The Island of Dark Butterflies
Read this first - https://rantichrist.blogspot.com/2020/11/diverted.html
JEPH
SHEILS
MIRA
LILIAN
ZEN n FIZGIG
Lexi and Mathew packed up after their consummation event.
Returning the supplies to the bunker, Mathew noticed, behind a stack of boxes, a door frame poking out. Grampa Earl had another secret.
He put everything back where it was taken from in the bunker to the bunker, still glowing from the sad yet epic orgasm and cuddly goodness of the night before.
Eric was finishing up the SUPERPOWERS VEST.
Claudia was checking on the battery bank.
Lexi was finishing her book, a leftover from Mathew’s stint, CONVERSATIONS WITH NOSTRADAMUS part one, by Dolores Cannon.
Christmas was closing in upon the new fam, and the potent nostalgia, as pathetic as it was, got to ALL of them.
Mathew, as grateful as he was, for the fam and shelter and pot and pussy and … was still consumed by the prospect of his fantasy. The reality of having GONE IN was just like having a lifetime of crazy dreams; NOBODY could understand, it was his ultimate frustration. He could have empathy with anyone, BUT nobody could empathize with him. That Lexi cuddled and fed and devoured him still fell short somehow. Whatever it was that cautioned him against her had caved to his horny side. It was to prove to be the first slip down a slippery slope.
Despite Mathew’s love for Lexi, the first gal to truly embrace him fully, he was still a GINGER-FETISHIST, his latest celebrity crush was Abby Glover,
but now it was Mary Wiseman, the first STAR TREK character to drop an F-Bomb. Ensign Tilly was the crush, not actual Mary. Mary was just another libtard. But Ensign Tilly,
she was a chunky, geeky, time-traveller. Mathew is an idiot.
Why was he still killing time with sci-fi? FFS!
Christmas morning was less about Jesus’ fake birthday and more about an excuse for the foursome to celebrate. Celebrating their good fortune, LOVE, what’s next.
Truth is they were constantly in that state, as enlightened humans, and the holiday was pathetic redundancy; still, there is a certain romanticism around the day, indoctrinated since childhood.
Mathew remembered that as a kid when he went to the mall and did the thing, what he WISHED FOR was not circa 1981 Big Wheels or an RC Truck, he asked Santa for the MAGIC POWDER that allowed the reindeers TO FLY. When you are around 4 – 7 you’re about as close to your actual oversoul as you will ever be; that time is either buried, as with most humans, or with Mathew, cultivated.
The whole question of THE SANTA MYTH was actually quite influential. First was the contradiction of having been told that SANTA did this global deposition of gifts IN ONE NIGHT vs what he learned in elementary school, that Christmas was celebrated AT DIFFERENT TIMES in different countries. The next thing that did not add up, even for a 6 yo, was the physical logistics…
The ADULT LIARS just kept feeding him ‘MAGIC’.
Even at 6 yo Mathew held a true scientist’s skepticism.
These assholes went so far as to eat cookies, drink milk, and jingle some bells on the roof, Mathew awoke for none of it. Just give me my fucking toys from K-Mart. And then as he was playing with the first round of toys, he got guilted for not participating in Christmas.
This was the first sign to Mathew that Adults, and Adulthood were a fucking joke, and THEN came kindergarten. If Mathew was told the TRUTH, that Jesus was born MARCH 10th as he was, that the Pagan roots of the holiday involved reindeer-scrotum-munching Finlanders that dried out psychedelic shrooms on pine tree branches, maybe …
He also hated Christmas or NATIONAL ECONOMIC BOOST DAY – let’s just take Jesus out of it – because of the rampant consumerism, but mostly because he missed 14 of them with his daughter Lilian. If showering Lilian with gifts was the only reason for it, that was awesome, but he was denied that and so much more because some cunts in San Diego thought they were better than him * sigh * AMOR FATI.
That morning, unlike childhood, Mathew was not up at 5. It was just another day. Eric n Claud had actually gone out and gathered a pine, brought it down the hatch and decorated it. KEWL.
Under the tree was one BIG BOX for Mathew and nothing else.
Mat n Lexi were getting into the morning sex thing. Afternoon sex was best but the morning wood and morning dew demanded attention, plus there was no day of silliness inhibiting their natural urges.
As if in one selfish mind, they locked into a 69 and did the thing.
After … “Merry Christmas!”
* wipes mouth *
“Baby, your mouth hugs are soooo perfect!”
“And that thing you do with your curled-tongue, also nummers af!”
They showered quickly, got in they jammies and stumbled to the tree. The pine smell and blue n white blinking lights were actually kinda magical.
Eric and Claud had done pretty much the same thing but a half-hour later.
The kids were sipping coffee as the elder couple walked into the den with smiles.
“Mornin, kids!”
“Mornin, mom n dad!”
That was a long time coming for Lexi.
Ironically, despite his disdain for these silly holiday rituals, Mathew eyed the package waiting for him. It was not a Big Wheels or RC Truck.
Super Mom left the scene and returned with a tray of nugs and the bubbler. “Wake n Bake?”
“Tis the season,” Mathew got up and hugged Claudia.
As dank filled the air, mixing with pine tree smell, Manheim Steamroller also wafted in. This was quite the atmosphere - grown-up Xmas but with all the revelry and indulgence as if they were children.
“What should we do now?” Eric asked the fam, “I’m getting the munchies, sooo...”
“Yeah, pops, why don’t you and I go whip up some Lox n Bagels.”
“Ohhh, with the cream cheese and red onions, fuck it, let’s do some bacon on the side!”
“Thanks, Tjs.” Mat chimed in, he really did like Trader Joes, VOID had redneck chow in abundance but no smoked salmon.
Claud and Mat cozied up and the opportunity to question each other arose.
“Claud, when I was putting back the camping gear, I noticed a door frame behind some boxes, what is in that room?” Claudia paused suspiciously, “That was my dad’s office.” It was true.
“What, again, did he do to afford this place?”
“He was in aerospace, classified stuff.”
Mathew immediately thought of the Ben Rich quote.
“Have you ever gone in there to poke around? I mean, aren’t you curious?”
“No, hon, Earl always seemed haunted by something job-related and I’d rather keep his ghosts locked away.”
Mathew was now even more curious, whatever Earl was doing it could not have been more fantastic than what was under the tree. He thought to ask if he could go in, but decided to respect Claud’s feelings. Maybe one day Lilian would feel the same about him. Mathew had a hunch that Earl was part of Operation Paperclip or something like that.
“What nationality are you?” – not knowing her maiden name. The non-sequitur question was odd.
“Earl and my grandmother, Judith, were German...Enough about that, what are your intentions?”
“You mean with Lex? Uh, ...” Mathew also had a suspicious pause, “I do love her so much, and she IS wife material, no doubt there, but I think the long game is best here, I got burned before.”
