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Date:   Sun Mar 24 1991  08:37:40
From:   Ian McMcMcMc<slap>
To:     All
Subj:   RAE CrossPost Chapter 4
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                            *** Chapter 4  ***
     Cheryl wheeled  around and discovered that Jeffrey had sprouted a
perfect pair  of wings,  feathers and all.  It was one of his favorite
diversions, which  he had developed after weeks of testing.  He picked
Cheryl up  from behind;  his arms  fitting into  the somewhat innocent
space below  her breasts.   She  was very light because he had decided
that she  should be,  at least for now.  She didn't complain about it.
In an instant Jeffrey cringed down, and leapt into the air.
     It was  too fast  for Cheryl, who felt that the exciting part had
been rushed.   They were already fifty feet above the ground, coasting
over the  trees towards  downtown.   With a  few flaps, Jeffrey lifted
them both to several times that altitude.  "Nervous?" he asked.
     "No, I'm  fine."   It wasn't  convincing.   The only other person
he'd ever  taken on  this tour  couldn't take  it too  well.   Jeffrey
pitched upwards  a little  bit and  slowed down, then gained some more
altitude, and  generally swooped  around  a  bit.    The  scenery  was
breathtaking, and the feeling was unparalleled.
     "Afraid of  heights?"   Jeffrey remembered  how he had thought of
the Device  as a  tool to eliminate such fears, the last time he asked
that question.  Cheryl didn't answer.
     With nothing  to lose  as far as Cheryl's opinion of him, Jeffrey
did the  only thing  he could  think of  to remedy the situtation.  He
dropped her.   Cheryl screamed, fell a few feet, and stopped in midair
at Jeffrey's  command.   She couldn't  have done  that  herself.    He
stopped in  midair and had her float up to him, facing him.  "You see?
There's nothing  to be  afraid of.   You  can't get  hurt here.  And I
wouldn't let you get hurt anyway.
     She didn't look resentful.  She looked down at the streets below,
then reached  down as  if to  see what  was holding her up.  It always
seemed to  take a  while for  people to  get  "the  idea"--  that  the
constraints of reality no longer hold.
     "It can  be like  an amusement  park-- thrills without danger, or
whatever amuses  you."   Cheryl was  now smiling.   It  was  time  for
Jeffrey to try and promote that idea.  It was no fun here with someone
that didn't  understand, and  it looked  like Cheryl was beginning to.
Jeffrey continued.   "Take my hand," he said.  "I think you've got the
idea."
     She did.   Jeffrey's  wings disappeared.   A  moment  later  they
started falling,  from the  five thousand feet (funny, we weren't that
high up  a moment  ago) to the town below.  Jeffrey looked straight at
Cheryl.   She looked  up at  him.   It had  worked!   She felt  enough
confidence in  him to  be able  to take  her eyes  off the approaching
Earth.  He couldn't keep his feeling to himself.
     "I'm impressed,  Cheryl.   You've got more inside than I credited
you for.  Congratulations."  He pulled her to him, and held her tight.
She wrapped her arms around him, and looked down.
     Just before  they reached  the  earth,  a  large  pool  of  water
appeared below them and they splashed harmlessly into it, coming to an
almost instant  stop.  Cheryl, who had let go just as they reached the
water, paddled  back over  to Jeffrey  and grabbed onto him again.  He
liked the feeling where she was pressing against him.
     Finally, she  spoke up  again.   "Can we  try it  again?  Not the
fall, I mean, but flying around?  I'd like to try it out for myself."
     Jeffrey nodded.   A  moment later,  they were both in midair, and
Cheryl had  developed some  nice orange  feathers.   Jeffrey  followed
Cheryl as  she flew  back towards  the company,  swooped down over the
trees, and  shrieked with  excitement.   "I want  to try landing", she
said.   "Will you go first?"  Jeffrey agreed, and lined up in front of
her, feet down, heading for the flat roof of IDT's main building.
     Then he was sitting in a chair, with the blue box on his lap.  He
looked at  the top  of it.   "Timer's...  No, there's still time left,
must be..."   He  looked towards  the door.  His supervisor had walked
in, and  the noise  had tripped the sensory-monitor device, ending the
simulation.
     "Good night, you two.  Lock up the lab when you leave, OK?"
     Jeffrey and Cheryl both nodded.  Jeff added a "Good night" as the
supervisor was on the way out the door.  As the door closed, he turned
to Cheryl  once again.   "Always  happens that way...  There were only
about 30 seconds left anyway."
     "That certainly  seemed like more than four and a half minutes!",
Cheryl exlaimed.
     "It always  does seem  longer," Jeffrey  agreed.   "It  would  be
impossible to test, though, right?  A simulated clock would go just as
fast as  you would  imagine it  to go.  Everything else could speed up
too.  It just seems to be the way people think."
     Surprisingly, although  it was  a few  minutes after five, Cheryl
wasn't leaving like Jeffrey expected her to.  Did she really feel like
spending time  with Jeffrey?  Maybe her opinion about techie types had
changed a bit.
     "Can we try it again?  Everyone's gone now and I just had so much
fun with you...?


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