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July 12, 2026 · 6:17 am

00500605 (Leptune)

“Okay, turn around! And tell me why you’re here. Under that red arrow pointing downward. Straight down to this room, to *you*!”

“Don’t shoot me!” he pleaded pathetically. “Don’t shoot me and I’ll tell you everything. Why I’m here. Why *you’re* here.”

“I wasn’t going to shoot you, dawg,” says Frank Lynn back to the green clad man. A clown? he guessed from his position.

“Oh. You must not be *him*, then.”

“Him *who*?”

—–

“I would have *definitely* shot this clown in the back, not even telling him to turn around,” declares Philip Strevor in a parallel universe. “My loss,” he says in retrospect, from his position in the Realm of Death. All Knowing now; a little too late.

Because this Leptune colored like an ear of corn and then some truly had answers. He could get Frank Lynn unstuck, unglued. And Philip too. If he had the sense to do so.

Back to the current universe…

—–

“You just follow the shadow of the arrow now to find another (red) arrow, pointing upward,” he said behind him, just out of camera shot. “Then you’ll see where to go.”

“Thanks dawg!” TBC

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March 13, 2026 · 2:34 pm

00490605 (saving D(ouglas) Fair(banks))

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November 28, 2025 · 2:03 pm

00480605

Passing by this root system the other night I could have swore it spelled out “Howdy Stranger”. In fact, I *know* it did. But when I tried to recreate the spelling: nothing really that close. How could this be? Was it just some kind of sleepy time hallucination? Or was it someone… something communicating with me inside the game again, like had happened before with other ones. *Swore* it said, “Howdy Stranger”; even stopped the video at that point, thinking I’d come back to it to take a snapshot the next day and it would obviously — *obviously* — still be there. But, no.

Through the character of Albertville Mercury Spaghettiboro, now on Jemison in the Alpha Centari system in the metaverse of Starfield, I planned to talk about this “illusion” with on again off again girlfriend Gemilly Niceniece, a toolmaker from Kuum. I enter the underground section of New Atlanta called Brown Well either because of the color or the frequent brown outs it experiences — 50/50 split opinion on which it really is, or 48/52 as I better recall, although I don’t know which side has the slight advantage if that’s the case.

I spot her at the corner of Charlie and Hustle and throw her a, “You coming?”, which she replied, “In a minute, waiting on a part.” “Okay,” I said and thought about blowing her a kiss but then decided better as I headed over to Kay’s to save us a table.

Should be *any* moment, hmm. Food getting cold now, though. Better start without her, hmph. The revelation might have to wait until another day.

“*There* you are. Sorry I started without you. Did you (nom nom nom) get the part you needed?” She nodded… and then got up to leave. She just wanted to come over to say goodbye.

That part turned out to be an act. As in another play. TBC

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August 17, 2025 · 3:40 pm

00470605 (Central Park/ Stuck like Fly)

Dark Peak. The Power.

Blue Boy knows.

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May 14, 2025 · 4:19 pm

00460605

The next night was even more awkward.

“Monster?” she said plainly and simply to him, not messing around with any *human* names, pheh. “I-I’ve got to leave. I’ve got to go home.”

“Hooome?” he uttered.

“Yes. Home. Like *this* is your home. I have a home too.”

He looked out at the sea surrounding the sim, Pogo here. At Patty’s Last Chance Saloon still but around back instead of up front where the dance machine is; she’d had enough of front. She’d been preparing for this moment all day.

He starts blubbering, blubbering like a little baby. Double awkward. Wheeler wasn’t expecting this — atall — so she had no hanky to offer, no tissue paper to pull out from, say, a pocketbook. If she carried around one. All she can do is rub and pat him on the shoulder.

After he gets it out of his system, the loneliness, the long road ahead into the meat of his artificial life — without Wheeler it seems — she shows him where they can still communicate with each other. “Follow me,” she said, taking his hand and leading him away from the saloon into the next sim west. Yore.

(to be continued)

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February 1, 2025 · 2:20 pm

00450605

“Ummm,” goes Philip.

“Errr,” goes Lexi. Rattled Philip moves on. Lexi decides to stay. She had a purpose now.

