110
Merry wakes up in Moscow – still the middle of the night.
Sveta is sleeping. He snuggles up to her. Whispers – I just had the weirdest dream. Lies there a few minutes waiting to get back to sleep – then jumps up out of bed. Looking around – notices blurred edges, notices
how shadows and objects don’t quite meet together as they should; sounds too.
Moves his hand through the air in front of his face – watches the jerky
movements he’s never noticed before. Then freezes – notices the hologram on his
arm. It’s still there – but instead of the symbols moving smoothly they lurch
from one thing to another.
No, this is
going to do my head in.
Ok Sveta or
Baikal – whoever you are – I got the message.
Coy silence – playing hard to get – is that it? Ok – I can figure this out – use the
picture, but how? Let it guide me. Bring the two positions close together. Feel
my true location – where I really am – right now. Ok – I can definitely feel
something going down – something deep within – but how to translate that into
action? Hum…
Sveta seems
to be having a nightmare – they’re coming, no, leave me alone – hears steps
outside – feels a chill.
The light flickers. The hologram starts throbbing, sending pins and needles up Merry's arm.
Shit – this is getting serious. Sergei.. Kolchak... Baikal – anyone out there – I appear to be in danger.
Shit – this is getting serious. Sergei.. Kolchak... Baikal – anyone out there – I appear to be in danger.
Guys break in and without a word start firing at Merry, again and again. As his body falls back towards the bed – another pv [point of
viewing] opens – swivels – he’s watching from the side – a little above – and
then the DJ mixing effect as the time jumps back and forwards a few seconds –
the bullets going back into the guns, coming out again – the body rising and
falling from/to the bed.
Somehow, in spite of the mayhem – Merry figures out
how to detach from one time sequence – notices non-time running alongside, where a kind of quantum haze
prevents things such as bullets from materializing.
Got it.
Thanks Baikal. Better late than never. [Merry simply shifts pv using the
killers’ murderous intent as a catapult to swing sideways, out of time, into a band of quantum indeterminacy. Somehow he senses a part of himself that had been in cahoots with that murderous intent, but instead of fearing it, hating it or fighting it desperately – he allows it to pass through unresisted, like a wave moving along Baikal – 1 - 2 - 3 she can handle it, he knows, and behold, Baikal isms, the wave is gone – its energy dissipated, reabsorbed into the life-force of the great lake.]
Excellent
Merry – nicely done.
You – left
me to die at their hands.
Did
I? Are you dead?
Er… Looking
at hands, body, legs – not exactly.
Any
holes? Any blood?
No.
Then what’s
the problem?
But I might
have been.
Might have
been? Are you serious? Do you want to watch a replay of what you just did?
Er…
Look... Does that
look like the actions of a guy who can’t look after himself?
But I was
close to dying.
Were you?
Well, yes.
And what of
it?
Actually, I
don’t like being shot at point blank by masked gunmen – if it’s anything to
you.
You asked to
go back in – I forewarned you – and you had to learn the only way.
You mean the
hard way.
I mean the
real way – how to detach from the 3D feed and quantum-ize.
Holy shit.
You did
well, with a little help from our end.
Oh – downcast.
A little,
not a lot – oh for God's sake – get a grip. At the quantum level everyone, everything is
entangled – so drop this ego shit about "doing it all yourself", on your
terms. That’s not how reality revolves.
Oh – got ya.
It’s like an
induction motor. It spins. Wheels within wheels – either connected or not, just
as long as we don’t fixate on the single pv version of the 3D-t.
-t? as in
As in time or telemetry – the linear version. Now
get some rest. I’ll take you to your quarters.
Are you
going to be all cold and formal with me Sveta?
Like I told
you Merry – I’m not exactly Sveta, am I?
I can feel
that – and yet…
I look like
her – yes. Do you find me desirable?
Not when you
put it like that.
Look Merry –
let’s just settle down and get things started. You have a story to write. I
have to keep you alive.
You?
Like Sergei
told you.
You mean –
It’s
obvious, isn’t it?
I just can’t
imagine how all this – [looking at the beauty of
Baikal] can be contained in this. [pointing
at her]
Well, when
you start writing you might find these questions start yielding answers – but
you know as well as I do – they have to come directly from her.
Her?
The quantum
stream. Who else.
Yeah – that
figures.
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