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SP / CARDS / THE MIRROR

A whole helluva lot of manyalot

The Mirror

"I am sorry to disturb you . . ."

"I . . . mm . . ."

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"But the cafeteria awaits. Many treats! Much . . . deliciousness."

And so . . . we cannot be sued.

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Delish . . .

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"Mm . . . I . . ."

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. with glowing eyes, the delish . . . female alien, robed in the shimmering-not-shimmering white of the Prophet's inner ring of the brightest stars on the spiritual path, floats and glides towards the tourist:

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It will take some time, these quarters being timeless.

Also: spaceless.

Very much: huge . . . . . . . . . . . . # # # . . . though seemingly the size of a five-star suite, and thusly furnished, alienwise, [ + ] some bits from the visitor's life.

[ VISIBLE ] : [ OTHERWISE ]

Have been, will be.

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Where have I been . . .

Where have I been . . .

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I do not see myself . . .

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. . . yet I do . . . in this mirror of code:

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And I am [ HERE ] [ . ]

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Here.

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More, the mind.

Trying to turn . . .

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". . . dimensional hotel. Your hotel."

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". . . enjoyable, too. I trust."

Enjoy . . .

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. a whisper . . . breath . . .

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". . . intense experience. Enjoyable, too. I trust."

Enjoy . . . enjoy . . .

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. and turning, floating before me, comfortably close, yet still on her way, gliding towards me, somehow, away . . . # . . . . . . . . . . . . # # # . . . . . . away . . . . . . . . . . . . # # # . . . . . . do I see . . . . . . # . . . the eyes, blue-white, of attainment. Uncontainable ! # . . . . . . almost, by the shell. Now she becomes it. And settling down, in the shell:

[ EYES ] : [ BLUE ]

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Like someone I knew . . .

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"Specials today include fish and gruel-extruded chips. More appetising than it sounds!"

Experience what it is to eat one's own brain . . .

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"But . . . mm . . . according to the 'rules', the mirror can't be entered. Our species is far too small. Even our planet. Thanks!"

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"In its chute-port capacity, true, and it wasn't. Your transport wasn't tubed through the subtle pasta network, rather fuelled by the silver of condensed warp exhaust, [ + ] the higher polyhedra. Your choice of attire, too, it should be said. Not the slippers, jeans, as pleasingly fitted as they are . . . but a T-shirt of shimmering-not-shimmering inspiration.

"You have communed with the Ancients in the bar. Taken of fish, chips, gruel-extruded [ AND ] [ AND ] otherwise. Though studying your composition . . . . . . [ AND ] [ + ] away . . . # # # # # # . . . . . . away . . . . . . I'd recommend Special 3: three . . . . . . the Para'meeshian Platter.

"Go clockwise, to the log, in position four, with herbal sauce. It will only appear to you. A reward, for your adventure. Soon, you will be here. You won't respond [ AND ] [ + ] etc. I would advise taking the cubes now, in the bowl, by your bed : # # # : : : : : : [ SLASH ] [ SLASH ] log, platter, otherwise."

A whisper . . . breath . . .

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. the ship is [ HU###GE ] [ ! ] We'll be late, surely. There was a schedule, I believe, fully [ BACK ] in the body. Time is fluid for you, I understand. But still . . .

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$ insert ~midpoint pointer, if you'd be so kind. a mirror before, a mirror after (kinda).

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. is the thought that I had, will have had, [ AND ] etc.

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"It is small ! # # # # # # . . . compared to the mothership. And of course, this is all an illusion – this time, this space – a concession to physicality. This ship. This us. For in truth, we are Light. Truly, Love."

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". . . take the mirror . . ." says the being.

Whisper . . . breath . . . less, the mind . . .

". . . cover your eyes . . . with your device . . ."

Less, the mind . . . mind . . .

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"I request you not share this information, for now. Your species isn't ready. The prisms, you understand. The antiprisms."

"Yes, of course . . . certainly . . ."

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Sooo . . . did that mean that I was kinda ready, wow . . .

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"We will be linked btw. If that's okay? You will : be changed : # # # # # # # # # # # # . . . . . . For your [ TIME ] : : : : : : # # # : : : [ ON ] this ship."

"Sounds delish . . . yes, certainly . . . : ) ) ) If you'll pardon . . ."

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"It can be : ) Delish . . . . . . But it can also be . . . . . . . . . . . . # . . . not so delish."

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Since I knew that my mind would be [ WIPED ] : : : : : : : : : : : : # . . . of anything best kept hidden, for now. [ HIDDEN ] : [ TODAY ] [ . ] Couldn't complain:

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I'd signed it. Stared. Eye. Brain.

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Today:

"Welcome to the spaceship!"

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Crystalline theatre. Shimmering stuff.

Shimmering : [ NOT ] [ . ]

Appearance by who . . .

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. . . on devices we'd been lent. They'd powered them on, for us, somehow . . .

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That, too, would be wiped.

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By Para'meesh, they'd done their research!

Since this place was like home, pretty much, in a way.

"You work with chips, I understand. The vX:ten?"

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. some sort of . . . bible? in the drawer, poetic foreword by [ JEFF ] [ X ] [ : ]

A WHOLE HELLUVA LOT OF MANYALOT

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And the mirror . . . mirror . . .

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"Welcome to the spaceship!"

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Our experiences – such that remained – would be shared on technology-focused . . . websites, I believe they are called? Along with many others. Food. Apologies! I have only been studying your language for three seconds.

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"Settle in," the alien smiles. Beautiful . . . "Shall we meet in . . . ten units of spacetime? The cafeteria." . . . with lemon cream cheese frosting, if you'd be so kind . . . ". . . a liquid ceremony, a—"

"Light sheet tour." Four . . . "A whole helluva lot of manyalot. You are a premium liquid-ceremonialist. The inner ring."

"As are you . . . And so much more."

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At the door: "Prophet?"

How fragile this all is! Love it!

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