time again
Hi all, well it's been a few days since I updated. and it's been a while since I updated my story, but it's getting harder to think of stuff, and i'm writing it down on another site, and I'm further along over there than I am on here. So it's time to update again. I had to refresh my memory of where I left off here. so here goes.
I was back in that other room with the heavy computer. This time, it was already on. I sat there in that chair with the rollers, trying to think what to
do. At least that odd computer was already on, so I didn't have to go through all those steps to turn it on.
I was a bit amazed to find how quickly I was getting use to a world without sight, not that I liked it any better, just because I was getting use to it.
I still hated it, but at least I was getting resigned to the fact, that in this world, I was, and probably always would be blind.
I wondered if there was an internet connection on this computer. If so, how would I go about connecting? I remembered how I had gone about pressing keys
the last time I had one of these flashes, so I did so again. Going through the alphabet didn't help much, until I hit the letter n, and I was placed immediately
on something called networld.
I pressed enter on it, and was promptly asked for a password.
Heck and darnation, I fumed, how was I supposed to know a pass word on a strange computer? If I were in some sort of alternate universe, what would the
chances be that the password on my computerwould bethe same as the pass word on this computer? I typed in KW, which were my initials, and typed in the
pass word for my own computerin my world. Almost instantly, the strange screen reader voice announced, "the password you have entered is incorrect, please
choose the internet service you wish to connect to, and then enter your user ID and password to connect.
Ok, now what? I was thinking it was a hopeless cause, and I would never get any further, as if through no will of my own, letters and numbers started forming
in my head. First, the initials sm, then a series of letters and numbers.Should I try them? They wouldn't work of course. How could a series of random
letters and numbers work? They had just sprung out of thin air. Oh well, I might as well try it, I had nothing to lose.
I typed in, sm, the initials. Then, in the password field, I typed in the letters and numbers that hadso strangely come in to my head. There was a strange
sound, like someone punching a series of numbers on a telephone very fast, an odd squawking noise, and then the mechanical voice started talking again.
"you are connected to networld, September 1st, 2004. 2004? Mercy sakes alive, this was 60 years in the past! No wonder thingsseemed so strange, and i felt
so out of place, I felt strangely at home as well. How could this room be so strange and and familiar at the same time? I'd never seen it before, yet,
a part of me felt as if I knew every inch of this room. How else could I move around so easily in the dark, in a room that was not my own?
There was some sort of chat program I wasn't familiar with, or was I?
I logged on to it and went in a room. I was spoken to automatically by the other members in the room. Well, I thought, people weren't much different in
this past world as they were in the present one. Strange, while I was in the room, the screen reader apparently couldn't talk. I wondered why.
I was greeted in a moderately friendly tone, though I could tell I was not of their group, and they were not particularly interested in talking to me. Funny,how
I was sensitive to the slightest tone of voice. That was another thing I hated. It wasn't comfortable being so sensitive to voices. I hated it.
I was asked my location, and I told them I was in North Carolina. How did I know, in this strange past, that I was still in North Carolina? Yet, I did know.
I was asked to tell about myself, and when I told them I was blind, there was total dead silence for a minute.
I waited,as the silence continued, I had to conclude, that everyone else had left, and I was in the room alone.
I went in several other rooms, sometimes, the others left, sometimes, they just continued on, as if I'd never been there.
Quite suddenly, it was all over, and I was back on the couchwhere I had started, the book I had been reading still on my lap.
I had left that sceen with no one talking to me, and I had that strange feeling, that that had been all too familiar. The shoe had been on the other foot.
I had been treated the same we had treated the blind woman.
I got up, stretched, and went to bed, feeling decidedly uncomfortable.
Well that's it for tonight. this so much quicker, pasting it from one place to another. For some reason, I'm having trouble highlighting a lot of text in word pad. I'm trying to get it on my hard drive, because there's someone i want to send it to, but if the text is 10 kb or more, it won't highlight all I need it to, but only parts of it. Oh well, such is life I guess. wish I could find an answer to this problem. Well take care all, I'll try to put in another entry to it soon.
wonderqueen