Wednesday, June 14, 2023

Microstory 1908: Proctor, Proctor, Help Me, Help Me

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My Parole Officer: Hello, hi. I’m glad I found you. I seem to be lost. Could you point me in the direction of Kansas City?
Street Proctor: Never heard of it.
Parole Officer: Oh. What is the city we’re in called?
Proctor: Kansas City, Missouri.
Parole Officer: That’s what I said.
Proctor: No. You just said Kansas City. There is no such thing. It would be like calling this country America when it’s the United States of America.
Parole Officer: Okay, well, it’s not the same thing. People call it that all the time, and there’s not usually any ambiguity. You should have assumed what I meant.
Proctor: You’re already here in Kansas City Missouri. Why would you ask to go somewhere when you’re already there? I figured you were trying to talk about something else. It would be like asking for a glass of water while you’re holding a glass of water.
Parole Officer: Umm...
Proctor: If you’ll excuse me, I’m on patrol.
Parole Officer: You’re not moving.
Proctor: That’s why I always get myself assigned a corner. I can see my entire day’s jurisdiction without having to move.
Parole Officer: Something’s wrong here. Who is the President of the United States?
Proctor: The president? There is no such thing. You can have a president of a neighborhood, maybe, but perhaps you mean the National Commander?
Parole Officer: Yeah, sure. Who is the National Commander?
Proctor: Commander Apostle Virtue.
Parole Officer: Apostle Virtue. That’s their real name?
Proctor: Of course it is. Why?
Parole Officer: Yeah, this is definitely the wrong world.
Proctor: What was that?
Parole Officer: Nothing. Never mind. Don’t worry about it. Listen, I’m homeless, and I don’t have any money. Is there perhaps a shelter nearby, or somewhere else I could stay to get out of the elements.
Proctor: Is that a joke? Please tell me that you’re joking.
Parole Officer: I wish I was, but I’m afraid I’m not where I should be, and I need some help. I know the law, I shouldn’t sleep out on the streets, but I don’t know where I can go. I’m obviously very unfamiliar with this area. I’ve traveled from far away.
Proctor: Oh my God. Why did it have to be my corner? Months without incident, and then you show up to make things more complicated. The paperwork, the paperwork...
Parole Officer: I don’t think that’s necessary. Just tell me where I can go. I’ll get there myself, even if it’s far. I don’t mind walking.
Proctor: No, I have to arrest you.
Parole Officer: What? Hey, watch it! Why exactly are you handcuffing me?
Proctor: Homelessness is illegal. You could have gotten away with it, and stayed hidden, but you went and confessed to me. Now I have no choice. Don’t resist.

Tuesday, June 13, 2023

Microstory 1907: Introduction to Conversations

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Nick Fisherman: Guess who’s back with an off-brand old bag of tricks?
Tavis Highfill: What’s that now?
Nick: I’ll be the one asking the questions!
Tavis: ...were you gonna—
Nick: That sounds like the start of a question!
Tavis: It’s you. You’re back with an old bag of tricks. What does—I mean, I wonder what bag you’re referring to.
Nick: Do you remember a few years ago when we did the Interview Transcripts microfiction series, involving all kinds of different interview types?
Tavis: Yes, I recall.
Nick: We’re doing that again, except not as interviews. These are just general conversations.
Tavis and Nick: *salute* General Conversations.
Tavis: Why do you salute with your middle finger, fourth finger, and pinky?
Nick: Because no one else does.
Tavis: Fair enough. Tell me about these conversations. Are they going to be real conversations that you’ve had with real people?
Nick: Absolutely not. I could not, and would not, betray someone’s privacy like that. Hey, wait a minute. First of all, I thought I told you that I was the one asking questions, and also, I seem to remember saying something like this last time.
Tavis: You probably did. You’re not very original or creative.
Nick: Well you’re me, so...
Tavis: So, great. A new series. It’s been a long time since we’ve done one of those.
Nick: Yes, it’s very exciting, and also very stressful. I’m worried that I don’t remember how to start a story anymore.
Tavis: I’m sure you’ll figure it out.
Nick: Thanks.
Tavis: I wonder if these will take place in the same universe as the interview transcripts, or in some other specific universe, or whether you won’t think much about it while you’re writing them.
Nick: They will actually take place in a new universe.
Tavis: Does that mean it’s completely new, or you’ve just not mentioned it before?
Nick: Not tellin’.
Tavis: *laughs* Very well, then.
My Parole Officer: Hey, usually when you do a fake conversation in one of your nanofiction tweets, I’m involved. Am I going to be a part of this too?
Nick: Yes.
Tavis: Really? Wow. Okay, that’s weird. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Monday, June 12, 2023

