(Read here for links to the whole story, and why it’s being written)
Blink/Sophie sat in as fetal a position as possible in the corner of a phone booth outside of Negworth, Amsterdam. Their recent merging was, of course, successful. Both minds were now in perfect harmony, and mostly open to one another. Therein started the awful realization.
“Blink, it’s so hard because our memories don’t line up exactly right. Is that because we interpreted the situations differently?”, thought Sophie.
“Well, normally I’d say yes”, thought Blink, “But our memory divergence goes far beyond what differing points of view would explain. Apart from our thread-bonded love and compassion, everything seems different in our pasts. Even our recent past.”
“Blink, we’ve both changed. I’m a little girl living in the head of… of… well, we’re in the same head!”
“I know sweetie, and I’m so happy to be merged with you.” Blink emoted love to Sophie. “Travel back in our memories though. I’m not even sure what a coconut is, and yet, you remember — no, experienced — us both living on them. Sophie, I’ve never been to a desert island.”
Blink could feel fear well up inside Sophie. Horrible scenes of Not-Sophie, emotions of pain, and crippling terror were flooding their consciousness.
“Sophie! Wait!” Blink solidified their thread-bond, and opened his entire consciousness to her. “I don’t want you to think I’m anything other than Blink. Sophie, you can see everything that I am. I love you. I can’t lie to you. I will not hurt or deceive you.” He could feel her calm down, and relaxed himself too.
Blink/Sophie worked together, slowly piecing together the horrible truth regarding the sterilization fleet. It was Sophie that first realized the fleet wasn’t destroying planets, but rather, terraforming the galaxy piece by piece into parallel universes in order to create the perfect Tragethen empire. Why destroy a planet, when enough dimensional shifting would bring forth a slave planet?
“Sophie!” thought-shouted Blink, “That explains their need for a dual mind!”
Blink/Sophie began to realize the futility in the way the Space Force was trying to defeat the Trageth. Amassing armies was pointless, and the SF officers with their single minds had no way of knowing the Trageth were just trying to keep them all busy. Just as Blink/Sophie started to plan their next move, the phone booth seemed to change.
The phone booth is my only “change”, and I would suggest the rest has been the case all along, but only just now realized. 😉
Great, so only the crazies and the multiple personalited people are going to realize that our world is coming to an end? Guess i should have been a little more nice to the guy yesterday morning who, while standing with me at the bus stop, told me that the world was ending and we were all going to die.
Guess he actually knew what he was talking about!
Is the weather as nice over there as it is on this side of the Detroit river?
60 degrees and sunny! WooHoo!!!
And if the world is about to come to an end, I don’t really wanna know anyway. I have enough dread for the upcoming Monday, much less Armageddon. 😉
I wish I could’ve written two simultaneous parts. The first thing that came to mind upon reading about the phone book was Dr. Who. 😉 But alas, by the time I finished writing what I actually wrote, I was over 600 words, so hopefully someone else will do something entertaining with that.
It’s up now, same post as before, under the first part.
*phone booth. *head, desk*