Whether that was a dream or it really happened he didn’t know. He didn’t quite have a bead on when or where she was or what she saw. He prayed that things would organize soon, but he didn’t have any good leads on that. Maybe the Sims Interface would lead to something once more people were added. Perhaps he shouldn’t have dismissed that other game so easily, though Doctor Time was proving to be a useful part of the deck.
A 3d Castle Tower should be the future symbol of the main magazine he thought. Most were still worried about seeing loved ones again or peaceful conditions. That was too obvious for him so may as well settle down to making the details interesting. His mind, like the proverbial Sherlock, was an engine that needed something to digest, lest he get bored again. He was hoping that she had enough on her plate to keep things interesting for her. It seemed like she could reach out through other people but there was some kind of limit on touching or talking directly. Maybe it was a real limit, maybe it was simply a conscience thing. A kind of fear of upsetting the apple cart. He wondered what he should do today. The basics of the day were done. Another disc, another post, another few paragraphs in the book. Maybe a Photoshop of a card with a QR code in it, something for people to get a bigger bite into. Which felt almost futile. It seemed that even the obvious stuff was, if not ignored, then not appreciated on a deeper level. It seemed like no-one really knew each other, which is what they had realized shortly after they had first met. It was too bad that circumstances prevented them from finding out more about each other then. Who knows what would have happened. Then again, he thought, apart from that insight he wasn’t particularly mature back then. Things could have gone off the rails too quickly and who knows what kind of trouble he’d be in.
Even now he felt like their relationship might bring about the end of the world. Not to be dramatic, but a kind of ‘fingers in a lot of pies’ sense of momentum that things might get swept up if too many dominoes hit each other. He thought back to his pizza yesterday. It was good he didn’t go into another coughing fit. The last one was rather distressing.
Speaking of choking, he wondered if having pink level access to his computer would actually do anything. Having a few more minds work on the problem would be good. He was torn between a dream mode of his workstation, a hallucination or an equivalent computer game like Superliminal having a mod that accomplished the same thing. In truth he wouldn’t mind if his whole life wasn’t an museum like Ready Player One, but less famous than that. Just an example to use if one wanted an idea of what he thought about knowing people meant.
Obviously the Bible review would be more important, but it’s always good to have modern examples of... people.
He wondered what Jade was doing. Other then trying to curate the YouTube of Nathan Fillian Interviews, Get him prepped for a bigger role, keeping tabs on everyone else and relaying the information to team red. She was probably working with Cas, the angel who put a deceptive spirit in the mouths of the prophets, and getting some people used to taking a “lift” in “the kitchen”. He channeled River Song there for a bit as it was often good to have two people working on the same kind of book at the different times. She smiled to her audience, he sat quietly listening to TRON music.
He could quite readily see a number of shows continuing on into the New World. Doctor Who would have ‘New Dawn’. Torchwood would have Serenity. Leverage Redemption would be a historical program and way for navigating the dream realm and improvising. Friends format could be expanded to larger groups of people shifting into Family. House MD could be for dealing with the psychological effects of all the oddness that was happening.
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