Microstory 1906: Thoughts On Mateo Daily

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I can’t believe that this story arc is over. Not too long after I first came up with the weekly scheduling format for this series, I decided that there should come a time when I alter that for in-universe reasons. I waited eight years for what would become Mateo Daily, and while I never really know what’s going to happen too far down the line in the story, it now feels more up in the air than it has in the past. I made some mistakes during this arc—I’ll admit that—and left some threads loose. If you were to read my nanofiction tweets, for instance, you would hear Dalton mention that his compatriot is Heath Walton, who is a recurring character in Mateo Daily. I ran out of time to explain that twist, and now the only way I’ll be able to get to it is just by a throwaway line, or maybe a cameo. I introduced characters who were less important than I thought they would be, and others were left hanging. I’m sure that there are plot holes too. It’s really hard to keep track of where everyone is, what they’ve recently done, and especially what they know. Has Character A ever met Character B, and if not, have they at least heard of them before? I write about time travel, so it’s often fine, because when in doubt, I can just say, yeah, they met...a hundred years from now, and in an alternate timeline. That trick didn’t always work when they were in the Third Rail, so forgive me and my errors.

Anyway, Mateo Daily was incredibly stressful, and pretty time consuming. Not only did I find it more difficult to maintain continuity, but I also ended up writing longer installments than I assumed I would. They weren’t usually as long as normal macrofiction installments, but they sometimes were, and they were usually not as short as microfiction stories either. I regret nothing, though. As I said in the introduction, I have no current plans to alter the format so drastically again, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen. I’ll let the story tell me what needs to be done to make it work. For now, I’m returning to the weekly format. Team Matic’s story is not yet over. They still have to deal with the Reconvergence, and the consequences of it. After that, I’m not tellin’, but I promise, they’ll stay busy. Tomorrow is the beginning of the Conversations microfiction series, which will be written in dialogue form, like the Interview Transcripts series. Starting Saturday, Leona will stand with the rest of the Shortlist on...The Edge.

