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Transport Ship

Sammy opened a door in the wall and entered a game room called, Kingpin. There were many rooms in the Stone Edifice on Pennsylvania Avenue. Sammy played at being several characters in the game. In the hall-of-mirrors he saw himself as Leonora Mangrove. She was a knockout manufactured from Fractal-Coherence and anti-matter. Sammy studied Quantum Physics. He wanted to learn how to shine like the light from a nuclear blast. He talked rhapsodic to himself. Many characters emerged. Leonora hummed a tune and Sammy cracked jokes trying to dispel a growing feeling of dread.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He had a stable life with a lover and good friends. He could depend on his job as a salesman… it was boring but paid the bills. Sammy wondered when his life became so heated, so complicated. He remembered getting married. It was finally legal to marry another man. He always believed he was heterosexual. He changed somewhere along the line, but he did not know where or when. Making love to Tommy was like being immersed in molten lead. Tommy broke through the barrier that separated Sammy from the rest of the world.

Leonora interjected, “you are a confused man, Sammy. You got it all wrong.”

For a moment Sammy looked like he was about to cry; then, he resigned himself to the situation and asked, “how did it happen?”

Leonora reacted, “Don’t you remember being an astronaut… the first person to fly faster than the speed of light? Don’t you remember being stoned by Roger? Don’t you remember the Kingpin?”

“No… none of it. I thought I sold shoes and lived a simple life with Tommy.”

“You did for awhile,” Leonora interjected, “then all hell broke loose.”

A synapse lit up in Sammy’s brain… He remembered a news report about Al Loyd Benson. He was an astronaut nicknamed Lightning. It was reported that Al Loyd crossed the barriers of Time to go beyond corporeal existence. He was a time-traveler from the future. But, Al Loyd was never a man. A human body could never withstand the stress inflicted by Time Travel. Al Loyd was a machine, a robot.

Sammy shouted at Leonora, “pain… doesn’t that make me a man!”

Leonora modulated the color spectrum on her new acetate skin. “Maybe,” she responded, “maybe not.”

Sammy suffered. He was never free of a sense of dread. How was it possible to survive in such a frail human body? He was living in a Hell-world. There was mortal danger everywhere: on streets, in traffic. thieves and bullies roamed the neighborhood. He could fall and break his bones. Collusion and murder were commonplace. His only relief came from his lover’s touch, hand to brow.

“Don’t get maudlin,” Leonora sounded bored, “maybe Tommy doesn’t even exist. He’s just a character. All the characters come out at night.” Her words ricocheted through Sammy’s brain. They were everywhere like zombies, characters, actors unhinged from reality, roaming free through M.C. Escher’s optical illusions.

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His name was Felix. He saw himself reflected in a thousand screens and mirrors of illusion. Nothing was real, least of all himself.

There is a switch in my brain that turns on and off and recycles my personality. I am forced from one dimension to another… never certain of who or where I am.

“This is my bed of lies,” Miranda Monologue wrote while reclining on her memory-foam mattress.

Donny Trident was the mastermind behind a plan to upgrade the human race.

“Am I part of a Hive?”

“My name is Morton Slope and I’m part of a conspiracy.

Madam Celia-Quark conducted a séance. She attempted to channel the spirits of Time and Space.

Benda Creamola looked like Elsa Lancaster in the movie, Bride of Frankenstein.

Starling was a Polysexual-biomorph who could be any sex or gender depending on the mood of the moment.

“I’m the man who wanted to save the world.”

The last time Joey saw his therapist he cried.

Rabbit had a vicious smile and a spine-tingling laugh.

Bondeer Saville was going to the Masquerade Ball. She pranced across the electronic fast-lanes like lightning incarnate.

“My name is Marvin Naivan and I don’t belong here.”

Miss Blossom enjoyed her work at the Night Station. It wasn’t too difficult as long as you kept your mind to yourself and followed orders.

The actor was silently staring at the worm in the bottle of tequila, hoping to forget everything.

Electra Glomm reset her life several times, changing her colors like the lizard slithering across the kitchen floor. Plastic surgery helped.

Roxy Box was a semi-intelligent reporter working for News Corpse, the Internet conglomerate. Roxy was not a woman or man – Roxy was IT, “information technology.”

Chan-X was a skinny teen, a member of the Red Gang, an incestuous family of throwaways, lost and unwanted souls.

Samantha Lux came to the party with a Versace handbag loaded with anti-personnel weapons.

Jason Montieth was certain his identity had been stolen

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The rapid-fire memory-flash began to fade and Sammy found himself on a metal floor. At first he thought he was on a train traveling with fellow prisoners, going to Buchenwald. He recognized several passengers. They were old friends, former lovers, and actors he’d known when he was a young man. Leonora smiled and flashed a victory sign. He was on a Transit Ship that broke through the wall that surrounded Earth. Mr. D (a man with the medical condition of Dwarfism) was at the controls. The ship moved faster than the speed of light. Everyone was swiftly transported to the Land of the Dying Sun.

 

 

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