“I can’t just kill her off now. I promised we were a team moving forward (!).”
“No blue, no blue,” she proffered from the side. Andie? Wheeler? I didn’t know. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Any more.
The machine moves forward without a head.
Category Archives: **VIRTUAL OT
00510114 (cats and mouse)
Part 02…
It was a tight squeeze but she made it, newly placed crown just fitting under ceiling. Top of the kitty tower, Queen of the Basement. She surveys her queendom and deems it needs cleaning up. Pretty badly. She’s lost control of her 15 year old girl and 4 year old boy, her subjects. Better return to the Room and draw out a plan.
But she looked and looked but couldn’t find her way back. Just walls. She forgot that she was already in the Room. And always had been.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0114, Nautilus, Perch-Mistletoe, Planet Q, Upper Austra
00510104
“In olden days it was known as Zambolis. Well. That wasn’t *exactly* true. It was Orient (as opposed to Occident) on a planet, a (defined) sphere, that kind of paralleled the world of Our Second Lyfe, correct.” We’d already established, long long ago, that this planet was called Mythos and was based upon my home county near but not in the NC Mtns. Close enough?
—–
“I got tired of hearing about soulmates from Kammie. I mean, we’re great *friends*, we get along remarkably well — all told, ha.”
“The Venus issue,” I guess again as Andie the foreign green or blue mid-sectioned alien kept speaking and explaining her position — positions. I’d speculated long ago what we were — but it’s more obviously what I’d call counterparts in my limited understanding of the cosmic subject. Like in Alabama.
“What is this Venus energy?” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was prompting me for an answer or if she already knew the answer. Because this was a sticking point. “Where did it all start?” she followed up.
Here. In Blue Mountain. Better get back to it.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0104, Alabama, Blue Mountain, Google Street View, Haze County, Mythopolis, New Island, Omega, Utah
00510103 (return)
“He was on the other side of this glass window from me. I called out his name. Then I woke up. Then you asked me who Michael was.” He turned thoughtful, as if he knew and didn’t know at once. Just beyond the edge of consciousness.
—–
“Franklin! It’s me again. I’ve got to get through to you somehow. We met on the beach, remember?
“On the beach.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0103, Frank's Moving Castle, GTA, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500615
“Status report, Newt. How’s the state of Concrete? Solid still? Holding firm, etc.?”
“Cement Village is good, although the attached Concrete name has gone the way of sand, ha. With Boos — inserted behind it about a month ago as you might recall — it now forms 1/2 of Boos-gota, a portmanteau of the 2 inclusive series.”
“Like lukfast,” Hucka Doobie deadpanned from behind, still staring at Concrete on the screen and wondering if they’re ever going to move to slide 02. Been over 3 months now.
“Fine, fine,” answers Baker Bloch, leading the table meeting per usual. “As long as it’s still there. And what about Frank’s Moving Castle? Any news on that? Pardon me for being behind but I don’t get inworld much any more. Not like the old days when I was King and Blinks (female Baker) was Queen and Wheeler was just a secondary avatar not as much used.” He turns right. “Right Wheeler?”
“I am the new Queen,” she stated matter of factly. “‘Blinks? Who’s Blinks?’ the reader might ask here, not even knowing the name. Even dedicated ones, say, caught up with the last 10 — no, make that the last 40, ho. She’s just that far back in the past. Like Carrcassonnee. Remember Carrcassonnee, Baker? Baker Bloch was it? Because you’re getting that way too. Newt here, my sometimes boyfriend, oft times hubby, has assumed your old role. Will this change? Newt is the Whitehead in da Woods, the retired version of yourself as you configured it. No going back in my opinion. You will continue to get more obsolete and eventually fade back to the black you came from. Right Hucka Doobie?” she calls over the top of his black hatted head, almost blowing it off we might imagine, or at least displacing it a bit around his crown.
“That’s not fair, Wheeler,” she says, directly confronting the affront. “I’m human and not bee now. I’ve changed too. Baker *Bloch* over there lost his mask in, what was it, photo-novel 02? That’s about it for change for him.” Might as well have added a “Right Baker?” to complete the triangle of hate not love.
“But not like me,” Wheeler volleys back about the change. “Admit it.”
Hucka Doobie wasn’t going to admit nothing. And now she’s insulted Baker Bloch too, who glances back at her with a rather icy look with his two still dead eyes, no change there either.
“I’d like to hear about Frank’s Moving Castle,” says round, green Grassy Noll in his toy avatar voice across the table. Everyone had forgotten he was there, more fading. “If you’ve finished your ROW, that is!” His voice raised, he quickly turns a bright beet red from the top down to the surprise of all. Let’s end there.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0615, Bogota, Boos, Cement Village, Frank's Moving Castle, Goikyland
00500614
He’d finished the so-called Game of Life, retirement reached and final paycheck secured. But thanks to a state pension the Paydays keep coming in the game *after* Life, what we can call this Afterlife after the place Newt’s arcade here is located, already seen earlier in section 06.
Yes, we’ve returned to the subject of Omega, as in Our Second Lyfe continent this time. Here we have not as much a second life per se but just the second *half* of life, taking into account all the extra time one has, the overall quality of that increased time raised due to getting the right amount of exercise, sleep, so on. Right foods. Not wasting away in an ultimately dead job going nowhere. Going *somewhere* now. To death? Sure, but really having a lot of fun along the way. Exploring a true calling, my actual job all along, waiting for me at “the end”. So to me, the game called LIFE only has it half right. And also Second Life too, which is just a game nested in Real Life.
“Have a good 1st day of the rest of your life, sir,” spoke arcade attendant Charise, knowing what he just played.
“I sure will!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0614, C2077, New Island, Omega
00500613 (Omega sign)
Frank waited and waited. He heard sounds within. Someone was there (!). Being recreated as it turned out. Overt religious messages were fading from the truck as well as the mtn. behind. Everything was becoming alien oriented, JESUS, for example, being reconstructed as 6EQUJ5, “Love is Universal” turning into “Life is Universal”. Would he approve?
Again: no.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0613, collages 2d, Greenup, GTA
00500612
“Okay, there’s the sign with a red arrow pointing upwards again. Thanks Leptune, you sly green and yellow corn dawg! Weren’t clowning around with the sign shadow after all. But of course I can’t travel up from here — into the sky (or *can* he?). So I guess I’ll have to follow this other arrow pointing left.”
Then travelling down the indicated dirt road leading to a small trailer park, he remembered he’d been here before. A very very important side mission in the game called Grand Theft Auto, version 5. One that requires us to help build a spaceship… or so the description goes. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0612, GTA, Omega