Sunday, June 11, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 8, 2400

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Mateo is watching his wife pack the essentials, preparing to leave their most recent temporary home. He wishes that he could go with her, but it is not his place. Only members of the Shortlist are allowed, plus a mediator, whose identity has not been revealed to them. “But...you’ll be back in a second, right? I mean that literally, it should only take a second.”
“That’s not how it’s going to work. However long this meeting is—and the way I understand it, it’s going to be very long—we will be separated for that amount of time. To put it another way, if it takes us three days, I won’t see you for three days, and you won’t see me for three days as well.”
“It’s not going to take days, will it?” Mateo figures.
“It might,” Leona warns. “We have a lot to discuss, and people will take sides. Then they’ll probably switch sides.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek. “But like I said, we’ll remain simpatico, so even if you were to restart your time jumps, you won’t have to worry about losing me for a whole year. It’s definitely not going to take anywhere near that long. Here.” She hands him a tiny, thin ring. “Stick this under your wedding ring. It’s a locator device. When it’s time for me to return, I’ll be able to find you anywhere in the universe. I have one too. It’ll activate a hologram.”
“Were I you, Leona,” he says as he’s starting to install the device.
“Were I you.” Leona throws her bag over her shoulder, and waves at Angela and Marie. She steps through the door, and when it closes, so too does the portal.
Mateo opens it to check, and finds only a closet on the other side. “Simpatico,” he whispers, hoping that she’s right about that.
“Come on.” Angela takes him by the hand. “Let’s get something to eat.”
“I miss the food on the AOC. We need to go back to either the Third Rail, or to the one we left in the Fifth Division.”
“According to Danica,” Marie begins, “main sequence Earth is the safest place to be when the Reconvergence happens. They’ve apparently built up the strongest solar system defense compared to the others, who either rely on outdated technology, or on offensive measures.”
“I suppose I would rather be on the surface than up here,” Marie determines.
“Let us lunch in London,” Alyssa suggests in a mild, but bad, British accent.
“Alyssa?” Mateo questions. “When did you get here?”
“Just now. Come on, I’ll navigate. I know a lovely place to eat on Maiden Lane.”
“They still have restaurants on this planet that aren’t in an arcology?” Marie asks.
“Of course they do.” Alyssa takes her hand as well. “But just the one.”
The four of them jump to what was once the United Kingdom, and have a traditional British meal at the oldest still-standing restaurant in the world. An hour later, Mateo finishes the last bite of his vanilla crème brûlée, and tosses his napkin down on the table. “All right. You’ve treated us, now why are you here?”
“We’re friends,” Alyssa points out.
“Of course we are,” Marie confirms, “and while this has been a lovely afternoon, you’re obviously here for a reason, and we’re here,” she says, indicating the geography, “for a very specific reason.”
Alyssa nods, and wipes her lips. “We need you,” she admits.
“We told everyone that we were done. We just want to go off and be anonymous for a while,” Marie explains.
“That’s very...stupid of you,” Alyssa says, taking it in a far different direction than any of them expected. “You’re the most famous people in five realities. The main sequence has just learned of time travel, and they’re already linking your team to it. Half of The Parallel is run by one member of your team’s alternate self. The Third Rail will forever associate Leona Matic with the sudden influx of time-powered people. The Fourth Quadrant learns about you in their history books, though of course, that’s limited to Kansas City...for now. Finally, the Fifth Division has experienced profound sociopolitical changes thanks to your interference in their affairs. After the Reconvergence, that will only get worse, because they’ll compare notes. Your exploits are legendary.”
“We’ll find a planet that doesn’t care about any of that,” Angela offers, “somewhere in the Sixth Key.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Alyssa says. “I’ve recently learned that the Reconvergence is a little less inevitable than we once thought. Don’t mistake me, it’s happening. Four realities will be coming together, and the Keys are vital to preserving the lives of the inhabitants. But we can spare one of them from the issue entirely. Apparently, only four original realities have to be collapsed, and apparently, you get to choose.”
Mateo grimaces. “What? What do we have to do with any of that?”
“Not we,” Alyssa contends. “Just you. You have been chosen to...choose.”
“The same question remains. What do I have to do with it?”
Alyssa doesn’t respond for a moment. “I don’t know, but I think...” She trails off before returning to her thought. “I think that there’s a new threat out there. After Zeferino, after Erlendr, even after all of the Constances. I believe that someone wants you to make the decision simply so that you will have to live with it.”
Mateo sighs. “I should have known. I should have seen this coming. What am I meant to do with that information? No matter what I choose, I’m deciding the fate of the Reality Wars, which are supposedly still coming. Or are they?” Leona would know what to do in this situation, even if it meant that they would just leave it to other people to decide. Then again, maybe there really isn’t any choice at all. If they take one opponent from the war, can’t that only make things better? Or maybe it can’t. Maybe it doesn’t matter. “If I choose to save the Parallel, for instance, am I keeping them out of the fight, or is that what causes them to become so violent? Would I really be changing anything, or just walking down the road of fate without realizing it?”
“I can’t answer these questions,” Alyssa clarifies sadly. “I don’t know if I should even trust Dalton’s words anymore.”
“You’re still talking to that guy?” Angela asks her. “Danica says to ignore him.”
“He says to ignore Danica,” Alyssa responds.
“So wait,” Marie chimes in, “if no one outside of our team can be trusted, why should Mateo do anything? What happens if he doesn’t bother to choose?”
“If you don’t even try,” Alyssa begins, “all five realities will reconverge. If you do try, there’s a chance that it’s all bullshit, and won’t work, but there’s a chance that it’s not, and it does. I suppose I would rather give it a shot than do nothing at all.”
“The downside to giving it a shot,” Mateo reasons, “is something that no one at this table could ever hope to comprehend. As I said, the choice could be what precipitates the war somehow, and the only way to stop it would be to do the unexpected, and treat all realities equally.”
“You are thirty minutes away from Stonehenge,” Alyssa tells them, standing up. “It’s 13:15 right now, giving you three hours to decide whether to go there or not. Or you could make the choice right now, and I’ll teleport you there.”
“We can teleport ourselves now,” Marie contends.
“Even better. Be there by 16:15...or don’t. I’m just the messenger.” Alyssa pushes her chair back in, and throws a hundred dollar bill from the Third Rail on the table.
“They don’t use money anymore,” Marie reminds her.
“I always forget.” Alyssa teleports away without retrieving the bill.
“What are you going to do?” Angela asks Mateo.
He stands up too. “I’m going to talk to the only person I know who can make sense of all this.” He grabs the leftovers, and jumps alone to Lebanon, Kansas. He misses his Danica Matic.

