Postby Phoebe » Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:18 am
Oh My God. You know, when you get old things start to go poorly. You decide to wear a device called a "breathing strip" that essentially turns your nose into a small pig snout. Then maybe your anemic blood is oxygenated for a change, and you dream things. You watched a movie about orcas and stuff. The boy in the movie grows old and you know him somehow, maybe through work. You exchange emails. Under the current terms of our agreement, I make no comment, says your email. Unable to forge a contract with better terms, this person visits you at home. You decide to leave so the two of you can talk contracts above the din, but your self driving car (we all have them now, alas) runs into a snafu at the first major stoplight. Group malfunction. The former orca boy/current man, being inexplicably handy with computer-controlled cars, fixes it and the car slips away from the rest. You want to know how he fixed it. Suddenly the contract matters less. You fling the current version out the car window and laugh. You're back in your hometown. You know where you are but not where today's restaurants are. But you find one! You go to a gas station/Mexican grocery; it turns out to have a hibachi. You eat tofu stir fry. A conversation ensues; you decide to leave your boyfriend, a guy named Kurt you knew only briefly in college and neither dated nor wanted to. As in real life, you never see nor talk to Kurt anymore, so breaking up with him should be painless for all concerned. Relieved, you write Kurt a goodbye note. When you're done, the orca boy has turned back into a boy. You take him to the bus stop, from whence he will return to the orcas of Patagonia. On your way home, you stop by the offices of the local newspaper, where you have a meeting with the editor. Dictator style, you make an agreement about how your press coverage is going to work. Why do you need press coverage? Your job is important in some way. ???