—–

Philip’s bike then gets destroyed in an unfortunate rail accident (see background below) so he decided to pause before getting another one and instead sell some fish from a street vendor kiosk for while. Just for fun. First customer: himself, who wandered over from the Red District, eager for a talk.

“You’re not green any more,” he began. “Last time we spoke… you were green.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, *me*.” He held up a freshly battered halibut he’d been bashing with a hammer. “Fish?”

“Fishy indeed,” The Other replied. “I want to see *you* eat it. I want to see if it will instead fall out of your mouth. Because of, I don’t know, lack of internal organs?”

Philip places a quick call to Lexi. “Hi. A little help over here? I’ll send you the coordinates.”

“I-I’m busy too right now, Philip. I found something. Golden. Auto.” She also stares over at herself.

“Well hurry up (!).”

Herself rolls down the window, starts hurling similarly based accusations as Philip’s double. “I heard, *me*, that you can’t even play the trumpet. No breath.” She held out a golden instrument from the car she’d been forging with a hammer. “Music?”

She also was a bit different in appearance from her other self, no tattoos in this case. Wi-erd. What could all this mean? both think separately and then together as they rendezvous at the Fuu Kee Chinese Restaurant, doubles tagging right along. As they do.

(to be continued)

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November 13, 2024 · 9:39 am

00440605

She looks over at the sign that she couldn’t possibly see from this angle except for the new green eyes. Thanks Lexi! They’ll come in handy for sure in this realm.

Later she plays pool with boyfriend Edward D. in her new skybox and beats the snot out of him, using mainly trick shots ta boot. You can tell from his expression below that he’s not a happy camper here. She learned a lot from her inner core, her true self. All this was just a facade, including the eyes.

Her 3rd turn in from the break, she surveyed the table and predicted a win, making Edward’s grimace even wider. He knew she didn’t declare these kind of things lightly: she’d win. She promptly sank the 3, 7, 1 and then 8 to accomplish this. “‘Nother one?” she asked about a follow up game of 8 ball while staring at an Arasaka sign this time in a normal, full on way, the same sign she attached to the back of the No Tell Hotel earlier on, “apple tree” to the side of the name just like when Fern found it right before her blackout.

“Nah, think I’ve about had it for tonight,” he said, getting ready to go back in the closet until the next time, the next game, the next location.

“Send my husband in, then.” And so Arthur was there instead.

They sit outside and watch the pink sun come up to start a brand new cyberpunk day. “Fancy a game?” she asked, knowing Edward wouldn’t mind. She’d follow 8 ball with cutthroat later on, inviting him back in to make up for the sudden exit.

(to be continued?)

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August 2, 2024 · 10:44 pm

00430605 (Atten-hut!)

The 4 horsemen are logically reduced to two and brought into closer proximity with the main body that leads or steers. Let’s call this one “Big Ear 02”. What’s he hearing through the fusion?

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April 28, 2024 · 3:49 pm

00420605 (immobile (paying the price))

Day 042:

I manifested on an island in the void I couldn’t move away from — no bridges — so I took a picture before the dream ended. Crystal (at the peninsula’s tip). Have to look that up.


Yes, there it is. I’ll just place a little (red) pin on that island to remember…

—–

“Remember what?” Wheeler tested later, looking at the pin with him.

“I… forget!”

“Gray Man, hmph,” exclaimed Wheeler to this. “Wiped you out again. You’ll have to start over.” She looked at him instead of the map to emphasize her point. “Stick to The Natural World as much as possible, Newt. He doesn’t go there. You won’t be as, um, *abstracted* there.”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

“Now sit back down here and let’s begin Day 043 while I watch and advise.”

“Alright.” He sits back down like a good boy.

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January 21, 2024 · 7:39 am

Valentine Too

“Hold on to your heads, ladies and gentlemen. Here we go!” SCREEEECH.

—–

Well. It *kind of* worked.

—–

“We’re Saints fans,” introduced Dennis Martennis for his gang to hotel receptionist Donald Arm. “Badly in need of a couple of rooms after a long day’s journey.”

“Tourists, eh?” said Donald, noting the helmet. “Well, we get you types in here occasionally.” He glanced out the window at the “parked” streetcar. “Wrong town I gather.”

“Yup.”

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