Saturday, June 10, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 7, 2400

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It wasn’t as hard to recalibrate the Helm of Reality as Kyra thought. Leona reached out to all the other realities. The people that were conscripted to protect the Keyholders had been in those foreign realities for a year now, with nothing to do. They all kept their communicators, though, which was nice and smart of them. Tarboda knew where to find Alyssa, who had spent a year doing who knows what. She had one of the other Helms of Reality, which Leona was able to use to return to the Third Rail, and get her own working again. Once it was, she handed it to Kyra, who had returned to the Fourth Quadrant version of Earth in a ship. Then she, Angela, and Marie went to the main sequence to reunite with Mateo.
“Are we really just going to walk away from this?” Mateo asks.
“You said it yourself,” Leona begins. “They needed your blood to jump to the future, in an apparent effort to be so erratic and random that none of their enemies could track them, and stop them. Now that’s done, which means our part is too. What more do you want to contribute?”
“I dunno,” Mateo replies with a shrug. It’s just...”
“Well, has anyone asked you to stay?” Marie asks.
“Not really. I’ve told everyone that we were out of the game, and no one argued with me about it. In fact, I’m getting the feeling that our leaving would be the best thing that could happen to the secret plan. We’re involved in all sorts of things all the time, so the bad guys expect it. They’re trying to avoid being predictable, and we can help by not helping anymore.”
“Maybe you can help us instead.” It was Pribadium Delgado, who they had not seen in a long time.
Leona shut her eyes and massaged the bridge of her nose. “No. I’ve not gotten the chance to sit down. The two of them are friends, but it’s clear that Pribadium is not here for a social call. This is a thing. This is another thing that the team is going to get roped into working on, and she doesn’t want to say yes. She doesn’t want to say yes to anything. If she never sees the Third Rail, or hears about the Reconvergence, ever again, it’ll be too soon, but that doesn't mean she wants to jump right in to the next big thing. Can’t she just spend time with her friends and family, and ignore the multiverse? Does it always have to be something?
“Sorry, it’s just...it’s time.”
“It’s time for what?” Leona questions.
“It’s time for our biggest meeting ever. The Shortlist was created for this occasion. Until this moment, every meeting we’ve ever held has been about the small things, but what we need to discuss now is everything. The public is about to find out about us, and we need to know how to deal with that.”
“Well, can you just stop that from happening?” Mateo puts forth.
“No.” Pribadium pulls the shades back on one of the viewports in the space hotel where they’re staying. They crowd around it to see what she’s talking about. There in the sky are the stars, and several of them are connected by a mysterious light, spelling out the word DON’T PANIC. “It’s in every reality. Every Earth can see this, as can a few other planets. Ladies and gentleman...we’re standing on The Edge.”

