“Never mind the tip jar thing, it’s just like the diamond over in Heartsdale. It’s a brain all right, just like it was a diamond over there. A 10, or at least a 9.5. Plucked from the sliced head of David A.B. himself, Mr. *Normal* again now.”
She stood back, proud of her offering. Karat (or Carat), the owner of the sim, decided to tell a related story.
“There was another man named Normal. Had the role of a lifetime. Colonel something or ‘nother — doesn’t matter. He thought it was about himself but it was actually about the role. He left the role, left the show. It was similar to having his brain plucked out of his head in that it was the dumbest thing he could ever do. The role made the man and the man made the role. Never forget that lesson. I’m sure David A.B. *Normal* will never forget. But — thank you for the gift again. We will confer, Braynard and I, about the reward.” Karat (or Carat) didn’t tell traitor Yoko Ona that she and Brayard were actually one, with their 2 sims overlapping. She decided not to remove the mask.
(to be continued?)
Sunklands 