“Jesus, Matty, you know Lexi is NOTHING like Kira!”
“I know but...”
He was saved by the breffis bell. Father and daughter came in with the pile of yummy. The fam feasted.
Mathew was still smoking Spirits and went to the top of the spire to smoke and think. What was Lilian doing this morning? What presents did they get her? Was he gonna try the vest out today? If so it could mean the end of this perfect domesticity. It didn’t have to of course, but who knows what being virtually omnipotent could do to a man.
“Matty, get ur ass down here and open it already!”
Lexi got off on making Mathew happy.
“Heard, be right there.”
Mathew and his peeps gathered round. “I feel bad I didn’t...”
“Stoppit, we know you have no job and were too consumed with other stuff, that Xmas and your vest coincide...”
“OK”
Instead of being in a plain cardboard box, they had made the box look like it was an actual product, with the words, in a futuristic font, with an explosive border, SUPERPOWERS VEST !!!
The thing was even wrapped in plastic and had a new smell.
“Omigod you guys, that is about the coolest thing ever, no, no, it IS.”
“Well, try it on!” Lex squealed.
“Just give me a moment to soak in this.”
Eric spoke. “Mat, it was an honor to fabricate this, I got to use new CAD software and I outsourced it, that thing is 3D printed titanium, kevlar, and carbon fiber.”
“Bouncy, sparkley tits!” Mathew picked it up, it weighed very little but felt super sturdy. It was not actually a vest, there were sleeves that terminated in armored gloves. The forearm had a gauntlet slash control panel.
Eric continued, “It is water-proof, it has a super-capicitor and kinetic charger as per your design, and as you requested, the fore SC is made with the left fist, aft right, but you can swap if that does not feel right. It has a compartment with shielded spare parts.
I looked into what Wilcock said about diode avalanche, Alexanderson, that Fogal transistor, so I’m hoping to figure out the superluminal comms.
“I think we will figure it out as we go, but that would be supercool.”
Mathew took his vest back off. When he was a kid and got a new bike for Xmas he’d have to wait till spring to ride it so, waiting a day or two… he was very anxious and knew he needed to be zen af to do this.
His fantasies became more fleshed out now that he had the SCV. This was defs an improvement over the Montauk chair which required a lot of processing, a lot of power and a qualified P5+ psychic to operate it, it was an improvement over the GE c204 which traveled in YEARS PER HOUR; it would suck if you wanted to travel very far. The Montauk chair projected a portal but with the SCV he would BE the portal. Mathew felt himself disassociating from Lexi, she felt it too, but totally understood.
“Matty, I know you have to go soon, you won’t forget me in your travels...”
* sobs *
“Baby, even if I am gone forever I can still come back a moment after I leave, right?”
She laughed as tears rolled down, “Yeah.”
“I could NEVER forget you, I promise I will return shortly after I leave.”
“Well, where are you going, I mean when are you going, I mean...”
“Can’t say for sure, but I want to go back to 1988, there’s something I need to confirm.”
She was getting frustrated with his vagueness, “Care to share?”
“Eh, ok, there was a UFO spotted hovering over my house one night. A guy was camping in the lot next door. He said he had seen a UFO and nobody believed him, later that day my dad came home with The Ithaca Journal, the headline read that a UFO was spotted all over Tompkins county. A few weeks later I developed a cyst in my left foot. At the time I had also just read COMMUNION. In hindsight I suspect that the cyst formed around an implant.”
“Holy fuck, so you wanna go back and see if you were abducted?”
“Exactly.”
Mathew failed to mention timenapping baby Kira. He failed to mention that the megalomaniacal omnipotence imparted by the SCV was turning him dark.
“I hope you find out the truth, wouldn’t it be funny if it turned out that YOU were the UFO?”
“I thought of that but I’m not a craft.”
“Right.” Lex was a little calmer now that she knew his plan, still a part of her thought she would never see him again. Lex had another gig to head to the next day, she didn’t need the $ but she enjoyed traveling and her career. “You know I am leaving tomorrow, so I guess you should too. We should make tonight special somehow.”
“Absolutely, babe!”
Lexi had Claudia go to Otto’s Jacket and Tjs again. Mathew loved kratom. She was concocting a seafood pizza recipe in her head. Claudia went and got the kratom and fixins. Mathew decided it was appropriate to watch his favorite time travel movie again – HAPPY ACCIDENTS.
That movie (DVD) was one of the first gifts he had given Kira, as a means of initiating her into his trip. Mathew did not know about gangstalking until 2017 but had always wondered why he was simultaneously blessed and cursed, why every few years someone would drop otherwise private moments they somehow knew about. He had told Kira about being the AC, not only did she accept it, she suggested she had had dreams and feelings about being Mary Magdelene, that she had a dream of having a future daughter named LILIAN...all kindsa nonsense to make him feel … as if they were Twin Flames. Still, the movie held a potency; time travel AND romance. That Kira was so committed to the fuckery, was so smoking hot, was so talented in her own right … he felt justified in fucking her right back. Oh, you wanna fuck your black-guy-handler, you wanna fuck some monster-cocked white-trash scumbag while I’m in jail, and then rub it in my face? You wanna reduce me to a beta-cuck idiot?
Life is not a movie,
it is far more intense and insane, and Mathew was going to prove it.
Super Mom returned, “Matty, I got the ten-capsule pack, hope that is good?”
“It is, Claud.”
“Call me mom.”
Mathew instantly recalled his step-mom saying the same when he was seven years old, how he resented her trying to adopt him when his ACTUAL mom lived 4 miles away. How she used his rejection as an excuse to be a cunt forever after, driving a wedge between him and his hen-pecked, spineless father.
But as Lex was not Kira, Claudia was not Linda.
“Thanks, mama, 10 pack is just right, it has been years.”
Mathew dumped the pack out on the counter, poured some water and swallowed them down. In a half-hour he would be in the fuzzy-blanket-embrace of his fav drug once more.
Lexi entered and gave Mat a kiss and butt smack. “Ooh, this will do!”
She immediately started prepping pizza crust, and the toppings; shrimp, scallops, imitation crab, white sauce, parm, garlic, chives, dill, basil. It was a huge pizza, for a hungry fam.
While the pizza was baking Eric busted out, once again, the bag of nugs and bubbler.
Mathew knew if he got so indulged he would not make it through the flick, so he only took one rip. The kratom was kicking in and he was feeling fantastic.
Lexi’s seafood pizza was wafting.
Fam settled in, and Mathew, feeling inspired, busted out a monologue:
“So, this flick, reminiscent of Kpax, drives home the intense love one man has for a woman, how he wants to save her, and how hopeful yet doubtful she is. It contrasts to our current situation … You guys, for whatever reason have NEVER doubted me, and Lex...” Mathew walked back to her from in front of the widescreen, and knelt before her, “You are my TRUE LOVE, you do not need saving, you have saved ME, so go to LA tomorrow and know that I fucking love you, this is not the kratom talking...”
