919: And thus, we continue...
Continuing on from our last little piece of exposition way back in April! It's still, the same chapter (Foots) so it's still dedicated to Kev!
..."That's exactly it! Who can you associate with most? Yourself of course! And ergo, voila, it's me! Er, you."
It was all very confusing. It makes it worse for you, if you're actually reading, because now there's three of what you might refer to as me. It was bad enough with two. In fact, it was bad enough with one, but... don't hurt my feelings too much.
"Well, makes sense. I guess if I was thinking this through, if I had something important I had to tell me, I'd go ask me... to tell me, what would be important... to me." he stuttered out unimaginatively. It'd be easier for him if he wasn't still under a little shock at how awesome his voice was.
"Umm... precisely". He was suffering from the same problem, of course.
"So.. what exactly are you... me from the future, clone, pod-person, someone taking on my guise... or what?" It was a good question. Pod-people, although baggaged with a bad rep garnered from a plethora of poor films a few decades past, were actually pretty nice people. They were good conversationalists, and generally, enjoyed having a nice time. If you were lucky enough to meet one, you'd at least have several hours of interesting discussions on matters such as the intricacies of the universe, the phallic shape of bananas, and maybe even who, exactly, God was. Of course, this all occurred before the horrible and horrendous torture they'd put you through later. It was probably their way of 'balancing things out.'
"To be honest, I can't really divulge that information. My employers... they're quite... secretive."
"Your employers?!" This was the single most shocking revelation of the day. This future Stee, be it time travelling, cloned, pod-person or other, was actually employed. That was an achievement.
"I know, I know... I didn't believe it either. But it's... more complicated than that."
..."That's exactly it! Who can you associate with most? Yourself of course! And ergo, voila, it's me! Er, you."
It was all very confusing. It makes it worse for you, if you're actually reading, because now there's three of what you might refer to as me. It was bad enough with two. In fact, it was bad enough with one, but... don't hurt my feelings too much.
"Well, makes sense. I guess if I was thinking this through, if I had something important I had to tell me, I'd go ask me... to tell me, what would be important... to me." he stuttered out unimaginatively. It'd be easier for him if he wasn't still under a little shock at how awesome his voice was.
"Umm... precisely". He was suffering from the same problem, of course.
"So.. what exactly are you... me from the future, clone, pod-person, someone taking on my guise... or what?" It was a good question. Pod-people, although baggaged with a bad rep garnered from a plethora of poor films a few decades past, were actually pretty nice people. They were good conversationalists, and generally, enjoyed having a nice time. If you were lucky enough to meet one, you'd at least have several hours of interesting discussions on matters such as the intricacies of the universe, the phallic shape of bananas, and maybe even who, exactly, God was. Of course, this all occurred before the horrible and horrendous torture they'd put you through later. It was probably their way of 'balancing things out.'
"To be honest, I can't really divulge that information. My employers... they're quite... secretive."
"Your employers?!" This was the single most shocking revelation of the day. This future Stee, be it time travelling, cloned, pod-person or other, was actually employed. That was an achievement.
"I know, I know... I didn't believe it either. But it's... more complicated than that."