- >Year 23 in human land
- >You grit your teeth and smile
- "Have a nice day ma'am."
- >Blonde. Late 20's. Nice legs.
- >She eyes you and walks away saying nothing.
- "Bitch" you mutter to yourself. "I'd take it, but I wouldn't respect myself after- wait of course I
- would. I'd make it rough and have at least that satisfaction."
- >You frown knowing it was all bullshit.
- >You work as a cashier in a clothing store. Dull as all hell.
- >Your manager, Mickey walks over to you.
- >Bald. 38. 3 kids- one of the few people you knew more jaded than yourself.
- >"I heard what you said."
- heh "was I wrong?"
- >"Not at all. I'd enjoy a rough night and a shameful morning with her."
- >Your self-deprecating frown melts away and you smile.
- "Shameful for who?"
- >You both laugh.
- >"Her obviously. Shame is for those with standards. It's 8:00 by the way."
- >You look at the clock. Indeed it was. Ten fucking hours over.
- "In that case I'll see you tomorrow for round 4 this week. If you see something funny, sick, or
- perverse, don't forget to tell me tomorrow. Enjoy your night."
- >He scowled for a brief second, then he bitterly laughed as he waved goodbye.
- >You grinned to yourself. A little perspective made your daily drag that much less shitty.
- >3 fucking kids. Rough.
- >You ripped off your uniform top as you headed out and headed home.
- >You pull into the garage and park with the other cars.
- >Building E. Top floor. Apt 242.
- >You open the door and toss your keys up on the table, the flashlight attached to the keychain
- hits hard, batteries flying about.
- "Fuck that."
- >You had business to attend to.
- >On went the computer and out came the bong and green.
- "Oh Miss Mary Jane" you said feigning courtesy, "fancy meeting you here."
- >You packed the fist bowl of many you had planned.
- >You looked up. Books.
- "Don't fucking judge me. You're all dead."
- >You liked to read; from Greek philosophy, to Victorian romance, to the lovely darker works by the
- disillusioned 21st century authors.
- >Hell you even had a soft spot for fanfiction, so long as it rustled your jimmies and made you
- laugh.
- >Small connections through time and space with other people was all the social contact you
- needed.
- >You blacked out for a brief moment.
- >You looked around - everything seems to be in order... but you notice the bowl was untouched.
- >Odd, but you would fix that.
- >And just like that, your thoughts melted, and every fuck you owed went on vacation.
- >No blonde cunts.
- >Sad bosses, shitty jobs, home, life.
- >You looked at the clock. Only 10:30. Cig time. Cheapest ones of course.
- >You blacked out again.
- >You open your eyes and look at the clock. 12:56. You are still holding the unsmoked cigarette.
- >You put it down, and sigh. Time for bed. You had an early morning ahead.
- "Well I guess that's that." you said as you pulled off your pants and shirt.
- >You grabbed your notebook, your knife to pick your nails, and your old copy of Mr. Whitman's
- leaves to read before bed. You felt dizzy for a moment and then blackness.
- >You slowly open your eyes to blue.
- >A room of midnight blue. Not yours. You were laying down on a white bed.
- >There was one, no two feminine voices murmuring to your right side.
- >You turned you head...
- >Every color af the sunlit sky, from noon to dusk, gently rippleing against the cold blue of the wall.
- It was beautiful.
- >Strikingly beautif...
- >A unicorn with wings.
- >Whut?
- >You closed your eyes, and reopened them.
- >Still there but now looking right at you. The whispering had stopped.
- >When you woke up tomorrow there were going to be some choice words exchanged between
- you and your dealer.
- >"Looks like he is awake sister."
- >You look to the left of the first hallucination and saw a smaller unicorn with wings.
- >She er... it blended in with the walls so well that you could barely make it out in the dim light.
- >"Good morning...?"
- >The first one paused.
- >You guessed it was waiting for a name.
- >You were usualy of a sound mind, and you were NOT in the business of dignifying
- hallucinations with responses.
- >You shut your eyes and waited patiently to either come down from what ever you were tripping
- on or to at least wake up.
- >"It doesn't matter 'Tia. Let him think what he wants to think. We know his name, and tomorrow he
- won't remember a thing."
- >You cracked open you eyes at this and looked their way.
- >"I just wanted an introduction from him Luna, you know, to be civil to our discovery." the white
- one, Tia you guessed, said.
