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- Date: Mon Mar 25 1991 07:27:11
- From: Ian McMcMcMc<slap>
- To: All
- Subj: RAE CrossPost Chapter 8
- Attr:
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- *** Chapter 8 ***
- They had rested for quite a while, lying next to each other on
- the undefined black surface. Jeffrey knew that in real life, they
- didn't need to rest at all. It just felt nice, for now.
- Cheryl was the first one to speak. "Alright, enough of the black
- hole, here." With that, Jeffrey watched as Cheryl "painted" in an
- environment. Warm afternoon sun, blue sky with just a few puffy
- clouds, ocean off in the distance. As long as Cheryl was occupied
- with that area, Jeffrey created a lagoon a few feet away, and the
- obligatory waterfall at the opposite end of it. Soft, grassy earth
- underneath. Still no clothes. He appreciated the naked female body
- next to his, which looked almost a little tan now, and didn't want to
- change anything. In fact, he couldn't remember what either of them
- were wearing before-- it all seemed so natural now. Cheryl turned
- around and admired his work, while Jeffrey admired hers-- faint salt-
- air scent, all the sounds of the surf, and even a few seagulls, which
- flew in lazy circles for as long as he stared at them. Quite
- pleasant. The warm sun and cool breeze went well together. There
- were enough details now to make Jeffrey seriously consider staying in
- a place like this more permanently-- rocky cliffs in one direction,
- and an innocent-looking wooded area the other way. Best of all, there
- were no insects or other pests.
- Time was proceeding slowly, and they didn't rush themselves.
- They played with each other for a time; talked about themselves and
- each other, learning things that were suddenly easy to learn.
- Everything felt comfortable. They swam for a while, made love again
- in a much more conventional, casual fashion, then walked on the beach,
- and then, at Cheryl's request, both went for a long flight over the
- area, trying to imitate (for a while) the way the seagulls floated
- into the wind, hardly moving. They landed, returning to their normal
- form, walked along the shore again, talking. No sunburns here, thank
- goodness.
- Jeffrey didn't credit the Device for all this. Cheryl had what
- it takes-- the imagination, spirit, and will to make it all happen,
- and she seemed to love sharing all her experiences with him. Somehow,
- things would never quite be the same again.
- "How long is left?" Cheryl asked.
- "Don't ask me. You have the Device, remember? The only way to
- actually look at the timer, is to bring the box back, and just read
- the time off the top. You can't change the setting from here, though.
- That can only be done in real life."
- Cheryl held her hands out, and the red box reappeared in them.
- She peered at the liquid-crystal display. It read 1 hour, 17 minutes.
- "One-Seventeen, it says. We've used up most of the time we have."
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- * Origin: Standing dead in a desolate 5 star restaurant (FidoNet 1:249/9.1)
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