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Baker rezzes at home base once more, and pauses to take a look around. The Falmouth Gallery looms impressively from this angle.

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Carrcassonnee’s fire is on. She’s in. But Baker resists going inside quite yet.

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He keeps just turning around in his tracks. Lockfry’s old trailer. Wonder if he’ll ever return to Collagesity? Not John Lockfry 02, but the red guy, the one that was buds with Karoz at one time over in Crabwoo on the Maebaleia continent. Or so they said.

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And then in the fourth and final direction comes Baker’s Home Orange, an old and now new center. Baker Bloch’s father Space Ghost has returned and is planted inside, I believe. Space Ghost wants to become one with his son, and I think that can happen now.

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He keeps poking around Collagesity, visiting the never finished town museum with its lone hanging collage: the theoretical start of the Bogota series. Never really focused in, just like this picture never seems to focus in for Baker. Defective texture? Must be.

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Baker glances west to the Tower of TILE, technically kind of part of Collagesity as well. He again ponders rezzing (another?) Gloomy Gus structure there.

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He zooms in on the forest and its many trees, exactly 199 in number. Or is that 200 now with Unch? Is Unch real?

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Has he neglected the mysteries of the forest? Is there a whole parallel universe not taken where many advances have come in that direction?

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As he just scans around the forest in zoom mode, he sees, well he sees what appears to be himself sitting in a lawn chair on the parcel with the Tower of TILE.

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But then the birdie winks out. It’s Wilson. Phew! Tit for tat, I suppose.

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Baker forgets about Wilson for a moment as he decides to head over to Jorondip and BoB in general just to check that whole scene out as well tonight. He eventually lands in Gormthoog, staring at the giant green faune statue over purchasable land. Could this possibly be his new home? A new Collagesity location? Couldn’t be, could it?

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Then it was back to the actual Collagesity next to the Rubi Woods. Wilson was still there sitting in his chair. Baker approaches…

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… to find a strange girl-boy. This must be Wheeler, he surmises. She/he spoke.

“I’m looking for a facelight tonight… heading back over to BoB. Wanna come? Well, you actually have no choice. Let’s go!”

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Later on, Baker gains a facelight but loses a hat. He has become the bald headed seal for real.

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Mirror World

“Where is he? He said he’d be here at home base waiting for me.”

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But Wilson had moved up the hill to beside the Power Tower, perhaps looking over the visitor list for Collagesity, accessible via the gallery kiosk located on the Norum building wall across the lawn. Baker checked his inworld map and saw this. Up the stairs connecting eastern and western side of towns he went. And now connecting the two halves of his inworld self, one with bird and the other without.

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There the poor bastard is, Baker thinks. Asleep at the helm.

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He clears his throat. Wilson rouses and turns.

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The first thing he thinks is, Where’s the bird? Baker was silouetted against the dark edge of Big E at the time, so maybe that was the explanation.

But when Wilson waved for them to sit down at the nearby table, the bird was clearly not there.

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He told this fact to Baker Bloch. Baker looked at his shoulder to see Birdie the blackbird staring right back at him. “Well he’s here,” he said calmly.

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“Um, no he’s not.” Wilson focused in closer to Baker, and the creature popped into existence. “Oh yeah, I see it now. I just had to zoom in.”

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“And now when I zoom back out, it stays. I guess it decided to stick around now.”

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They each then spend about a minute trying to take a picture of both of them taking a picture. They never could.

“Should we just go down and see Carrcassonnee while we’re both here?” Wilson suggested.

“After you,” Baker offered.

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“Wake up Baker,” Carrcassonnee says.

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“That’s Wilson,” Baker speaks back. “Notice that the bird isn’t on his shoulder.”

“Oh. I thought it was the other way ’round.”

“Well, it’s not, Carrcassonnee.”

“Please. Don’t be so formal once more. Call me Carr. Like a car with a horn and a beep. Beep beep! Carr. Is he ever going to wake up?”

“Hold on,” Baker says. “I can’t guarantee *I* won’t fall asleep now but I’ll get him up.”

“Great. I haven’t met Wilson yet. I’m hoping to make some meaning of him. George W. meaning.”

“I’m here,” Wilson then says, head raised. “Hello again Carrcassonnee.”

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“Oh Jeez I have to do this all over again?? Call me Carr, Wilson. And nice to meet you too. But it’s Carr, like the horn. Like a goat.”

“We just met yesterday, Carr. Baker warned me that you might be a little incoherent.

“How dare him!”

“But correct,” Wilson offers.

“Yeah,” Carrcassonnee admits. “So I guess you’re both here for sagely advice. First off, what do you think of yourselves? Here. Now. Why has one got a blackbird and the other doesn’t. Baker, do you want to start? Why do you think you don’t have the bird?”

“He *has* the bird,” Wilson says. “*I’m* birdless. But I’m compensated in other ways.”

“Like how?” Carrcassonnee queries.

“I can change into another.”

“Yes, I knew that. Wheeler isn’t it? The Wilson-Wheeler dichotomy? Who came first, what came second?”

“Kind of,” Wilson answers.

“But you are two-headed,” Carrcassonnee comes back.

“Yes.”