Friday, June 9, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 6, 2400

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Leona undoes her safety straps, and tries to stand up. She falls right to the floor, having not realized how dizzy she was until it was too late. Cedar struggles to get out of his own seat to help, but he’s no better off. “Everyone hold still for a few minutes,” Danica orders. “Just breathe in...breathe out. It wasn’t supposed to be that rough, but we were pressed for time, so I had to improvise.”
Leona rolls to her back, and pads her hips, looking for the communicator she used to reach out to Kyra, but she must have dropped it. “I need to get to Egypt.”
“I’ll transport you there once we’re back to a hundred percent,” Danica promises. “Constance, show me the outside.”
The walls and floor turn invisible, showing them what it looks like outside of the Constant. “Oh, crap,” Leona says. It just looks like she’s a dozen or so stories up in the air, and it’s making the dizziness worse.
“Constance, this house is glass.”
The floor returns, but is still very transparent, so they can still easily see what’s what out there. A car is parked in the middle of the field where the Constant landed, the occupants sizing up the building that appeared out of nowhere In the opposite direction, they can see Danica Lake. Danica aimed extremely well for it being such an emergency. More cars are coming. “The Dark Citadel has arrived, Leona muses, standing herself up.
“What does that mean?” Angela asks.
“It’s from a passage in the Word of Dalton,” Carlin explains. “Leona recited it earlier. I think it predicts our arrival.”
Leona watches as even more cars appear from over the horizon. “It’s over. This chapter in my life is ended. I don’t have to worry about this stuff anymore. Navigating what’s happened today, and how it may or may not alter the religious landscape on this planet, is no longer my problem.” She breathes in. “I have spoken.”
Angela steps up to Leona’s side, and takes her hand. “It’s okay to move on.”
Marie steps up to Leona’s other side, and takes her other hand. “As long as you don’t move on from us.” She smiles and holds up a little fob. She presses the button, and sends all three of them to the Great Pyramid of Giza.
They’re standing at the very top of it, which gives them an area smaller than a single-family home to walk around. Kyra, Ansel, and Allison are already here, admiring the view. Constance!Three left the roof when she generated the hologram of the exterior of the Constant, and Leona was focused on the ground, so she didn’t notice the sky before. It’s like the Auroras Borealis and Australis, but with technicolors. “Does it always look like this?” Leona asks.
“No, never,” Kyra replies. She nods at the beauty. “This is new.”
“Where are we exactly?” Leona asks her. “I mean, where is the Earth situated, in relation to other star systems and their orbitals?”
“We’re on the other side of the sun. “The Fourth Quadrant probably didn’t even notice us since they’re not all that advanced.”
“Kure, Japan, and Panama both have major astronomical monitoring equipment. It has not necessarily been long enough for them to notice yet, but it will be soon. Our arrival would have had a profound impact on the solar system. It’s not instantaneous, since gravity travels at the speed of light, but it’s fast. How are you station-keeping?”
“I’m not,” Kyra answers. “We’re orbiting a tiny bit farther from the sun than the Earth that belongs here does.”
“That’s Lagrange point three,” Leona notes. “That’s highly unstable. We’ll start drifting in a matter of weeks, depending on the orbit of Venus.” Leona was so preoccupied with the attack from the Parallelers that she couldn’t focus on anything but that. She didn’t stop to think about the fact that you can’t just move a new planet to a new solar system. The gravitational forces could destroy all celestial bodies, including the new one. Either Kyra doesn’t know that, or she knows something Leona doesn’t.
“Weeks is enough time. When the Reconvergence finishes, everything will be okay, at least in the celestial sense. Politically, it’s going to be a nightmare. But that’s not our problem to worry about. Our only job is to save lives.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am,” Kyra promises. “I’ve seen the Sixth Key.”
“No one who knows what the Sixth Key is like in the future seemed to know anything about this,” Leona points out.
Kyra only now turns her head to face Leona. “We did not tell you everything. We’ve still not.”
“What does that mean?”
“Go to the main sequence, Leona.”
“What? Why?”
“Go to the main sequence,” Kyra repeats.
“Hold on to my shoulders,” Leona says to Angela and Marie, now very worried about Mateo. She removes the tip from the center, and places it on the spoke for the Third Rail. Then she tries to turn it to the main sequence. Nothing happens. “Oh wait, we’re in the Fourth Quadrant now.” She removes the tip, then puts it on the Fourth Quadrant, and then turns it to the main sequence. “No, that didn’t work either. Maybe I need to...” She reverses everything she just did, and tries to start over, unsure how this device really works. They still don’t go anywhere. “No, it’s...it won’t do it.”
“What?” Kyra takes the device, and fiddles with it. There aren’t a whole lot of different things to try, so she runs into the same issue in that nothing happens at all. Her eyes glaze over, and she looks into the distance. “The time jump.”
“The what?”
“The time jump?” Kyra repeats. “It threw off the calibration.” She shakes the Helm of Reality demonstratively. “This is like an app, and the universe is a phone. We upgraded the OS, but now this app is no longer compatible with it.”
“What..time jump?” Leona repeats herself as well.
“We went into the future. It’s April 6, 2400.”
“Excuse me? You never said that you were going to do that,” Leona argues.
“It’s fine. Mateo is here too. Well, he’s not here; he’s still in the main sequence, but he jumped forward too. That’s not the issue. The issue is that this thing doesn’t work, and we’re gonna need it. We need all Helms on deck.”
Leona sighs, upset about being lied to. “What needs to be done to fix it?”
“You’ll have to go back to the now uninhabitable Third Rail, though I don’t know how. It would be like changing a setting on the app, which you can’t even open.”
“Enough with the metaphor.” Leona snatches the device back. “I’ll figure it out! Like always!” She and the Walton twins teleport away.

