Memories that Should never Die: T the Teleporter
Another Memory from that house on Terragon in Antioch.
When friends would come over we would often spend time in the living room. The living room wasn't usually used by the housemates but when we had guests....you know. Anyway, imagine yourself sitting on the couch with friends, watching a simple mindless show on the sedation box. As you sit enthralled by flashing colors and fleeting images that only stay in the brain for as long as it takes you to flick the ash from your smoke a door to your right opens. One of many plain white doors that line the featureless alcove swings in with a click and a thud .
Out steps a young man, no more that 25, his skin dark and metrosexually well cared for, his clothing a tad rumpled but not inexpensive. This young man closes behind him the door to his secretive bed chamber which may or may not be inhabited by the nude form of a Reubenesque woman that may or may not be the same nude Reubenesque woman that was there the day before.
A short glance and nod of greeting is all that is exchanged as this smooth, young, pursuer of the feminine caress passes through the Living room, momentarily blocking the view of something shiny and almost certainly frivolous on the CRT before us. T passes through our line of sight and turns the corner to our left into the small spattered kitchen with its tiled walls and wooden cabinets possessing all the charm and cleanliness one would expect to find in the home of 4 bachelors, only 2 of which had jobs. Passing from our view T also passes from our memory as we again become consumed with the digital signals traveling to our brains on waves of pacifying numbness.
Time passes, more delicious Cathode Rays are consumed, and conversation is exchanged among the comrades of the couch. Then, without warning, One of many plain white doors that line the featureless alcove swings in with a click and a thud .
Out steps a young man, no more that 25, his skin dark and metrosexually well cared for, his clothing a tad rumpled but not inexpensive. This young man closes behind him the door to his secretive bed chamber which may or may not be inhabited by the nude form of a Reubenesque woman that may or may not be the same nude Reubenesque woman that was there the day before.
This time however there is no glance, there is no nod. You and all others who moments ago were resting on the couch, comfortable in your understanding of the laws of physics, exchange baffled glances and then engage in a choreographed staring session. All eyes follow T over the course of his short journey from his door to the kitchen corner where the vanishing occurs. Then again glances are thrown about from one eye to the next for what seems an eternity before the words that are screaming in every ones mind are finally spoken aloud.
"Did anyone see him go back to his room last time?"
Skulls swiftly move closer together, the couch creaks as body-weights shift to achieve what could be called a complete failure to achieve stealth. Soft spoken words flutter about, angry wasps buzzing in ears that only want the world to make sense once again. "No"Me neither"Nope"U-uh"What the fuck?" For perhaps too long we talk about how this could be, how this young man could traverse a space without passing before us. We bandy about theories ranging from implausible trips out the back door, through the 3 foot grass of the back yard, around the house and through his window, to complete flights of fancy such as having his own custom designed tunnel connecting his room to the basement which is accessed through the kitchen. We finally decide that it must have been some form of teleportation, but by what means? There was no tell-tale pulsating grind of a TARDIS disguised as a refrigerator, there were no flashing lights, nand a short survey revealed that no one had noticed a hint of sulfur on the air.
The rest of the evening exists only as a stunned blur. At some point the friends drift away, traveling to their homes and crash spaces to seek solace in the comfort of sleep. I am left sitting there, alone. All that remains is the knowledge that I lived with someone who had mastered time and space in a way that only the Gods could dream of. Questions swirled unspoken in my mind. Did anyone else know he could do it? How far can he travel? Can he do anything else, become invisible perhaps? Does he use his powers for good or evil? Should I tell him we know his secret or would he kill to protect his identity?
I wonder where T is now?.......I suppose, wherever he wants to be.
When friends would come over we would often spend time in the living room. The living room wasn't usually used by the housemates but when we had guests....you know. Anyway, imagine yourself sitting on the couch with friends, watching a simple mindless show on the sedation box. As you sit enthralled by flashing colors and fleeting images that only stay in the brain for as long as it takes you to flick the ash from your smoke a door to your right opens. One of many plain white doors that line the featureless alcove swings in with a click and a thud .
Out steps a young man, no more that 25, his skin dark and metrosexually well cared for, his clothing a tad rumpled but not inexpensive. This young man closes behind him the door to his secretive bed chamber which may or may not be inhabited by the nude form of a Reubenesque woman that may or may not be the same nude Reubenesque woman that was there the day before.
A short glance and nod of greeting is all that is exchanged as this smooth, young, pursuer of the feminine caress passes through the Living room, momentarily blocking the view of something shiny and almost certainly frivolous on the CRT before us. T passes through our line of sight and turns the corner to our left into the small spattered kitchen with its tiled walls and wooden cabinets possessing all the charm and cleanliness one would expect to find in the home of 4 bachelors, only 2 of which had jobs. Passing from our view T also passes from our memory as we again become consumed with the digital signals traveling to our brains on waves of pacifying numbness.
Time passes, more delicious Cathode Rays are consumed, and conversation is exchanged among the comrades of the couch. Then, without warning, One of many plain white doors that line the featureless alcove swings in with a click and a thud .
Out steps a young man, no more that 25, his skin dark and metrosexually well cared for, his clothing a tad rumpled but not inexpensive. This young man closes behind him the door to his secretive bed chamber which may or may not be inhabited by the nude form of a Reubenesque woman that may or may not be the same nude Reubenesque woman that was there the day before.
This time however there is no glance, there is no nod. You and all others who moments ago were resting on the couch, comfortable in your understanding of the laws of physics, exchange baffled glances and then engage in a choreographed staring session. All eyes follow T over the course of his short journey from his door to the kitchen corner where the vanishing occurs. Then again glances are thrown about from one eye to the next for what seems an eternity before the words that are screaming in every ones mind are finally spoken aloud.
"Did anyone see him go back to his room last time?"
Skulls swiftly move closer together, the couch creaks as body-weights shift to achieve what could be called a complete failure to achieve stealth. Soft spoken words flutter about, angry wasps buzzing in ears that only want the world to make sense once again. "No"Me neither"Nope"U-uh"What the fuck?" For perhaps too long we talk about how this could be, how this young man could traverse a space without passing before us. We bandy about theories ranging from implausible trips out the back door, through the 3 foot grass of the back yard, around the house and through his window, to complete flights of fancy such as having his own custom designed tunnel connecting his room to the basement which is accessed through the kitchen. We finally decide that it must have been some form of teleportation, but by what means? There was no tell-tale pulsating grind of a TARDIS disguised as a refrigerator, there were no flashing lights, nand a short survey revealed that no one had noticed a hint of sulfur on the air.
The rest of the evening exists only as a stunned blur. At some point the friends drift away, traveling to their homes and crash spaces to seek solace in the comfort of sleep. I am left sitting there, alone. All that remains is the knowledge that I lived with someone who had mastered time and space in a way that only the Gods could dream of. Questions swirled unspoken in my mind. Did anyone else know he could do it? How far can he travel? Can he do anything else, become invisible perhaps? Does he use his powers for good or evil? Should I tell him we know his secret or would he kill to protect his identity?
I wonder where T is now?.......I suppose, wherever he wants to be.