The Oracle Trilogy Book One Ohm's Node

The Imaginaries

'So!'

So?'

The girl with the oversized tee that pleaded PLEASE SHOOT ME! knew which way she wanted to go but couldn't, shouldn't, to maintain her fear of doom.

Her boyfriend and sex partner for the rest of life, took her shoulders and did the serious eye contact thing, causing an instant reflex of trying to squirm out of it.

'Charlie, look at me.'

'Nope.'

'Okay, don't. You said yourself, that something would eventually emerge from the woodwork, that it had to. Charley, it's gone Viral with a million comments just over night. What the fuck!'

'How could that be?'

'Because something has stepped out of the woodwork!'

'Oh, for fucks sake, you're dreaming! When everybody's hooked, they'll ask for squid and keep on increasing the price. It's a scam! Listen, y'all, it's a distraction like Tic Toc used to be, a device to addict us during Meltdown. It's what they do best, cajole us into babbling idiots, pablum for the masses while they scoot off to Mars and terraform the crap out of it.'

'What's the harm. We're all into writing, and how we met, and our own developing story of reimagining the future with microdosing. Charlie, this is it. There are no second chances. I'll bet you there are currently a thousand entries going in as we speak.'

'It's fiction!'

They talked over each other, the din bringing Scruff, the rescue cat in from the porch who skirted the noisy group and jumped up onto the table for a good view.

'Introspection, clarity.'

Cabbie, the crazy ass bitch with her blond, green tinged hair covering her face, threw her head back and looked at Charlie.

'No, it was an intention. An INTENTION! We do micro doses of psilocybin to create a more suitable inner space to get in touch with a larger unseen reality. We asked for this, and the universe responded. This is confirmation, shit, this is, we who we are, will be next! We have a map and a friggen blueprint, guys! No bullshit here but bending the time space continuum to escape this fucking apocalypse. Whoever is behind Book One and this is asking us to create Earths new story.

'But we're not super kids! This is high fantasy man and it's going to infect everyone with false hope. I'm telling you; they don't want more bullshit rioting and looting like last time. Stay home, read books online, make love with condoms, be happy!'

'I want to talk about Nana changing from old to young with a love for nature so deep and immersive that at first it was difficult to function.'

Onyx, face buried on the cushions of the sofa, spoke.

'So Freddie cries out on a LUNA computer, an algorithm kicks in, sends said stuff to a someone who assesses that they would be a likely story to begin with, sends the WHO and at the same time goes to grannies, does a major rehaul of her property, picks up Freddie and crew and plunks them down into it, setting off five alarm bells in Freddie until what, a beautiful blond chic takes his hand and leads him into the woods, whispers sweet nothings and French kisses him! A boy!'

'It's click bait! We get hooked and they begin to ask for money. That's it!'

'But then what the hell have we been waiting for, huh? We're wired for this! We've been tripping and praying for this! And suddenly, like things happen, it's here and you're a cynic!'

'It could be a metaphor for a highly developed chip but they're not saying. It's a shout out. It's begun.'

'Iboga? We've only tried that once and it wasn't the same.'