Thursday, June 8, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 5, 2399

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Mateo’s eyelids feel as heavy as an elephant. They tug themselves down so hard, they take the rest of his head with them. He barely keeps himself from falling flat on his face. It’s a symptom of his pattern, which he has had since he was first starting out, and it even continued on through his multiple deaths, and body transferences. It hasn’t happened since shortly after his arrival in the Third Rail, and only then when he happened to be close to a point of strong temporal energy, such as the parking lot in Crown Center where they first came through.
“Whoa, what was that?” Labhrás asks. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, something’s different. What year is it?”
“It’s 2399, I would assume. Should it not be?”
Mateo takes out his communicator and tries to contact Leona in the Third Rail, but no one answers. The line’s completely dead on their end, which is not a good sign. Tarboda answers when he calls the Parallel, and Winona when he reaches out to the Fifth Division. Aldona in the Fourth Quadrant confirms what the first two said, which is that it’s April 5, 2399 for everyone. Whatever he felt, it was limited to him, which isn’t surprising. He’s the only remaining member of the OG team still accounted for. Marie and Angela are still traveling at relativistic speeds, and they still don’t know where Olmpia went. Ramses is dead, and now Leona is missing. He’s all alone.
The time zones are a little weird, but the Key Protectors generally try to stay on the same schedule as each other, so everyone goes to sleep afterwards. Mateo can’t do it, though. He’s too worried about Leona, and everyone else in the Third Rail. What happened? Why can’t he reach them? And why has she not shown up to tell him that everything is okay? She checks in with everybody physically at least once a day, and comes to the main sequence a few times, because this is where her husband is.
Things begin to happen late the next morning. Winona calls back first to announce that she, Hamilton, and Mithridates are no longer alone. Summit Ebora and Trina McIver suddenly showed up. They’ve been preparing to protect the Key all this time, and now it’s their chance to prove that they can do it.
No, you’re not protecting the Keys.” Trina has forced herself into frame.
“Hi, Trina. You’re older now,” Mateo says.
“It happens. There seems to be some confusion. You’re protecting the Keyholders. The Keys won’t be anywhere near these realities. That’s the whole point.
“Who’s protecting the Keys, then?” Mateo asks.
Don’t you worry about that. It’s not your issue.
“I’m not worried about it, just curious,” Mateo admits. “What I’m worried about is my wife. Do you know where she is?”
Trina sighs. “Yes. She’s fine. She’ll be back.” She’s reluctant to elaborate when he asks her to. “She’s...in the future.
“How far in the future?” Mateo presses.
I’m sorry, I can’t say any more than that. Goodbye.
“Wait!” Mateo tries to stop her, but she’s gone. If she heard him, she doesn’t care. She hangs up, and doesn’t answer when he tries to call her back. She may be ignoring him deliberately, or she’s in the middle of another call. Aldona didn’t seem to include call-waiting or voicemail on these things.
One by one, the other parallel realities call in to let everyone know that the Keys and Keyholders are here. At some point, the Keys will leave, but they won’t say how they’re going to accomplish that. If Leona won’t be back in the timestream until later, they must have some other way of traveling to the Sixth Key. Trina was the one who gave Leona The Helm of Reality, so they could easily have another one just like it. Once everyone’s spoken their piece, Mateo waits a good hour, and then tries to call Trina back, but she won’t come to the phone. Hopefully she’s trying to respect Leona’s Rules for Time Travel, and is not just being an asshole.
Nothing else interesting happens for the rest of the day. No one shows up for them, which is a bad sign. If the whole Third Rail is missing, they could be in really big trouble. A part of him hopes that he’ll jump to the future come midnight central. No, that could be bad. If Leona comes back after, say, two months, they’ll end up on different patterns. He doesn’t know what to do but stress about it. Labhrás tries to take his mind off of it with a new game of RPS-101 Plus, but it’s not working. Is this what it feels like for Leona every time he’s died or disappeared, and she’s the one who doesn’t know whether she’ll ever see him again? He must say, he does not care for this.
Fifteen minutes before midnight, he starts to get a weird vibe, like maybe he will actually jump to the future, as if the whole Omega Gyroscope thing were over. It couldn’t be, could it? Two people suddenly appear before them, one of them being Summit Ebora, and based on context clues, Mateo guesses the other to be his mother, Iris Blume. “I was not told that you would be here,” Mateo says as Summit is checking the perimeter for threats. “It’s nice to meet you, though.”
Iris shakes his hand. “Likewise.”
“The plan was kept secret intentionally, to prevent interference. We need your help, and you’re the only person in five realities who can do it.”
“Shoot,” Mateo offers.
“Can we borrow your communicator?” she goes on.
“We’re clear,” Summit informs his mother.
Iris takes the device, and selects a recipient. “Bring the rest over,” she instructs.
Got it, boss.” That sounded like Alyssa. “Red rover, red rover, send the Helm of Reality on over.” Yeah, it’s definitely Alyssa.
Iris widens her arms, the communicator in one hand, and the second Helm of Reality in the other. She smashes them together. A flash of light shoots out from the small blast, and when she’s done, only the communicator is left.
“Neat trick,” Mateo says.
Seconds later, Alyssa appears with Vearden and Arcadia, holding little baby Cheyenne in her arms. Neither of them are surprised to be there. Alyssa disappears, and returns quickly with someone who looks a little bit like Vearden, so it must be his father, Ansel. She leaves again to retrieve Trina, and then another man that Mateo doesn’t recognize. He gives Iris a kiss, so it must be her husband, Rino. None of the protectors is here, except for Mateo and Labhrás—or maybe not. Where’s Labhrás?
“Where’s Labhrás?” Mateo asks.
“He’s not a part of this,” Iris answers. “Now give me your arm.” She takes blood from him to fill several vials. Once one is full, her son takes it, and begins to inject it in one of the others, even little Chey-Chey. When midnight central hits, they all jump to the future together, except for Alyssa. It’s now the year 2400, a.k.a. The Edge.