Lex reached in and held him, “I know.”
With that, Matty collapsed on the floor. Eric n Claud took the sofa, the kids and the giant pan of seafood pizza sat on the floor. Matty hit PLAY:
One hour and fifty minutes later Lexi was in tears, Mathew was on the verge of passing out, and all were stuffed with Lexi’s latest.
“Matty, ur a freak but you tell a good story!”
Mat stirred, “What story, babe?”
Had she sympathized with Ruby and developed doubts?
Mathew jumped up, he was kinda pissed, “Are you cereal rot nah?”
“Simmer donnah, I’m fucking with you, ffs.”
“Not the time to f with me!”
Lexi was feeling her inner kitty, perhaps because she knew this bliss was gonna end, perhaps because the movie hit home a tad too close.
“Baby let’s go to bed.” Lexi’s eyes squinted, she wanted some extra naughty tonight so he would NEVER forget her.
A funny coincidence is that the actor in HAPPY ACCIDENTS, the character, MARK (Sean Gullette), SAM burnmed a j with, on the beach scene, was the SAME actor who played the main character in PI, the first movie Mat n Kira watched together on a laptop, because she liked DRAMA, and again, PI was another movie he thought would initiate Kira to his mad scientist trip…
“OK, Lexiness of power and glory.”
Matty was pretty fucked up, the kratom was peaking.
She grabbed his hand and led him to their room. Lexi pulled out the lube, spread her cheeks, pooched her backdoor and commanded, “Fuck my asshole, lord!”
It took a moment for Matty to catch up with his ultimate fantasy coming true. The Kira Sue became a size-queen for the same reason he longed for anal – FRICTION, she denied him, but had indulged herself with more endowed men. His average cock was never enough for Kira’s pussy, but for Lexi’s ass, it WAS JUST RIGHT.
Mat’s junk thrust to attention. In the intervening months he had gotten over his performance anxiety and linked mistrust of the females, Lexi was the 3D porn star every man longed for, as she said, “I know what boys want.”
Mathew membered his time with Amyellen years ago, she indulged EVERY fantasy; she swallowed his cum after expert oral, she let him DP her with her dildo under his cock, she let him titty fuck her when they were homeless in that shack hanging over the gorge, with spiders and a 6’ long black snake slithering up the tree, she let him video his cumshots on the HI8 camcorder they got for christmas….the same camcorder that saved hours of Lilian as a baby and toddler.
Mathew pierced Lexi’s butthole for the first time, she had enough experience with her dildo to know how to gape her goodness. That sphincter wrapped around him as he went in. After a few strokes they reached sync. She replicated her mouth hugs; open on the way in, tight on the way out. Christ, she was good. Mathew had no game to impart rather than lasting, and it was all he could do. A man has to pause every few strokes to last. It sucks for the gal but … With anal, the fever for pounding was the opposite; pleasure came from long and slow. For Lexi his 6.5” was absolute perfection. His timing was perfection. She reached to her clit and supplemented the pleasure he gave. She did not know it but her instinct was self-similar to how the two aspects of space itself, fucks itself. Gravity eases into the singularity, be it a proton, or cosmic blackhole, but it recedes, backs out with ecstatic precision, as something greater. Her womanly hotness was drawing his load out, stroke after stroke, he resisted the explosion likewise. A minute or so in Mathew had mastered his dick game, he could now cum or not at will. He wanted to stay in her like one wants to stay in a shower after a long day of working in the frigid cold. Lexi’s asshole was divine. She continued to diddle her strawberry skittle.
“You wanna sync this, baby?” Mathew gasped.
“Uh huh,” she sputtered back.
“How far are you out?”
“Just go, boy, I’ll meet you...”
WORDS had no
“Going for it!”
“Yes, baby, pound me now!”
* smack smack smack *
With one final big bang he pulsed his essence into her backside. Her muffin replied with her own deluge.
In ONE mind, in the throes of existential rapture, she again knew what he needed; as he layed on his back she backed up and dumped their mutual fluids onto him as he lapped it up like a dog. Mathew licked her nether regions clean. She curled off him and kissed him, hoping to get a taste of what just happened.
* SIGH *
* SIGH *
“You CUM back to me, right?” Lexi said, mockingly.
“Are you not a goddess?”
She had never given herself like that.
He had never known such joy.
Their toe-curls kept going for like, 10 minutes, as they both cuddled in the coziness of their bed, breath smelling of cum and girl goo; it was intoxicating and begged round two. It would have to wait, the kids passed out.
MEAN TIME
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Claudia drove Lexi to the nearest airport; she had an early flight to LA, and saying goodbye to Mat was redundant, she had already done it the night before. She did leave a note:
I FUCKING LOVE YOU
FOREVER, DUMBASS!
A lipstick imprint of her kiss
She had swiped her morning dew below, circled and noted with
SCRATCH n SNIFF
A pair of soiled panties next to the note as well.
How could he forget her?
Mathew woke up after another wacky dream: He was sky high, falling towards an island which was also a spire, thousands of feet high. It was natural but not. It was tropical. When he settled to the base of this spire there was a school of girls beckoning him to enter caverns carved in the base. He looked up and could not see the peak as it was now too high up. He jumped in the blue-green tropical bath water and swam into the caverns where girls laughter echoed…
Eric was up and at it when Mat entered the kitchen.
“Mornin, Mat.” He seemed particularly cheery.
“Mornin.” Mat was still half in REMland.
“Claud and I are leaving as well today so you will have the place to yourself.”
Mathew had not actually been alone in a long time, and it was a relief; his first step into the unknown should be alone, no expectations, no questions asked.
“Where’re ye guys going?”
“Second honeymoon, we are going on a multi-destination trip, starting with Germany so Claud can visit her fam there, then Denmark, then, we are not sure yet. Someplace tropical.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yeah, we are pretty excited, so uh, are you gonna try the SCV soon?”
“Yes. I just need some more time to think.”
Eric plated up some french toast, an omelet and fried taters.
“Here, I have left a little care package too, some cash, my burner phone number, keys to the place.”
“Thanks, man.” * nom nom *
“Eric,” Mathew took a serious tone, “If I don’t come home, please feel free to do whatever with the IP.”
“But you ARE coming home, right?”
“Eric, to tell you the truth, something evil is rising in me and I don’t know if I’ll be the Mathew you know after...”
“I understand, just remember Lexi, she is your rock.”
ERIC ACTUALLY DID NOT UNDERSTAND
“She is, but maybe I don’t want one.” Mathew paused and chose his words, “I will be Godlike, what kind of a God however … * sighs * remains to be seen.”
“I have no doubt you will do the right thing and come back to us.”
“I appreciate your confidence in me, always have, understand THAT, mmk?”
Mat came over and gave Eric a big, manly hug, no back slapping.
