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We will never really know what would have happened to me had i stayed at home that day. Sure, i'd more than likely be dead...but would i have had another chance to stop it? Would i have seen it coming? I'm thinking probably not.
Regardless, i didnt stay at home. I left that morning, following the usual pattern of morning chores, and roads to work. Come to think of it..what would have happened had i made it to work? All these what-if's, they could keep you up at night. Luckily, i had just bought a large bag of the pot, and even long nights of what-if's couldnt compete with good homegrown bud.
See, it even effects the storytelling. Im telling you, its the end all to escape.
Back to the story.
I had to stop at a corner mart on the way to work, 10 miles away tops, to get a drink and fill up my tank. Standing at the pump, watching the attendant inside trying to find a pack of cigarettes in his overhead cigarette holder, i realized i had left the iron on. He didnt look as if he understood English very well, and i was wondering if i had enough time to head home and turn my iron off. This morning wasn't starting off very well.
I grabbed my wallet and headed inside, heading towards the drink cooler. I examined the selection, finally deciding on a cherry coke. I would get to work around 10 minutes late. If i hurried, maybe 5.
I reached the counter, threw down a 10, and hurried to my car. 7 minutes later i was pulling into my neighborhood.
Then i stopped. Suddenly, without even warning to me, my foot moved slightly left from the gas pedal and pushed the brake. Luckily no one was behind me. Then i shivered. What had come over me? I had the dreadful feeling that if i continued driving, something very serious and possibly fatal would happen to me. Then i saw it. Then and only then.
You might be asking yourself,"couldnt they have seen it, in their mirror, in the corner of their eye, when they pulled into the neighborhood?"
I couldnt have.
Because as i sat there, looking at the sky, wondering why i was stopping in the middle of the road, something very large, and very heavy, materialized a few hundred feet above the back corner of the subdivision. My house was over there.
Open-mouthed, i sat and watched this giant chunk of metal fall, finally slamming into what could only have been my house.
Fuck.
I sure as hell wasnt going home to turn off my iron now.
I decided that i needed to leave. Call it another feeling, or common sense, but i pulled my car into the nearest driveway, turned around, and headed out of the neighborhood. A few miles down the road, three, large , black Escalades drove past me. They had to be headed towards the remains of my house. And that giant metal thing.
What was that thing? Was it some alien spaceship decloaking above that part of the world at that exact moment? Were there more? Did it have anything to do with why things have been weird lately?
I should back up a little here. For the past few months, people have started acting funny. Actually, thats not correct. It seems as though people are acting the same as they have been, and i have been acting different. The reasons for me acting different dont make any sense though. Yeah, back to what i was saying. A few months ago, while i was scanning the local networks, an anomaly came up. A server, which had never been there before, was now present. It had full signal, and large amounts of saved data on hundreds of shared drives. It was open.
I should have closed it, continued paying the government my creds for all of media content i needed, and continued living a life of ignorance. I cant do that now. To many things have been set in motion to ever make me forget.
I opened the network, and allowed my dive to share with the rest. Browsing for an hour produced every tel-cast and mov-cast released over the past year. (...)
Regardless, i didnt stay at home. I left that morning, following the usual pattern of morning chores, and roads to work. Come to think of it..what would have happened had i made it to work? All these what-if's, they could keep you up at night. Luckily, i had just bought a large bag of the pot, and even long nights of what-if's couldnt compete with good homegrown bud.
See, it even effects the storytelling. Im telling you, its the end all to escape.
Back to the story.
I had to stop at a corner mart on the way to work, 10 miles away tops, to get a drink and fill up my tank. Standing at the pump, watching the attendant inside trying to find a pack of cigarettes in his overhead cigarette holder, i realized i had left the iron on. He didnt look as if he understood English very well, and i was wondering if i had enough time to head home and turn my iron off. This morning wasn't starting off very well.
I grabbed my wallet and headed inside, heading towards the drink cooler. I examined the selection, finally deciding on a cherry coke. I would get to work around 10 minutes late. If i hurried, maybe 5.
I reached the counter, threw down a 10, and hurried to my car. 7 minutes later i was pulling into my neighborhood.
Then i stopped. Suddenly, without even warning to me, my foot moved slightly left from the gas pedal and pushed the brake. Luckily no one was behind me. Then i shivered. What had come over me? I had the dreadful feeling that if i continued driving, something very serious and possibly fatal would happen to me. Then i saw it. Then and only then.
You might be asking yourself,"couldnt they have seen it, in their mirror, in the corner of their eye, when they pulled into the neighborhood?"
I couldnt have.
Because as i sat there, looking at the sky, wondering why i was stopping in the middle of the road, something very large, and very heavy, materialized a few hundred feet above the back corner of the subdivision. My house was over there.
Open-mouthed, i sat and watched this giant chunk of metal fall, finally slamming into what could only have been my house.
Fuck.
I sure as hell wasnt going home to turn off my iron now.
I decided that i needed to leave. Call it another feeling, or common sense, but i pulled my car into the nearest driveway, turned around, and headed out of the neighborhood. A few miles down the road, three, large , black Escalades drove past me. They had to be headed towards the remains of my house. And that giant metal thing.
What was that thing? Was it some alien spaceship decloaking above that part of the world at that exact moment? Were there more? Did it have anything to do with why things have been weird lately?
I should back up a little here. For the past few months, people have started acting funny. Actually, thats not correct. It seems as though people are acting the same as they have been, and i have been acting different. The reasons for me acting different dont make any sense though. Yeah, back to what i was saying. A few months ago, while i was scanning the local networks, an anomaly came up. A server, which had never been there before, was now present. It had full signal, and large amounts of saved data on hundreds of shared drives. It was open.
I should have closed it, continued paying the government my creds for all of media content i needed, and continued living a life of ignorance. I cant do that now. To many things have been set in motion to ever make me forget.
I opened the network, and allowed my dive to share with the rest. Browsing for an hour produced every tel-cast and mov-cast released over the past year. (...)