The concepts pop into my head out of nowhere, while I'm busy talking to Jon. The force behind them is jarring enough that they supplant everything else for a moment - not the best situation while navigating a crowded hallway. By the time I come to my senses, I'm l sitting on the floor with Jon sandwiched between me and the wall.
again some thoughts pop into my head out of nowhere and what's even worse: they don't feel like my own thoughts. Which is pretty silly actually, who else would be in my head but me?
And god dangit I've been spacing out again! Jon had upended his dicebag into his hand and was looking at a small heap of shards that might have been a vase or something before the collision with the wall. I was in the middle of a heartfelt apology when it happened again
Again. But this time the episode didn't stop. I had just enough time to process the newest message before the next one popped into my head . And for once the alien thoughts were pretty much in sync with my own.
Mumbling another apology to Jon, I fled to the nearest bathroom. (So I was bullied in grade-school and associate locked toilets with safety now. Meh, there are worse emotional scars.)
I had just enough time to lock the stall when the next episode came
>red speckled shards in Jons hand/Freedom/Entertainment> So now I was hallucinating that a god was talking to me....
Or it really was a god, go figure. It probably says a lot about me, that I just broke the tablet imprisoning some otherworldly being and the first thing shooting through my head is: 'Soooo... turns out magic DOES exist.' shortly followed by 'Or quantum-mechanics really DO work that way. Unexplainable science looking like magic and all that.' Personally I always have been more of a Sci-Fi guy.
Speaking of Sci-Fi shows: Here's to hope we didn't free some extra-dimensional horror intend on devouring the universe.
Some kind of Love-God didn't seem that bad. Well the Lantern Brigade would probably beg to differ......
Well a love-god offering to ensure there was love in my life as a way to repay a debt certainly didn't sound like bad news. But I wouldn't want some stranger having their head messed with, so they'd be totally devoted or something. That never ended well in the stories.
That felt....pretty good actually. At least the part about someone with personality having a lot more potential than a mindless love-slave. I was not entirely sure what the last part was supposed to be. Probably allowing yourself to be confined by ideas like 'Star Wars-fans can't date Trekkies' or stuff like that. Well bring it on! I always found crack-ships to be hilarious.
Well this was probably the definition of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity so I quickly nodded "I accept." when nothing happened I added "Sooo, what now?".
I chuckled. Sure, I could see how a bodiless entity might have problems understanding the physical aspect of human existence. But a self-proclaimed love-god who didn't understand Beauty? Come on, that was at least a little funny. It would explain the old saying about love being blind though.
Anyway what was I supposed to do about it. Carve my future lover from marble like that Greek fellow whatshisname? As if to answer the question there was an odd feeling of pressure between my ears , shortly followed by the stall door turning translucent revealing not the bathroom beyond but another cabin with a stocky girl inside.
For a split-second I was sure I recognized her, before the pressure behind my eyes spiked to an almost painful level. When the pressure subsided again a translucent rectangles started floating in the air around me, when writing appeared on them I couldn't help but laugh... that sure looked like a holographic interface.
'Taking a form you are comfortable with' indeed. I'd take a game-menu over Arts and Crafts any time to sculpt a character. Although these menus looked pretty expansive and I usually took me hours to finish a character in games with less customization.
So I wouldn't have to worry about time? That was a relief. And even if not. The entity did have a point about my decisions here possibly shaping the rest of my life. Or my near future at the very least. That was worth skipping school for a day.