Each had a trip to prepare for.
Eric packed. Mathew made his way to the top of the spire with some pot and his mp3 player.
He listened to CONTROL HUMAN DELETE and began rocking, began breathing, really listening to
SHAPESHIFTING
Long forgotten tears they shed
Blooming
persistence of indistinguishable shapes
Pretentious lifeforms
unable to control
Fleshless and bloodless entities, now spread
across infinity
Projected on the background of reality
This
co-evolution echoes the shape of things to come
Exit chance.
Enter information. Unite the decoders
It's the greatest gift of
Prometheus to humanity
But does anybody really understand these
algorithms of physics
That process the path to eternity?
Exit
chance. Enter information. Unite the decoders
It's the greatest
gift of Prometheus to humanity
If following these space-time
curves
Light, fields and particles, will reverse the arrows of
time
If following these space-time curves
Light, fields and
particles, compute their own destiny
Cosmic downgrade. Morphing.
Decoding. The Prime Mover
If following these space-time
curves
Light, fields and particles, will reverse the arrows of
time
If following these space-time curves
Light, fields and
particles, will compute their destiny
Exit chance. Enter
information. United decoders
It's the greatest gift of
Prometheus to humanity
Claud got home after taking Lex to the airport, she was eager to see Mathew, “Matty!” She yelled and then noticed his earbuds. She let him do his thing and helped Eric pack for their trip.
Later, over lunch, “Lexi is soooo in love with you my darling, you can go be a chrononaut but you MUST come back to us!”
“I intend to mom.” He felt like a liar, but NOT disclosing his true intent was not lying, right?
“We are family now, even if you and her never marry or give us grand kids, you know that right?”
“Yes, and I love you more than you can imagine.”
That was true. Having a kid with Lex? The thought never occurred to him, despite Super Mom’s infrequent goading. But now it really sunk in. Amyellen was GOOD as a mate and was a pretty good mom for the time she was, Kira sucked as a mate and had no desire to be a mom – in her 20s anyway – Mat figured he would never have another chance, but for the soon timenapping of baby Kira. And if he did go through with that and brought her back to the bunker, how would he explain it? He would HAVE TO lie, but lying was the worst possible sin to him. He could just say that baby Kira was Lilian, that they would probably accept, but to just outright say, “This is my ex gf, the one I always talk shit about, she had a shitty childhood and I’m doing an experiment in nature vs nurture to see if she will still be a cunt after a GOOD, no GREAT childhood.” He could lie, but all the Lilian pics he’d shown them were of a blue-eyed girl, Kira’s eyes are practically black.
Claud n Eric were off, Matty was alone. Nothing but an eternity of free will ahead. Fucking with time seemed to be the ultimate test of that. Mathew assumed fatalism was a reverse-time product and free will a forward-time product, like negentropy and entropy are the same thing, just in different directions. He thought about his previous conviction or analogy – that a blackhole was a prism. Hawking radiation was just a math thing built on false assumptions. But as with any article of faith, there is an element of truth, in a round about, stack-of-bandaids kinda way. The information loss paradox of Hawking may not apply to a Kerr singularity or a rotating blackhole, what may be considered thermal radiation could just be the dissolving of the horizon into linear time. None of these physics luminaries understood, as he did, that the singularity, ergosphere and horizon were superpositioned and omnipresent, reducing everything to a ratio of a given sphere’s diameter to its vacuum energy density. The only difference(s) in space were vectors, scalars, and scale.
Mathew spent the night after Claud and Lex left thinking about goddamn EVERYTHING.
He woke the next morning, chugged a hemp seed, banana and almond milk smoothie and put the SCV on. It felt good. Maybe this is why the Hindus called Kalki THE MACHINE MAN. The right arm could use a railgun, and he thought about how that could be improved and incorporated into the SCVs power system. Yeah, a railgun, with a clip that wrapped around his forearm, maybe instead of a series of coils it could be made with a single GRADUATED capacitor stack that used increasingly thicker insulators towards the tip of the barrel?
Before he closed his right fist, he decided to do a porting test – due diligence. Experiment two proved that he was quantum phase shifting but he had not actually moved from the top of the silo spire. He returned there, flipped the power and left fist buttons and - made a fist. Again the slow explosion, the lucid dream, the shimmery xray vision. “4D” space was variable, just by thinking he could see 3D speed up or slow down while his mind stayed constant. Years of REMland and drugs had made this seamless.
(TO THE TREELINE)
Poof. There. It was a place he had been to and seen. OK.
Next test, a place he knew existed but had NEVER seen.
(100 FEET ABOVE OTTO’S JACKET)
Poof. Looking down on a building.
A full left fist was port mode, but as he unclenched, it put him in FLY mode, the only problem was that he was now visible as a ball of light. He knew this only because the light was brilliant and reflected off the surroundings below.
“fuck.” He ported to the ground and unshifted back to 3D.
Mathew went in to Otto’s, having never been in a Cannabis Cafe before.
As the door opened a bubbler sound was activated. His eyes met the gal behind the counter, of course she was a hottie ginger “fuck me.” he muttered inside.
“Hello,” she beamed, “Welcome to Otto’s!” Her eyes went to Mat’s odd outfit, “Is there a cosplay thing here in town or?”
“Oh, no, I’m on my way to one, just getting in character. (Lying was not so hard after all)”
“And what character is that?”
On his toes, “My buddy is starting a new comic and I’m helping him promote it by dressing up...”
“Oh, how cool, what’s your superpower?”
“Teleportation and Time Travel.”
This ginger gal was of a geeky bent, it was obvious from her outfit. “Well, your costume does not look very realistic.”
Was she being cereal or? “As if you have any idea what that tech looks like?!”
The door bubbled as a group walked in. “Hey Red, take care of these folks while I look around.” Mat offered with a cocky tone.
“K”
Sure enough the place had a Simpson shrine in the back, with everyone’s fav bus driver, OTTO.
The usual head shop fare. Mathew went to the shelf of nugs, all very tasty and stinky looking. Fuck, he did not bring cash. Mathew went to the bathroom, ported back to the bunker and grabbed $1000, then ported to the back of OTTO’s, he walked back in, door bubbles, Red looks up and shaking her head, “Wtf, I did not notice you leave, and I’m all Pavlovian with that door!”
“You must be extra high then.”
She just kinda grinned, making a mental note to check the camera footage later.
“May I ask your name?”
“I’m Jasmine but my friends call me Jeph.”
He held out his hand, “Mathew but they call me Matty.”
“Hi Matty, you never told me the name of the comic / character.”
“It’s called CHRONOCOITUS, the hero guy does not care about killing Hitler or righting wrongs, he just wants to create the most divergent timelines possible. So like he gives anachronistic gifts to certain people, and more disturbing things.”
Mathew was improvising but the idea of doing the opposite of typical time travel protocol was appealing.
