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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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[LICK] [LICK] [LICK]

[YUM]

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 is it punched, now… in the code…

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Perhaps…

Maybe.

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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…

Delish…

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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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Who…

[TODAY]

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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…

Who…

Delish…

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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."

Light.

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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…"

[LICK] [AND] [LICK]

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

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Not that it mattered. Oh?

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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.

Who…

Today:

"Welcome to the spaceship!"

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Crystalline theatre. Shimmering stuff.

Shimmering : [NOT] [.]

Appearance by who…

Who…

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Three…

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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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Introductory screen…

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Something…

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That, too, would be wiped.

Four…

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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?"

Four…

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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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