Wednesday, June 7, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 4, 2399

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The attack is happening today. Parallel!Ramses, and his layers of bureaucracy, can no longer hold off the bloodthirsty military force. Fortunately, it was not a total waste of time. The fleet heading towards the Third Rail is much smaller than they originally wanted. There are a lot of people in favor of this act of aggression, but so many more that are not. The general public, for instance, which has no use for the weapons that Aldona and Alyssa stole, is in complete opposition to it. Still, it can’t be stopped. All they can do is hope that Kyra Torosia is indeed capable of transitioning the entire planet to the Fourth Quadrant. It’s an insane proposition, but then again, the Reconvergence itself is an even harder pill to swallow.
She’s all ready to go. She needs to be at a place of immense power in order to make the transition smoothly, and The Great Pyramid of Giza qualifies. It may not hold the same significance as it does in the main sequence, but it still focuses temporal energy. Bulk travel is not so different from regular space travel. That’s how Kyra has to do it. She’s going to pull the world out of the universe for a few seconds, and then put it right back, but instead of returning it to where it is, she’ll just choose a different parallel reality. She’ll even be able to bring all satellites along with them, including the moon, Luna. The rest of the planets will be staying where they are.
“What about an interplanetary ship?” Leona asks at the eleventh hour. How could she have forgotten about the Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez? Marie, Angela, Angela’s doctor, and the kids are still on their way. They’re slated to return tomorrow. Kyra has to bring them in at the same time.
“Well, how far away are they right now?”
Leona looks at her watch, but it’s not like she can pinpoint the arrival to the minute. While maximum reframe speeds places a vessel at 99.9999% the speed of light, there are still minor fluctuations that produce a margin of error of several hours. “About 170 AU at the moment. They won’t be here any earlier than tomorrow.”
Kyra shakes her head. “Can’t do it. If I knew exactly where it was, I could bring it through with us, but the location of something that small will be impossible for me to just randomly intuit, even though that’s not too far away. Now, you want another planet that’s 170 light years away, we can talk. But a tiny little ship? I’m sorry.”
“We have to wait then,” Leona says even though she knows that’s not possible.
Kyra shakes her head again, and frowns at her.
“No, we can’t lose them. Not after all this. We’ve been through so much to save Marie’s life, and protect Cedar.” That is not an acceptable sacrifice. The AOC is not likely in too much danger of being detected by the attack drones, but Angela and Marie still can’t be left behind. They’ll probably have to abandon ship. That’s okay, they’ll revert to an older copy.
“Wait, Cedar is with them?” Kyra questions.
“Yeah, you didn’t know that?”
“We were specifically not told his location,” she explains. “Leona, he’s the Sixth Key, which is the most important one. If one of the other keys couldn’t do it, only the reality they were responsible for would be lost, but without Cedar, they’ll all be lost. Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?”
“You just said you were specifically not told where he was,” Leona aruges.
“Okay.” Kyra thinks. “Can’t you just go get them? Use your little device thingy. Jump to another reality, then jump back here, but on that ship.”
“I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t have a lot of experience with this thing, and there are limitations to consider.” She holds up her transition device, which Mateo thinks should be called the Helm of Reality.
“Yeah, I know,” Kyra acknowledges, “but...it has to be done. Like I said, we need him. So if you can only save one—”
“That’s not the problem. “The ship is moving at near light speed. That’s always tricky for time travel, teleportation, and the like. I can transition everyone on the ship all at once, but I have to hit the bullseye first.”
Kyra nods. “Please try. They could be here any minute.”
“Bridget!” Leona calls out.
Bridget Morton and her father were in another chamber of the pyramid, enjoying the rare gift they’ve been given. They come back in now. “Is everything okay?”