“Intriguing...uh, so what can I help you with?”
“K, Jeph I’d like to sample ur finest nugs, maybe get one of those fancy new vaporizers.”
“Are you about sativa or indica…?”
“I imagine the strains are so specific these days, I want something heady and something for sleep.”
Jeph went through the schpiel and sold Mat a quarter of each, he picked out the most expensive vaporizer.
“Say, Jeph, are you free after your shift, I’m new here and would love to grab some munchies, figured ur a townie and ...”
She interrupted, “I’m engaged and my gf is kinda the jelly type.”
Mathew was feeling extra cocky. “So ur bi?”
“Yeah.”
“Whats ur girl look like?”
“Um, ur being a tad invasive here broseph!”
“Yeah, cuz I have never had a 3 way and you are hot as fuck, but if ur not into superhero dude’s that’s cool, I have to get to killing grampa when he was 10 years old nallat.”
Bubbles.
“Speak of the Sheila,” Jeph squealed in an Aussie accent. “Shei, meet my new time traveling friend Matty, he wants to fuck us.”
“Is thet roight?”
Mathew grinned, “Now that I see you..., I mean ur hot n all (She was, black dreads, piercings), but I’m really all about the ginger hotness, guess you could watch.”
“Nout in a million yeaz, mate.”
“Have you ever had a didjeridoo played between your thighs?”
Sheila was now feeling a bit charmed and ran with it. “Sau, you ploy didj?”
“I do,” Mathew was having fun flirting, he never really did that before, at least with such random confidence.
“Whet’s with the git up?”
Jeph, butted in, this Matty guy was obviously an attention whore and she was not having it, “He’s on his way to a cosplay thing.” Part of her was wanting to bring this wacko home, he was too silly to be dangerous. “Sheils, Matty here was hoping to get a bite to eat before he’s on his merry way, would you wanna hit Steve’s?”
“Sure, why doun’t you close shoup while me and the time travella chet outsoide.”
“K, babe.”
Mathew had all but forgotten Lexi and the mission, he was in the moment and he was running with it.
Sheila asked, “Whet music do you loike?” She lit an American Spirit
“Mostly industrial black metal, but I also like sappy emotional stuff too, could I bum a spirit?”
She passed him one.
“Forgive me for profiling, but I assume ur in the industro-goth spectrum as well?”
“Yep. Do you really wanna fuck us both?”
“Uhhh...”
“Cuz oi’m thinkin bout it, I’m bi and it’s bin awhoile since eitheh of us es goutten the D, and we ain’t about te cheat.”
“Ur name is really Sheila?”
“Yes, playse say nuthin.”
“K”
“What is Steve’s?”
“The townie food truck, it’s the boumb”
Jeph exited without checking the camera, Mat just blew $500 so he was cool enough.
“To Steve’s then, it’s just a couple blocks ahead.”
The girls took Matty by each arm, he swapped the cig to his left hand and without thinking…
POOF.
They were in front of Steve’s.
Sheils and Jeph just stood there. Mathew dropped the half-smoked Spirit, turned the power off.
“So this is
Steve’s let’s see what munchies he’s got!” He slinked out of
their arms and walked over to the chalkboard menu. Ooh, there’s
some good shit. Fried Chicken on top of green curry and stickyrice?!
Fuck yeah." Mathew ordered that.
The girls turned to each other, “THE FUCK WAS THAT, DID YOU?...” Jeph gasped.
“Yep.” Sheils was not phased at all, “We’re gonna take this guy home, ok?”
They walked up to him, “Jya find something appealing, besides us I mean?” Jeph asked, still shaking a bit.
Mathew glanced at her and walked over to the picnic table without a word. He busted out the nugs and packed a bowl. The girls followed him, like the first of his groupies. He hit the bowl and passed to Jeph.
“Ladies, I’m sure you will speak nothing of this, as if anyone would believe you,” He choked back the hit and…
* cough, COUGH, COUGH *
“Holy fuck, this Colorado shit is tight.”
“Ye know whud else is toight, Metty?” Sheils was now seducing him.
“Oh, Sheils, you temptress, he is all about the ginger minge!” She giggled, “Isn’t that right?” Nodding to Mat.
Mathew flashed back to Lexi. If he indulged this night, he might as well bail on the whole fam now.
They were buzzing with curiosity, he was just hungry and existential. As hot as they were … fuck.
They kept pestering him with questions he managed to avoid answering and then the plate of yummy arrived. Mathew woofed it down.
“Sheils, Jeph, I need to take a leak.” Mathew walked behind the food truck and kept walking. He hit the power back on.
Left Fist
(SPIRE)
POOF
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He wondered if Lex was ever tempted like this, surely she mingled with handsome dudes in her travels? Then it hit him, the little accident that just happened proved he could port another human. GOOD. Then it hit him, he could go see Lexi RIGHT NOW if he wanted. Maybe he could just remote view her?
Left Fist
(SHOW ME LEXI RIGHT NOW)
Just like a dream sequence suddenly shifting to a new scene, the silo scene around him switched to a scene of Lexi in a bar. She was making out with a guy.
All the shittiness Kira made him feel as a beta cuck now came rushing back. He was not in love with Lexi as he was with Kira, he was no longer a fucking beta, and then he felt relief. This is just how women are, and now it is who he was. The hopeless romantic, monogamous part of him died then and there. GOOD. He knew now he could remote view, reliably, and in HD. Time to try on slut pants.
He’d crammed more science into the past few hours than most physicists do in their whole career.
He took the vest off, took a shower, and prepared to meet Sheils and Jeph.
Refreshed and smelling of Black Spruce essential oil, and a spritz of Axe Avalanche, clean shaven, and literally glowing, he got the SCV back on, took a few deep breaths:
Left Fist + Right Fist
(RETURN TO LAST PORT SPACE 2 SECONDS AFTER I LEFT)
The girls noticed his face and smell were different.
“Thanks for waiting, ladies!”
They got up from the picnic table and hugged him. This felt different, and good, and right.
He’d actually always fantasized about having two gfs, one ginger, one brunette. He’d come up with a few combos already, from the porn star realm, Heather Caroline and Heather Night,
HEATHER CAROLINE
HEATHER NIGHT
from yt fame, Karen Alloy and Sydney Watson,
KAREN ALLOY
SYDNEY WATSON
from ASMR land, Juliet Says and Ginger
(Megan) ASMR…
GINGER ASMR MEGAN
JULIET SAYS
Sheils n Jeph it was.
“You wanna come back to our place then?”
“Fuck that, where do you REALLY wanna go?”
“Ouh, sheet, he’s serious!”
“I am, bust out your phone, go to Google earth and pick someplace.”
Jeph, did just that.
“Wait, I’ll pick, image search PLITVICE LAKES.” Then he membered it was also winter in Croatia.
“Nevermind that, I want someplace hot.”
