Hold on, me from long ago on her first date with an actual real boy. We are still united by the mango. In Mago. Make that Mango as well, he he. Sisters, and more.
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00520216 (Orient)
“And so I think this is where we should end, hubby of mine.” Hubby, I think. I am! At least in this moment.
“You will always be Number One,” I said, surprising her. “All this is just an experiment. Like Prince; Prince liked to experiment. We are true creators, explorers. Like Star Wars, um, Star Trek. Just to see how far one can go, what’s out there and so on.”
White… blank. I was losing her.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0216, Dickey Trace, Jeogeot, Omega, Rea, Rodentia 02
00520215 (hole)
Okay he’s here in Rodentia 02, um, too. Cool I guess!
“The white is here for your protection,” he might say as an introductory statement of fact. Is that all Mr. Prince, Mr. Symbol Man?
No.
—–
“I must have this (!),” he almost cried from his position on the couch just later. Like a Dove.
So I checked the Marketplace and got back to him. “That’ll be 600 lindens for the statue Mr. Prince, Mr. 1999 Party Man. And that’s without the water vortex base, which will be an additional 100 lindens. So that’s 700 lindens total for the whole thing of course, which will equal out to a little over 2 of our US of A dollars.”
“No. Not *that*. The *other* thing. 319. *319*.”
“319 lindens?” I tried. “Dollars?” I tried again as he shook his head.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out something. I feared a banana but it turned out to be a donut. 319 indeed.
“You give me this and I’ll give you the key to your story, your current photo-novel,” he said. “We are alike, you and me,” and then he bit into the thing to emphasize his point. I didn’t want to hear him eat any more so I logged him out which of course also logged me out. Night night? (tbc?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0215, Dickey Trace, Jeogeot, Omega, Rea, Rodentia 02
00520214
“Why did you give up decorating your Red Room in the basement, Wheeler, my oft times wife, oft times girlfriend or girlfriend to be… or wife to be? Now it’s just all white. More than white — blank! Not even any furniture down there to plop our asses down on any longer. All that stuff is up here now.”
“The painting of King Charles is back where it’s suppose to be: over at Salty’s. It was really never here in the first place in the eternal time to be. Additional questions?” she queried.
“Um. Is, er, Arthur still over there? Washing dishes?”
“Arthur ‘Orient’ Morgan has finished his sentence with me.” She paused, leaving Newt dangling.
After waiting for the more which never came, Newt spat out: “Spiff. The one he replaced. How about *him*?”
“It’s a her,” Wheeler answers, “but she’s gone too.” More silence.
“Soo, he got his painting? Of Charles? The one that *was* down there — in the basement. The one he had to work 2 weeks washing dishes for.”
“It was 2 years, but, yes, we had a trade. I got my picture back and he got his picture back. You could say it’s a kind of divorce… between me and him. North against South. Like a Civil War except more like a Civil Suit. Let’s say we’re still trying to establish the proper boundaries between us. Like: where is the waist to all this?”
“Waste?” Newt questions back, not understanding the word. Wheeler says nothing to this. Newt composes himself again after another non-answer. “Okay–”
“The picture might as well have been of Michelangelo,” Wheeler suddenly speaks, interrupting Newt’s return. Newt noticed she said *of* instead of *by* here. What does that mean?
—–
“I think it’s time we discussed how you got here. The Omega that became the Alpha.”
“Alright,” answers Wheeler simply. “You start.”
—–
They were still at it at half past 4, determined to see this through. “… determined to see this through,” Wheeler sleepily uttered 5 minutes later. They were done.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0214, Jeogeot, Kummiho, Planet Q, Rea, Rodentia 02, Twin Peaks
00520213 (primary colors)
I stared at the blue screen at the center of it all, knowing what came before, what came after. The Game.
The Creator.
“Are you he?” I again confront Zebra also at the center, forwards facing white still in front here and backwards facing black still in back yacking on his phone. I had a right to know, not be left behind.
Lips still zipped? Maybe he told me what was going on without speaking. To be continued?
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0052, 0213, C2077, Heyworth, Indigo Parallel, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, Newtonia, NVFS
00520211 (Rubi > Baederwood (appearing out of nowhere))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0211, Baederwood, Google Street View, Heterocera, Jeogeot, Pennsylvania, Rodentia 02, Rubi
00520210
“Huh. 1st you’re at Dandelion’s over in Vista Del Rey and then downstairs here at the Port Cafe just a minute ago (35:45) and now here (41:15). What gives?”
“Get away from me. *Right*…*now*.”
Center between his two Port Cafe manifestations (38:30), highlighting Key Woman.
Actual center of 1:16:36 video (38:18) featuring the same gal. “Get away from me you creep,” she says similarly to, um, White Dude just a little later on. White Zebra?
And we’ve seen that other guy before too directly staring at the camera, associated with a center from yet another video. Huh indeed.
We called him Madison then. Madison Perez. Is this correct? Potential future mayor of Night City?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0210, C2077, City Center, Heyworth
00520209
“Okama Majo won’t succumb to temptation like I did, Caucasian Tommy Brade — TOM. *I’ll* make sure of that.” He was needlessly applying suntan lotion to his upper middle aged body with its monstrous, perpetually pipe penetrated head always smoking Blue Pennant instead of inferior Red Dragon. Call it another perk of the afterlife, like the inability of his skin to burn (old habits die hard). He never ran out of the superior tobacco brand now; no more long trips up to the hillbilly and fairy infested counties of lower west central West Virginie for a replenishing of his otherwise rare stock. It was never a pleasant stay.
“Bees,” C.T. Brade said back, also known as Tommy One Shoe. He wasn’t looking at his football throwing hand like during his first visit to Zebrasil in the middle of the Korean Channel in the center of the Jeogeot continent of the world of Our Second Lyfe those many years ago but down at his knees. A little below actually, peering over and between them at his one remaining foot, now shoeless and on fire. Mr. Babyface stopped needlessly rubbing for a minute and stared with him, understanding the meaning. His big face made an expression like he was his puffing on inferior again instead of superior, time back on.
“You think you have those 2 forest girls exactly where you want them,” he said after imagining the return of the burning, the Red.
“*POP*,” TOM sounds. “*POP POP*. *POP*.”
Yeah they can’t kill you I know, Babyface thinks to himself, not daring to speak more because of Tom’s naked/barefooted threat. But we have other weapons they can use. We’ll keep planting them around, like trees. You’ll see.
He had had enough of seeing red and turned away.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0209, Baederwood, Jeogeot, Rodentia 02, Xilted
00520208
2 boats. 2 ships in essence. Aliens. Now to the shack.
“Clean. Someone wanted this… to be found.”
—–
“There! Behind the server we just moved. A gun!”
“Well pick it up sister of mine. We need it! Tom is just outside. The one server won’t stop him. No time!”
—–
*POP*. *POP POP*… *POP*.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0208, Baederwood, Forest, Jeogeot, Rodentia 02, VOTV