Black Knight

We request not to see the controller for five conveyors of radio synchronous lifestyles; thirty-seven of us will be divided amongst eighteen graphs.

I sit alone inside a dark room, the door is closed shut; vacillation is a sorrowful defense. A shadow gazes at my reflection, tears fall into a fleece blanket, I smile thrice for sentimentality.

"Neon flex."

"Make sure they look exactly like us."

".......almost.....impish procedure....Allison would cool my jets."

"You're a robot."

".........I'll do my best."

"Why is it taking you a while to answer?"

"...........My head hurts."

"....."

"This hurts me."

"Hhhmmm."

"Agitated."

"Yes."

"Upset."

"............."

"Hurts a lot."

I pat his back six handfuls; he sets his head upon an oakwood desk. The anatomical morph is visible through a gel screen. Ike crosses his arms across a grey polo printed with several dark blue flying eagles; he stands against a bare wall. I ask for two connections to cross mercury symbiosis; "yolk spiral" and "booger shoot".

"We call it the yolk spiral cause that's the part where we yawn and get sleepy. It's a round yellow sun looking thing that pops up on the right corner of you guy's brain gamma."

"Booger shoot drips demulcents."

Seven illicit doll makers eat ninety-three electro synchronic wedges; each a separate nucleus for demulcents or chemical waste quotients. Thus streams experience as their own. Thirteen electrodes compile six hundred and sixty-six sequential personalities; the arena is chosen by playhouse practitioners.

"Shit."

"What is it?"

"There's going to be six hundred and sixty-six of those fat fuckers."

"Is that all?"

".....................four hundred forty-three thousand, five hundred and fifty-six......"

"And they all look exactly the same."

"Yep."

"At least they're in different pods...."

"If they could get inside of there then all of them would be where they are."

"You mean if they decide to go inside the controller or band their molecular structure....."

"Yep."

"Victoria, Cordelia, Husbands, Folks...you are all listening; you heard us."

"Nobody would know any better. The match is dead on the money."

"Is that what they wanted?"

"........one of them said it would be dandy if they could be all of them at once."

"Yeah and one of them said it would be the shit if they could feel them all at once."

"What of the graphical situations?"

"All of them would be in the same digifuck."

Sector Eleven (New World Species Nine) - this region hosts several encounters with various creatures speculated to be zero differential dreamscapes or unequivocal conscious visualization, people choose silence rather than suffer clinical society however evidence shows mass proportion as fragment fiber optic or compound fractal unitary sensory perception

"How will you know...??"

"..what do I need to know?"

"Which one you are?"

"Lock a grid."

"We will need a piss sample."

"???"

"Territorial stench."

"You will use urine to mark a computer chip?"

"The only thing that is completely digital or computerized is the weather, everything else has one gene nuclide buzzing the seismo morpho......."

"Seismo morpho?"

"Yeah it's poled into a stake."

"Inside the earth?"

"Magnetized antennae."

"It is seismic?"

"Works like that."

"Morpho?"

"......the mercury...it alters the appearance of which."

"?"

"Which is I guess a hypothesis."

"...?"

"I don't know anymore Teacher. I prefer not to be here and find out."

"Could you do it?"

".....not sure about stability......."

"?"

"I don't think we could match the wave frequency; our bodies are different."

"What of them?"

"The fat people?"

"...."

"I don't want to discuss that Victoria."

"Why not?"

"......remember when you told us about concentric dilemmas jumbling society?"

"........you were listening."

"We listened the whole lesson."

"Oh."

"It works too."

"How do you know?"

"We found similes to parallel."

"Hhhmmm."

"Reminds me of your hair."

".......I wish to see you again."

"What if I am....."

"?"

"Nothing."

Avie sleeps inside my jacket. She coos for my nose, her fingers caress the shape; she smiles contouring dimples into my chin. I lift her silken strands to see teary eyelids.

I contemplate grandpa's gift; Brad chose a moment Rolf visits Cindy.

"......hunh."

".........bo-hi?"

".....crimson tap."

"A canal of sorts?"

".....this could be a nightmare."

"It's for Avie....when she is grown."

"Does she know?"

"She said it was for you to transform."

"....I must be asleep."

"I've got to go soon.."

".....where?"

"They made me a box too."

"Shit."

"It's grey. My name is Duke."

"What?"

"1902-1978"

"Brad I don't understand why we must."

".....don't forget about me Victoria."

"Don't forget about me.......Dad."

"Will you come and see me?"

"How will I know?"

"I'll know it's you."

"You will be playing dead?"

"They're shutting me down except for dismal depravity."

"...I think I will kill myself."

"Then you won't be able to see what happens."

"What will happen?"

"You'll need to be there to find out."

"I'm going to bed."

"Try not to sleep too much."

"Why?"

"....you'll miss the snow."

"?"

"I'm going crazy."

".....remember me Brad........wherever you lay."

"Remember me whenever you go to sleep."

"I still don't understand why we must."

"To see what happens."

"And for you?"

"I hope I know which one."

"I hate this so much."

"Bring me lavender."

"Leave room for me."

"Bring her too."

"She won't remember me."

"God damn Victoria. You are her!"

"I will be unearthed without her."

"Then she will as well....."

"I do not want her to go to jail."

"I just hope this isn't there whenever she figures it out."

"How will we know we are there?"

"Slam. Like falling from the sky into another world. Try to convince yourself something else but nothing otherwise shall make sense."

"I won't remember this."

"You really should write these somewhere to recall."

"Even so thus would be lost."

"True...."

"I wish for you to haunt me."

"....poltergeist?"

"Yes."

"Holding the door open for you?"

"You are the only person I walk through....."

"I'll always be with you."

"I wish damnation."

"Me too."

The couch is uncertain of me. I stare at an iron knight's silhouette; purple spear, reptilian leather chest, studded gauntlets serve claw fingers, the helmet is one piece resembling a dragon's face. A glass of water saddens me; thus is my husband's refreshment, I miss him always. I dream of Sin wearing a black and white stripe garment from neck to feet; he cries inside a bluish grey enclosure. I scream uncontrollably yet our abode is silent. My visions deny me clarity; my recollection is sleepwalking.