Sheils jumped in, “Oi know jist the sput, it’s neeah moy ometown, show im Butterfloy Gorge, it should be blazin and beautiful this toime of yeeah.”
“Oh my, I do love gorges, that looks splendid.” Mathew took a moment to focus on that spot, that continent.
“Ya’ll ready?”
“yep.”
“Uh huh.”
And with that they took his arms.
Left Fist
(100 FEET ABOVE BUTTERFLY GORGE AUSTRALIA)
POOF
Chilly Colorado back-alley turned to 95 degree, deserty, gorgey, daytime Butterfly Gorge.
The trio floated down to the rocky ledge of a waterfall. There were a few tourists down river, they did not notice them. The girls got into bra and panties. Mathew was not about to take that vest off. It was kinda bulky and not conducive to summer fun but it was too valuable. Understanding now that he was a spectacle and the cosplay thing was not gonna fly in most situations he decided an olde timey leather duster would cover it up, save for the gloves, oh well.
Sheils had massive boobs that were barely contained, slightly chunky, but that was sexy. Jeph had virtually no tits, was skinny and that was sexy. She was super freckly. Mathew took a deep breath and watched the girls slip into the river. This was fucking awesome, no doubt. Like Beavis and Butthead with a hall pass he could, “go anywhere and do anything.”
As the girls splashed and made out he began thinking of all the variations of a 3-way. Fucking the top girl as they 69’d would be hot. Bottom girl could lick sack, eat top girl’s creampie. They could blow him at the same time. He could lie down and eat one while the other did cowgirl. Mathew was getting hard n gooey thinking about it and watching their wet bods with clingy, semi-transparent undies.
The hopeless romantic was crawling out of the grave. Sex fantasies are reflexive, the real fun was thinking about how he could make them super happy, how they could be a throuple. Then he thought about those dudes who led double lives, two fams, nallat. He would have to go back to Eric, Claud, and Lexi at some point, but he could live for forty years in one life and STILL go back to them whenever.
Clinging to the past just seemed stupid now. Still, he could not run from the pain and anger, the desire for justice.
He could now RV exactly what they did to Lilian, what happened that night when he was 13 and any other fucking thing he wanted. Ironically it was this realization that made him stop taking ORMUS, there were things he DID NOT want to see or know, it either ruined his faith in people even more, took the mystery out of life or imparted levels of responsibility he did not want.
“Matty, come join us!” The girls shouted in unison. He really wanted to. Did Eric say the SVC was waterproof? He couldn’t remember.
“Next time, OK.” he shouted back.
Shiels n Jeph both took a sad face and immediately made their way to him.
“Whatsa matter?”
“I can’t take this thing off, it is my precious.”
“But how are we gonna make fuck with you being cyborg guy?”
“Cosplay, bitches, member?”
They all laughed.
“Listen, I can take this off, and I will, but I need a secure place to store it, and I need time to build trust with you.” Mathew was dead serious.
“We understand, dude.” Jeph, being a geek, got the PRECIOUS reference.
They were quickly falling for Mathew and he they.
“I see no reason for you two to ever go back to your McJobs, I can set us up anywhere, have you seen the movie JUMPER?”
“I have, you actually kinda look like Hayden Christensen.”
“Right, so you see where I’m headed with that.”
Sheils, “Whet is he taukin bout?”
“Dudeman teleports into banks and ...”
“Oh, roight.”
The girls looked at each other, got totally naked, pushed Mathew to the ground and straddled him. Sheils took his pants down and pussy slid his junk while Jeph rubbed her musky muffin into his grill. They faced each other and made out.
I guess that’s a Texas-Sized 10-4. It’s a good thing the vest is so well built, those gorge rocks were brutal.
LATER…
“Will you two be my wives?”
“Yes”, again in unison.
“Will you be my queens?”
“YES!”
“Will, you let me spoil you?”
“YESSSS!”
“Let’s go find a bank. I figure we can launder it or spend it before anyone knows it is gone.”
“But we need to go back to Colorado to tie up loose ends.”
“Unless you have pets, that’s a hard no.”
“We do. We have two ferrets, Zen n Fizgig.”
“Awwweee, The Dark Crystal is my fav movie.”
“Mine too!” Jeph smiled.
“Ok, tell ye what, in order to establish trust, since we have known each other for a couple hours...er, I know we just exchanged goo and teleported n stuff, but seriously, I want you two, and if you want me...”
“What?”
“Sheils, you have family nearby. I will drop you off there. Give me your address back in the states, I will get your ferrets, can’t wait to meet them btw, I’ll be back at this exact location in 3 days. In the meantime make your calls, tell ur peeps whatever, and then we’ll get this party started.”
Mathew wanted to get this original fantasy and shit dealt with first.
He got their addy, they got dressed, they ported to Sheilas backyard. They all kissed, head-booped, and then POOF, he was back to the spire, exhausted.
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BABY KIRA
Mathew decided to deal with the baby Kira mission before anything else, he still had to keep his wits about him. He was about to destroy a family and he did not care. All the stories Kira told him about her childhood… Besides, that is just one timeline.
As he crawled into bed, SCV secured, he reflected on his new gfs, how fucking fast and easy that was. Guess the PUA crowd, the fuckboys, were gonna haveta rethink their strategies. He thought about how easily he was suckered by Lexi and that his intuition was correct. Reserving himself in that regard was a lesson Kira had taught him. He was truly sigma now. Zero fucks given but still able to love. He then decided the thing to do was to move his girls to an island where fucking other men was not an option, where there were no satelites and no project soul catcher, no cba scumbags watching him jerk off…
He passed out with dreamless, restless, yet deep sleep – thanks Jeph, thanks OTTO’s – for only about 30 minutes. It was weird. But porting and thinking that hard and getting high af may have had something to do with it.
Going back to 1988, grabbing the baby Kira, then coming back to the bunker? Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
He recalled Kira saying that as a baby she cried a lot. He would try to alleviate that condition with tlc, maybe a bit of cannabis. Maybe it was some vibe in her home, or cat piss smell, or her soul already hating the world. His first order of bidnas was to get a duster or trench coat to hide the SCV, so he went back into town and walked around. People kept looking at him and he just kept repeating “cosplay.”
He first checked the Army/Navy Surplus. Sure enough there was a nice black trench coat but it was too small. He would look for something a bit more fashionable. There was a goth clothing store, prolly where Sheils got her stuff. There it was, a big, bad, black jacket with all the trimmings. Next on the list was diapies, wipes, formula, bottles and assorted baby stuff. His new look and presence in the local Target was made more suspicious by all the stuff for baby Kira. Well, he thought, all kindsa weirdos have children. He ported back to the bunker and prepared a nest for her in Lexi’s king-size memory foam bed.
