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Mind Over Matters
This
time they were swimming in a black hole.
Around and around they would go as they watched all of their favorite
things get sucked in. The vidscreen, the
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Jacob
opened his eyes. He really had wanted to
stay, but the image of the black hole had somehow disturbed him. Besides, it was practically midmorning now.
It was midmorning in the real world, not Jacob’s world. He always had to remind himself. It kept him sane.
Reality had
a different meaning for Jacob. There was
no conscious and unconscious state; there was merely shifting, since both
states seemed perfectly real and controllable to him. However, when it came to dreaming with
Natalie, Jacob usually let her have control.
It was always pretty scary whenever Jacob lead. With so many parts of other psyches roaming
around in his head, he was never quite sure where they would end up. Jacob could never forgive himself if he let
Natalie get hurt.
Jacob was
prone to strange dreams. He was a
mind-jumper after all. A government
built fixer-man who rearranged some of the more belligerent members of
society. Sure, it takes a lot of
expensive machinery and preparation time to go that deep into someone’s psyche
uninvited, but then again, Jacob is pretty good at what he does. Now, all he has to do is touch someone to see
certain parts of them, especially if they’re willing. And that’s where Natalie comes in.
Jacob
sat up in bed and looked out through the window of their thirty-second story
apartment. Shifting beams of white light
danced through pockets in the black smog lingering outside. Natalie was still asleep, alone in her own
dreams. Sometimes she did that. He watched the beams of light move up and
down her small little back. How fragile
Natalie was. So much energy in such a
little body.
“Vidscreen,
news channel 75,” said Jacob to the black box on the other end of the
room. It came alive and projected a 3D
image out over the bed.
A
beautiful woman appeared in front of Jacob.
She was wearing a business suit and had her hair done up in an elaborate
and towering fashion. She spoke in a
very calm and steady voice. To the left
of her were images of burning buildings and dead bodies. People were running everywhere as the firemen
tried to mount an offensive against the flames.
“There
was another terrorist strike in sector G31 of New New England. This time, it hit the Civil Public Relations
Building. It has been estimated that
over 200 civilians and social workers were killed in the blast. The total casualties have yet to be
determined as the fire-forces attempt to put out of the remains of the fire
that has now completely destroyed the building.
“The
United World Democracy’s investigators are saying that this terrorist attack is
most likely the work of the so-called “Prophet”. This is the same Prophet who claims to be on
a holy mission to cleanse the Earth of human greed. We’re going to Chief Inspector Hengle live at
the scene for more information.”
“Chief
Inspector Hengle, what do you think is the reason behind this terrorist
attack?”
“I
don’t know what that crazy man thinks he’s doing, but he’s costing a lot of
innocent people their lives. When we
find him, we will prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law. Such reckless murderers can’t be allowed to
roam free in the UWD.”
“Inspector,
how do know that this is the work of the Prophet?”
“We
have received a number of phone calls from people claiming to be members of the
Prophet’s ‘disciples’ who say that this is the work of the Prophet. There is also a lot of activity on the
Prophet’s numerous web sites claiming a victory for their ‘jihad.’”
“Why
haven’t you been able to apprehend this Prophet yet?”
“Honestly,
he’s a pretty tricky guy. He uses the
web as his sole means of preaching his message and communicating with his
disciples. This makes him a very hard
guy to find. But don’t worry. We have
some good leads now and expect to have him in custody within the month.”
“Thank
you for your time inspector.”
“No
problem.”
“We
will be back with some air ball highlights after this patriotic break.”
Jacob
wasn’t sure why he felt so compelled to watch the vid news every morning. Maybe there was some part of him that hoped
it would be good, or at least, true. Too
much of his training as a jumper told him not to believe a word he heard on the
news. The United Word Democracy was big
indeed.
“Vid
screen off.”
A
small hand began to make smooth, circular motions on his lower back. Natalie was awake.
“Watching
the news again?”
“Yeah.”
“Why
do you do that?”
“I
don’t know.”
Natalie
stopped rubbing Jacob’s back and sat up.
The swirling beams of light landed on her pert little breasts. She was the silhouette of a child against a
swirling background of light and dark.
Sometimes, the mid-morning visions of her against the window were
stranger than his own dreams. Perhaps
that’s why he left the window open.
There was really nothing to see but light and dark playing with each
other.
Jacob
watched Natalie as she climbed out of bed and walked over towards the bathroom.
“Lights,”
she said as she walked in. Jacob could
see her climbing into the steam-shower.
She never bothered to close the door.
He
wondered why he was still with her. It
had been practically eight months. She
was so little and so fragile. Jacob was
always afraid that he would break her.
Yet she was ferocious in bed and even more ferocious in her dreams. Her imagination was always outstanding. In some ways Jacob was sure that Natalie was
the work of the UWD. Their meeting had
been awfully convenient. She ran into
him outside of the
“Do
you have work today?” said Natalie leaning out of the shower.
“Um,
not really, but I have to go in for some programming.”
“Really? What type?”
“Prime
Directive.”
“Prime
Directive? Are they crazy!? I thought they only did that to initiates!”
“Yeah,
well they say that I need some more, an no, they won’t tell me why or what
kind.”
“Don’t
you get tired of them fucking with your brain?”
“Yeah,
but this isn’t the kind of job that I can quit.
You knew that when we met.”
Natalie
walked into the room, still naked. Her
body was red from the heat. Water
droplets were running down her breasts and between her legs as she toweled off
her short blonde hair. “Yeah, but I don’t have to like it.” “Yeah,” said Jacob. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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