys in the ignition, and I grabbed them and shoved them into my pocket. Keys. Keys that held the fate of Earth, the United States of America, Europe, Asia, and all the rest. These keys could destroy Earth as these billions of souls knew it. If someone got these keys and got in and started making more Warhomes... Then I looked down at the buttons on my shirt and cursed. These buttons were also matter handlers! One of these BUTTONS could fuck everything up! Dammit! I felt like I just fucked the Earth and left behind the Severe Repair virus of superlife. This Warhome in this place... these goddamn buttons in this place... Oh, Abigail and Bonnie started walking toward the Warhome. I sat in the driver's seat and started fiddling with the controls, wondering if there was any way to get off of this Earth, or even to destroy the Warhome. Well, there was always the direct matter-to-energy conversion protocol. It made the entire Warhome an atomic bomb so powerful that the entire Eastern Seaboard would be instantly vaporized if it went off, so that wasn't a very good option. I cycled through a bunch of Warhome info screens, but there was nothing I needed, and the girls were near now, so I just stepped outside and greeted them. "Hi." I said. The girls just let their jaws drop and were speechless. I smiled. "Surprised to see me?" The girls remained speechless. I wondered if I looked very different. I FELT different. I knew that I was invulnerable and superstrong again. I was Daptin Gone of Severe Repair again. After the girls shared many confused glances, Bonnie finally spoke. "Daptin. What are you doing up there? What..." I held up my hand. "Come on up and I'll explain everything." "I don't know..." Bonnie said. "No, it's okay." Abigail said, and I raised an eyebrow at the statement. As they were climbing up the ladder to the balcony outside the cockpit, I asked "How do you know it's okay, Abigail?" She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. "What, it's not?" "No I'm not saying that. Just wondering again if you know more about all this stuff than you're telling." "All this stuff?" Abigail said as she finished climbing and stood next to me. It's weird, she seemed shorter than before. Was I shorter in my normal form than in my true form? Hmm, interesting question. "You know... all this supernatural stuff... 'Severe Repair' as you called it." She shook her head, as Bonnie joined us. "I'm... I'm totally at a loss right now." Abigail said. Bonnie was looking me over. "You're different, Daptin." "Yes, I am." Bonnie looked the Warhome over. "What is this?" she said, emphasizing every word. "This... is a Warhome. You could call it the ultimate mobile home." I narrowed my eyes and continued. "I'm going to show it to you, but don't get too attached. This Warhome does not belong on this Earth. It could destroy all the societies on this planet in a few weeks." "How?" Bonnie asked. "Don't worry about it. Just take my word. Now come on." -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----