Left Fist + Right Fist
(1988 BABY KIRA’S CRIBSIDE AS SHE SLEEPS AND PARENTS ARE ELSEWHERE)
POOF
Even directions that specific were fulfilled. He cradled her up and set her in the sling, tossed a note in the crib. It read:
YOU’RE HORRIBLE PARENTS
Left Fist + Right Fist
(THE BUNKER TWO SECONDS AFTER I LEFT)
POOF
He laid her down, she was still sleeping. Mathew was overjoyed, remembering these moments with Lilian. Baby Kira had baby smell. He played some forest rain sounds, dimmed the lights, covered her and laid next to her, and just stared at her. He fell asleep, feeling a level of contentedness he’d never known. It was only going to get better, he thought.
13 HOURS LATER…
He had no idea how long he was out, but he was curious why baby Kira had no woke him. He stumbled up and turned the light on.
The baby was gone. In her place was a 13 yo Kira Sue, herself just now stirring.
Wilcock had mentioned something about this. It clicked; YEARS PER HOUR, Age PROgression, how everyone in heaven settled at 25 biological years. She was also glowing, her skin was shiny, a slight shimmer hovered around her. Her hair was like, four feet long. Her finger nails and toe nails were also long and hideous looking.
HOLY FUCK.
He immediately went for Lexi’s beauty kit. And wipes.
Kira was still lying on top of a diaper which had received her last bm. It was quite a sight.
She picked her head up and just stared at him. God’s she’s so beautiful, except for the nails and poopy butt.
“Kira,” He had no idea if she could comprehend anything, “Baby girl, you had a little accident." he grabbed her legs to lift her bottom up. A flash of him doing the same to prop a pillow under her ass so he could hammer-fuck her. He wiped her clean and tossed the diaper off the bed. She did not blink, react or speak. He trimmed her nails, she was putty.
“OK, ur good!” Mathew smiled, she just stared back blankly. 13 yo virgin Kira - the thought of doing something perverted occurred to him but he was defs in daddy mode.
“You must be starving?” She was not, in-fact, she was sucking in so much aether to support the rapid growth she had a noticeable gravitational field, it was like she was static clingy but with anything. The blanket stuck to her as she sat up. Mathew took her hand and helped her up, pulling the blanket off. He posed her arms out. He was feeling extra shitty right now because she really was super sexy. Kira’s little tits just a tad littler, ass a tad littler, no acne, super long hair. He put the fuzzy robe of Lexi’s on her and kissed her cheek. She was still. The Kira he knew was so maniacal and animated, histrionic is the right word. Seeing her like this was endearing, it was peaceful. For practical purposes he shaved her hair off, she was like a living doll, just letting him do whatever. The Kira he knew stopped him from eating her pussy at one point.
The evil thoughts kept coming into his mind. Maybe just a little grope? For science. He had to get SOME reaction. I mean don’t they spank newborns? He reached between her legs.
At that moment, 1,784 miles away, the original Kira Sue, now 32, was sitting at her desk at work, on the phone. She was a receptionist for a lawyer now, no doubt fucking him. All the sudden she had the distinct feeling of being diddled. It was quite distracting and trying to focus on the call was difficult.
She chalked it up to having her IUD replaced recently…
Then, let’s call her Kira Too, no, let’s call the glowing teen being diddled by her dad/bf/timenapper, let’s call her Mira, uttered out of the blue, “I’ll be sure to tell Sam you called.”
Mat jumped back. Not the reaction he was hoping for but it shocked him out of the perversion.
Mira went back to staring, but she crawled back into bed and began to masturbate.
“Ok.” Mathew knew in a few hours Mira would stop growing, stop glowing and want food.
For now he watched her diddle her skittle. He got down on the floor for a closer look and joined her. At least he wasn’t fucking her asshole like he always wanted to. Kira was both a perv AND prude, just another level of fuckery, intentional or not. Mira barely noticed Mathew but that was fine with him.
It would seem that Kira and Mira were non-locally influencing each other, like Mathew’s digital clone was used for neo-voodoo.
Mathew put on the SCV and RVd The Kira Sue to see where she lived, what she was up to. If he saw her fucking some guy he defs did not care anymore, he was getting his and more. It was nice being a true sigma now. Kira lived in Ithaca still, a green house on Albany, she was at work and would be home in a few hours. Close enough. He would time it just right.
Mathew went into Lexi’s closet and pulled out thermals, BDUs, a turtleneck, flanel plaid, socks, undies,...Put them on the living doll Mira. Even this was crossing his dad and bf wires.
The experiment was not a total fail. 20-something Mira was not a cunt, she was nothing, a blank slate. Perhaps in time the oversoul she and Kira shared would bifurcate, incarnate and give her some personality, some memory. He would do a follow up in a few years.
He went to the desktop and printed a short letter to Kira. With Mira bundled up he grabbed Lexi’s fuzzy handcuffs and a Snickers bar.
He had Mira’s posable arms go around him.
Left Fist
(IN FRONT OF KIRA’S HOUSE)
POOF
Mathew handcuffed Mira to the railing and sat her on the stoop, wedged the envelop in the door. He unwrapped the Snickers bar, put it in her hand. She did not even know how to feed herself. He kinda shoved it in her mouth. Kira knew something about sucking BBC so this should …
Left Fist
(BUNKER)
POOF
Kira turned the corner a moment later and noticed someone bundled up on her stoop. It started to flurry. She approached her stoop and the pink handcuffs shouted out.
“Um, hello? Are you ok?”
Mira said nothing. She had melted chocolate on her lips and hands.
“What the hell?” Kira could not figure out who would be pulling this weird prank, probably an ex bf. She pulled out her phone and shone the light. She went weak in the knees and felt a bit nauseous.
She glanced around and noticed the envelope.
As she read the letter Mira spoke the words:
THIS IS YOUR TWIN SISTER, MIRA. YOUR MOM NEVER TOLD YOU. SHE WILL DENY IT, BUT THEN YOUR PEOPLE ARE LIARS, AREN’T THEY? SHE LOOKS YOUNGER THAN YOU BECAUSE SHE NEVER DRANK OR SMOKED OR HAD SEX. SHE HAS AUTISM BUT HER VEGAN DIET IS HELPING. WE THOUGHT SHE WOULD RETURN TO NORMAL MORE QUICKLY IF SHE HAD HER TWIN TO HELP HER. THE PROGRAM.
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Mathew had to reassess his next mission, he had run a few scenarios regarding revenge and reuniting with Lilian. He could simply kill them, kill them with a speech, make them kill themselves, he could fuck with them, he could turn them in. But then he membered what RDSV said, the best thing was to give them the option of confessing and turning themselves in. While killing Marc, Linda and Becky, and what the hell, kill Becky’s fagtarded husbands who were no doubt complicit … while that would make him feel better, it was not really justice.
The thing to do was: Mathew RVd first for intel.
