“Why do you keep mocking me, Aloha?”
“Because I’m *you*. If you don’t straighten up.”
“Why should I?”
“You’ll keep — flipping back and forth, not understanding between one and the other. You won’t understand why you hate blacks in one life and whites in the next. I’m 18 incarnations up. We don’t actually live on Earth any longer. Instead: Virtual Reality. We’ve learned to transport from one to the other. A deadly virus finally did us in. The ones that could — they came here. In the future that is.”
Charlie Banana took another drag off his cigarette, blew smoke rings in the air. Then: “I’m suppose to believe this, huh?”
“It *will* happen. If we don’t straighten up *now*.”
“Hmph.” Charlie is tempted to peel another banana but resists the urge. He senses — fruits get in the way.