- >"Oh look, he is watching again. We've sparked his curiosity." Luna smiled as she said this.
- >"That's not suprising. From what I saw of his memories, his species is sentient and actually quite
- fascinating. I saw them only from his perspective, but they can be quite aggressive, very
- calculating, and highly driven. This one," she laughed condescendingly "this one is mostly
- harmless. He seems to be content wasting his time away, channeling that aggression into angry
- thoughts and hateful glares."
- >As much as it was true, you could feel you jimmies a-ruslin. If your government decided to give
- time the same title as it gave corporations, that being legitimate citizens, you would be immediately
- tried by the UN for crimes against humanity.
- >Chronocide. Heh.
- >Luna giggles.
- >"I bet he's thinking angry thoughts right now. Let's see how aggressive he really is."
- >She threw a sneaky grin at her sister.
- >"Does the monkey like bananas?"
- >A banana appeared in the space between the two sisters.
- >You hadn't been a monkey for a few million years, so you let it slide.
- >You did like bananas... Just not hallucinatory ones.
- >"Hmmm, he has some resistance to verbal abuse. Let's see what sets him off."
- >Although, still thinking to yourself, if this WAS real you wouldn't mind...
- >The banana flew into your mouth, and almost down your throat.
- >You gagged and pulled it out.
- >You stared at it with a mix of wonder and horror.
- >Holy shit.
- >They were both laughing now.
- >Tia regained her composure first, and gave her sister a stern look.
- >"Luna, we both know bananas are my joke" she looked at you seriously "and you would not
- want me to show you my punchline."
- >Luna stopped laughing and said "Oh come on, he won't remember any of this anyway. It's not
- often that we get to do something without consequences, or having to be dignified."
- >"It's pretty unlikely you will be able to provoke him. As I said before, he is inquisitive but
- harmless. I saw exceptions... terrible things have been done to his species by his species, but as
- he put it, the mass of men live lives of quiet desperation. Begrudgingly willing to do as they were
- told and conform to all social norms to survive."
- >Thoreau wrote it, but it was the English way. Not your way.
- >She had been in your mind. You had been throat raped. You knew not who these asshats were,
- where you were, how you got there, or for what purpose.
- >You gave a bitter chuckle. You' woke up with those same questions everyday.
- >You were still completely out of your element though. Your perspective was gone and your
- patience had run dry.
- >Panic/survival mode in 3...2...1
- >Jump out of the bed.
- >No windows. One door.
- >Run to door. Locked.
- >Fuck me.
- >You turned slowly back towards your now shocked captors.
- >Well one was shocked but Luna...
- >Was still fucking laughing at you.
- >Time on the interwebs had taught you not to take offense to anything easily, but damnnit, you
- would not be called worthless and then laughed at.
- >You would wipe that fucking smile off of her face and demand some answers.
- >You dived forward the few feet separating the two of you
- >Let's play a round of Winged-Unicorn-Bucking-Bronco
- >You were inches away when you were lifted into the air and placed back into the bed.
- >Forced really, as you could no longer move or speak.
- >You thought your most angry thoughts and glared your most hateful glare, but to no avail.
- >You still hadn't addressed them directly and you had questions that needed answering.
- >Luna spoke first.
- >"Well you did say mostly harmless."
- >Maybe jumping into attack mode wasn't your best bet for establishing friendly relations or
- developing trust.
- >Clearly the white creature was thinking the same thing.
- >Tia frowned.
- >"All right then. I'm sure you want to know a few things, but you need to learn to play nice with
- other beings if you are going to stay here."
- >Luna muttered "And get a sense of humor."
- >How dare you, you thought. You took everything as a joke. Usually as a sick joke, but you could
- never help laughing.
- >"I have just the place to send you." Tia continued, "However I think you need a fresh start, a
- blank slate if you will. I will hold onto your memories of your past life so they don't get in your
- way. You were a real cynical bastard. I'd like to see you in a more positive state of mind. This is a
- peaceful world. You will, with effort, flourish alongside my little ponies. I'll give your memories
- back when you've earned them. What do you have to say?"
- >Don't say it. Don't say it. Play nice. Fake smile man. Beg. Plead. NO. You felt the tension around
- your mouth loosen.
- "My name is Anonymous and I am going to shove the banana up your ass," you pointed to Luna
- "and I'm going to rip that horn off your mind violating, freakish head and..."
- >They both laughed and everything went dark.
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