“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
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
“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
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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uqg0HVr7Q-A&list=PLHzy4id4jfCqTLvHkBLbvHzO_6ssdvoMg&index=3&t=204s
“Hucka! Why didn’t you tell us you were a star back in the day??”
“Hucka?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0412, Frank's Moving Castle, HANA LEI, Jeogeot, Mythopolis, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
“Status report, Wheeler,” says team captain Baker Bloch. “Where is the cat now?”
“Well,” says Wheeler to his left, breaking away from staring at herself in a black mirror long enough to glance behind him at the screen. “Looks like she’s here.” Then back to the mirror.
Baker doesn’t need to turn and look behind. His eyes are Wheeler’s and visa versa. Same with Newt on the other side of Baker here. The great triumvirate of Self, kind of like Me, Myself and I.
Grassy Noll sitting opposite them in the scene remains a hot red square of anger. What about me me ME? he fumes.
And where is (blog guru) Hucka Doobie in all this, sort of the original AI? Me too? Obviously, I answer myself. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0409, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Planet Q
“Why are you both Frank and Daisy and Newt and Wheeler?”
“I am all males and all females at once. This is the only game I checked that you can do that.”
“Do what?”
“Log in 2 players at once. It allows me to much more easily role play for the blog and attached photo-novels. I do not have and do not need an outside partner in order for it all to work. I have no helper, and never did in the game of Our Second Lyfe. My only aids are the world around me as a whole. I can (also) use characters from Grand Theft Auto, Cyberpunk 2077, Witcher, and Red Dead Redemption and they need know nothing about it. They are just empty associates, devoid of soul except what I create for them. I am actually the only one here. My own little kingdom.”
“As the castle you both inhabit, the two sides of you as Frank and Daisy who are also Newt and Wheeler as you’ve reassured me, I only keep my eyes peeled outward instead of inward per your fiction.”
“Good. This castle is complicated. It houses other beings. Father Fecked is still in the downstairs bedroom I fixed up. Philip keeps popping in and out, mainly to play his High Speed pinball. Sometimes I am down there playing the piano just across from him. Daisy (Moments) piano — wasn’t planned that way, though. On it, I play songs about her. Fitting. Chromagraphs.”
“Chromagraphs?” It was a new subject — could he or she handle it? Of course!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0408, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
“They’re going to kill us all. If we don’t shape up.”
“Aliens?” I said, understanding the nature of the silver robot in the window.
“AI!” TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0216, California, Google Street View
https://gta.fandom.com/wiki/Mirror_Park
Mirror Park, like the rest of East Vinewood, is home to post-ironic hipsters driving Issis and drinking Bean Machine coffee. The area is based on Echo Park and Silver Lake in Los Angeles, known for having a high concentration of hipsters in residence.
“As you can see from the map, the railroad passes directly beneath Mirror Lake which is the equivalent of Silver Lake according to the gta fandom wiki. But where it passes under may not be exactly the center of the video in question — a little more toward its beginning as I’m eyeing it right now. Soo. We need to go back. Where exactly is this silver band passed back to its creator?”
A little later:
“Okama, how are you on drinking coffee? Do you like the beans? Can you handle sitting in a coffee shop all day observing what goes on outside the windows?”
Okama had found his element. “Sign me up!” he responded as fast as humanly possible. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0215, California, GTA
“I think I’ve entered the punk phase of my photo-novels, er, Wheeler,” I only half joke, also thinking of “Tamala 2010: A Punk Cat in Space”. “Shorter posts, shorter sections. No more long sprawling concept stuff. I’m condensing. Saying what’s real — getting to the real part.”
“Sure,” she said, now wearing a punk outfit herself to match my mood. She spat on the floor beside her, wiped her mouth. No, not *that* punk, I think. Not the violence and anger, just the condensing. Like alchemy.
“Alchemy?” she questioned after I summarized this to her. She dutifully started wiping the floor with one of her kleenexes. That she didn’t have since there were no pockets in her outfit. Maybe later. But still: the wiping. At least for this post. Going on too long…
——
The next thing I found myself telling her was about the dam. Old Catawba River, I explained. The boat… made it and didn’t make it at once. Floating down the perpetual river now in one reality. Mythos.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0205, Mythopolis, Planet Q