“Well you are the interesting one here and now, then,” she say (for Carrcassonnee is a woman). “*I* don’t have a bird either. We are both women, then. And our good friend Hucka Doobie recently revealed that he too is a woman underneath all that neutral bee covering. So it’s just Baker Bloch as the man here now. Baker Blinker, of course, is all woman too. Karl cannot manifest in her now. Can he? Baker Bloch, are you there?”

“I’m here,” Baker answers.

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“What’s going on with Baker Blinker?” Carrcassonnee asks.

“I’m not really all that clear about it. I know about The Mulholland Drives. But I think they may already be obsolete? Wilson might know more than me. Since he’s been rummaging around her stuff lately.” Wilson stares back at Baker. “Yeah, we know.”

“We do”, Carrcassonnee echoes.

“You were looking at your file,” Baker continues. “What’s in it? Did you put additional stuff in there? Or is it still intact as is… was?”

“I added [Wheeler],” Wilson confesses.

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Wilson

Baker Bloch reads up on what Baker Blinker knows about Wilson. Some material has been changed out.

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What the heck. He heads over to Carrcassonnee. He knows he can’t fool her. Can he?

—–

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Carr.:

Well well well. If it ain’t Wilson.

Wilson:

I knew I couldn’t fool you. This is not some ditzy 60s sitcom.

Carr.:

Isn’t it?

Wilson:

I guess it was the bird[ that gave me away]. I couldn’t transfer it.

Carr.:

I would know anyway. I know a lot. The times of day. The period of the season of the sun and moon in orbit and action. The physical nature of dust. The particles that you breath mid-morning before afternoon coffee. I heard you have a new friend. Bob?

Wilson:

I don’t know who he is [inside]. But he’s the one who deleted my — Baker Bloch’s cabin over in Jorondip. Apparently he is part of the group that owns the parcel. He left the safe, but I deleted it just a moment ago, along with the two eyes.

Carr.:

Tell me about those eyes.

Wilson:

Something is changing already. I’m here. But that’s John Lockfry and his wife. One eye male and the other eye female.

Carr.:

What is changing? Does Baker Blinker not want to manage the wrestling team?

Wilson:

I think it is branching out. She created a file on me. She thought it was a done deal. But then something changed.

Carr.:

And, come to think of it, you couldn’t delete Baker’s safe if you were Wilson, unless it was part… maybe you could.

Wilson:

Space Ghost, our father, has told Baker Bloch about Uncle Phil.

Carr.:

I know. It upset him a lot to know that Space Ghost wasn’t his biological father. But he should have thought through this better — a long time ago, actually. And now you are just like Uncle Phil all over. The evil twin. Archetype. I thought you were going to get a tattoo.

Wilson:

Well, I tried [facial] freckles but it didn’t quite work.

Carr.:

So you got rid of the bird. Well, it had to be one little thing separating you two. Like Chad had his Van Dyke beard.

Wilson:

I’ll have to talk to father about this. He’s confused.

Carr.:

He should be. I’m almost confused and I’m never confused.

Wilson:

It’s becoming where you need a road map.

—–

John Lockfry knew about Wilson before he knew about Wilson. Morning dust. Baker Blinker made the realization official by creating the Wilson file and stashing it away in her newly rezzed filing cabinet. The safe would not fit. What appeared to be Baker Bloch opened the file and added new material. Wilson was not a closed case. Baker thought she was the replacement for him, but as soon as this happened she might have become obsolete (once more). She should resign herself to be a manager.

What of World of Lemon? What of BoB? BoB, or Birthplace of Bogota, is taking strange twisty turns. There’s a story inside the story now. The Mulholland Drives may already be an obsolete name. INLAND EMPIRE could be next. IE. We jump up[ again].

quitobogota

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stardust_Memories

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Rabbit Head Revisited 02

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Rabbit Head Revisited 01

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Safer

John Lockfry 02 suddenly finds himself in a strange place: home.

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The door was missing, then, after a reboot, merely closed. He opens it to find that central cube again. Oh the magic of Second Life.

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Typecast

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Baker Blinker looks toward her old Gloomy Gus home from beside the fused eucalyptus trees of D8 and E8, wondering if it has once again become her place of residence now that Baker Bloch has refurbished his Home Orange just up the hill. Many things are going on for what Karoz lovingly terms Other Baker recently. There’s the whole tag team wrestling scenario she’s managing — how did *that* all come about? Well, it’s protection, again. John Lockfry 02, let’s say, needed help dealing with his wife. And it could be a way to draw in money for the Collagesity family of avatars if she can turn a profit after an initial investment. At any rate, she has a role, an odd one on the surface but a role, just as Karoz Blogger urged her to have in the town. She’s also decided to take up writing her own version of a World of Lemon history, part and parcel of the managerial role. She understands more now, beyond Baker Bloch and the manly sphere of things. Speaking of which, I recently found out about what’s called a Bloch Sphere used in explaining the strange entanglement at the core of quantum computers (qubits). Baker Bloch is not named for the sphere.

Baker Blinker decides to pretend Gloomy Gus is her home again, since this is all make believe anyhoot. She moves the bed of the (former?) bedroom into the living room to make space for this classic Arcadia Asylum computer desk, along with a filing cabinet. A safe wouldn’t fit, so she deleted it. She sits down and stares into the woods.

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Yes this will do nicely, she thinks. She begins to type.

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