Left Fist
(SHOW ME WHAT HAPPENED AFTER MARC AND LINDA TOOK LILIAN)
This is the scene that unfolded: The former father and step-mother were nice the first day, but then they started with the interrogation and parental alienation, telling Lilian that he and Amy were horrible and poor and never wanted her. They kept her in a chair for two hours, forbidding her to get up. They then showed her porn and told her little girls always do nice things for grown-ups. Then they put her in a bath and told her to touch herself. Then Marc got his old man dick out and had Lilian give him a hand job. This routine Panda’d her for two weeks until she was ready to go to San Diego for further SRA.
Mathew’s blood was boiling. He choked down the rage.
He played SLAYER – YOU AGAINST YOU - https://youtu.be/2zhi3FmTUFg
“You are so fucked old man!”
Mathew googled SPY CAMS and found just the right one. Spy cam acquired he LEPT to 2006, Marc and Linda’s log home in Cayuta while they were getting Lilian. Two weeks later he retrieved the camera.
Becky was next. He had no interest in bringing her to justice, she was too entrenched in the Child Trafficking via CPS thing, everyone around her was part of it.
He ported to San Diego with footage of Nana and Papa molesting their grandchild. As he hovered above the home of this cunt he thought of a cool way to kill her.
He saw Lilian, now 17, he had not seen her in 14 years, she was drawing out her secret pain.
He decided a family reunion was the best way to go about this. He ported to Marc in his sleep, ported him back to Becky’s back yard, zip tied him and duck taped him. Did the same to Linda. These fat old wastes of flesh were now shaking but not struggling, they knew the reckoning was upon them.
Mathew walked around to the front of the house feeling like Bill Williamson in Rampage, and he pounded on the door.
BAM BAMM BAMMM!
Becky opened the door, her fagtarded husbands were elsewhere. At first she did not recognize the man before her, the Mathew she knew 20 years ago had a black devils lock, this guy had a shaved head and white beard. But the eyes were the same smoldering blue-grey.
“Mathew, I’m calling the police!”
“Please do, you wretched whore.”
As Becky pulled her phone out, Lilian poked her head around the corner behind her. Mathew’s heart sank upon seeing his Lilian again.
“Baby girl!” He shoved Becky aside and went in. “It’s me, your REAL dad!”
Lilian slumped to the floor and began crying hysterically.
He wanted to console her but it was pointless as things were about to get way worse. Becky was fuming and began to hit Mathew, he assumed she would probably break out a kitchen knife and preempted that by knocking her out. Lilian then began laughing.
“Daddy, I have wanted to do that for so long!” * SOBS *
She got up and they hugged.
“Lilian Raina Whitney, let me look at you,” he took her hands and looked into her beautiful, familiar eyes. “I have missed you so much, I have nightmares about you all the time, every time you are still little. They rip you out of my life over and over. I cannot imagine what ...”
“Me too, I have had dreams of you rescuing me!” They both cried.
"Before we go I have to make it right, this will be hard for you to watch."
Mathew cast the footage of Lilian being violated onto the 60” 4K Vizio and looped it. He dragged Marc and Linda into the living room and stared at them. They looked away.
“Lilian dear, do you remember this?” Mathew pointed to the tv.
It was coming back to her. “I never believed them, daddy. I knew you had anger issues but you were not the monster, THEY were, obviously!”
“What should we do with them?”
Lilian dropped her pants and undies. She got up on the couch and pissed on her Nana and Papa.
“Oh, that was good!” Mathew and his daughter were more alike than he could imagine. “If had to poop right now Aunt Becky’d have a steamer on her grill.”
Lilian reached over and hugged dad again.
Just then a knock on the door. Mathew was not to kill anyone that day. He welcomed the officer in. Mathew explained briefly what was happening and warned the officer that if this was not on the news that night bad things would happen. Like orbital DEWs will rain hellfire upon San Diego bad.
With that he grabbed Lilian and returned to the bunker. He did not care that the cop saw him port.
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Father and daughter spent the next day watching home movies of Lilian, laughing, crying, eating and catching up. The letters she sent to Gramma Phyllis were true, she really was an honor student and a super geek, artist and music junkie, with dreams of being an aerospace engineer. The question of nature vs nurture had been answered. She was JUST LIKE him. Mathew’s heart swelled with overflowing joy and pride.
He knew now that his self-indugent fantasies had been diverted, he was going to save ALL the children from the shitlord demons of this world, that used and abused them. Even if he had to mass-euthanize the too far gone, death would be better than being locked in cages and raped and tortured.
He membered Sheils and Jeph, he had to go back to Australia with Zen and Fizgig.
He and Lilian talked it over. She knew her future too, of working for NASA or JPL was pointless, her daddy had surpassed every known vehicle, every known technology. The only thing left to do was to be a super hero. For Mathew Lilian became his only true and trusted friend, but he was soon to have another – HIS hero, Robert David Steele Vivas aka OGMIOS.
Mathew explained the situation with his two wives. Becky had two husbands so the idea was nothing new to Lilian. She hugged him and they ported to the addy Sheils gave him. The ferrets had not eaten in a couple days but were happy to see someone. He put them in the same sling he put baby Kira / Mira in and then they were off to Australia.
Sheils and Jeph were camped out in Butterfly Gorge at the exact same spot they had landed at days before. A bright light appeared above them at dusk and they exploded.
“He’s back, he’s back!”
“Was there any doubt, my dears? Here’s Zen and Fizgig, and here is my long-lost baby girl, Lilian Raina!”
“Hi Lilian, Mathew did not tell us about you, but then we have only just met...”
“Weelcome to Ostrealia Lili!” Sheils leaned in and hugged her. The wives were only 5 years older than she.
Sheils and Jeph explained to Mathew and Lilian that just hours before the big one hit SoCal, the epicenter was San Diego.
“Good timing, daddy!”
“Yeah, fuck San Diego.”
Mathew played Aenima on Jeph’s phone. https://youtu.be/rHcmnowjfrQ
“Arizona Bay now”
“To Arizona Bay and Bill Hicks!” Jeph knew.
The girls had a bowl ready to go.
Mathew got up from the campfire, “I need to go get supplies, brb.”
A moment later he reappeared, dumped a big bag on the ground and pulled out some beer, an assortment of munchies, a tent, sleeping bag and sleeping pad for Lilian.
Now Mathew had a REAL fam, HIS fam, soon he would have thousands of adopted children. Children that needed a place of refuge, of rehabilitation. These dark children would find a chrysalis in the form of an island, far from the shitty DUMBs they knew. A sunny, beautiful place where they would know only love and freedom. Lilian would show them how, on The Island of Dark Butterflies.
Next thing to do was google earth that island, contact RDSV, and train Lilian on the SCV.
Cuddled between his wives, his mind was swirling. “Raina, you good?”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Good night, my dearest!”
SHIT GETS WEIRDER - Part 3 - https://rantichrist.blogspot.com/2021/03/projekt-sonnenblume.html
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