“You have the communicator?” Leona asks.
“Right here.” Bridget holds it up.
“Stay with Kyra, and keep in touch with the others. I have something else to do.”
“Understood,” Senator Morton replies. “We’ll protect her as if she were our own Key.” He’s taking his responsibilities quite seriously. The way he figures it, if this works, he’ll be revered as a hero forever. A few dozen people are involved in saving the lives of quadrillions of people. That’s gotta amount to multiple historical text books on each member alone, if not more.
Leona takes the tip off of the dial, and places it on spoke pointing to the Third Rail. Then she turns it to the main sequence to find her husband trying to teach Labhrás how to play RPS-101 Plus.
“Lee-Lee.”
She takes him into a warm embrace, and plants a kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
“Were I you,” he replies.
“No. Say the real words.”
“I love you,” he amends.
“See you on the other side.” She gives him another peck, then makes her jump back to the Third Rail, but this time aiming for a spaceship traveling at supersublightspeed. She’s no longer protected by Ramses’ transhumanistic upgrades. If she misses, she’ll be in the middle of the black, and will probably pass out and die before she even has the chance to jump to safety.
Leona opens her eyes. She is floating in the black. She can’t even see any stars. She doesn’t feel like she’s dying, though. One thing about Alyssa’s illusion powers is that it has numerous applications. She doesn’t have to make herself look like another person, or like there’s a tiger in the room. Light is light, and light illuminates. She begins to glow like a bioluminescent organism, increasing brightness until she can see something other than herself. It’s the metal of a wall. This room alone is too big for this to be the AOC, though. She’s jumped to the wrong place, but at least she’s not dead.
The sound of a door opening comes from behind her, but she’s finding it difficult to turn around to see who’s opened it in zero gravity. The light from the hallway shines through first, and when she does get turned, all she sees is a silhouette. That silhouette walks towards her, ominous and quiet. “How do you keep showing up here?”
“Who is that?” Leona asks. The voice sounds familiar to her.
“Lights to twenty-four percent. Gravity to Earth gradual.” The lights turn on, revealing it to be Danica Matic’s face. Leona is hovering over the pool, which has been drained, possibly in an attempt to prevent more people from suddenly appearing in the Constant, as if that were the cause. She walks along the edge of the empty pool, towards the ladder, while Leona heads for it from below. “How did you make yourself glow?”
“Do you really not know that?” Leona asks her.
“I really don’t.”
“I’m stealing light from other sources, possibly the bulb in the hallway.”
“The hallway lights don’t use bulbs.”
Leona climbs up the ladder. “Yeah, like that’s the issue right now.” She takes a breath. “Where are my friends?”
“The master sitting room, as per usual.”
“Are they safe, healthy, and happy?”
“They’re safe and healthy.”
“Are you gonna let me see them, or are you gonna shove me into a stasis pod?”
“No more stasis pods. The Reconvergence will be here in another year.”
“You got that wrong,” Leona contends. “It’s in a matter of days.”
“It’s not,” Danica claims. “It’s the Reality Wars that are starting. The Parallel is preparing for the first battle. We’re on our way back to protect our asset.”
“You mean the Omega Gyroscope. That’s all you care about?” Leona asks.
Danica sighs. “I’ve learned a lot since we last saw each other. I was...wrong in how I handled this whole situation. Well, I shouldn’t use that word. I’ll just say that I made some mistakes. Emphasis on the some part.”
Leona nods. “Well, you seem to be slightly misinformed in this regard as well. The Parallel is not preparing for the attack. They’re almost here. They’re coming today.”
Danica narrows her eyes. “That’s not supposed to happen. My seer was quite specific about the date.”
“Your seer’s information is outdated.”
“Son of a mother—!” Danica takes Leona by the arms, and teleports them both to the sitting room. The whole gang’s here, including Angela, Marie, and the kids.
“Leona!” Marie exclaims.
“Help me with these!” Danica demands. She starts to pull the books off the shelves, and set them on the tables.
Leona starts to remove some as well.
“We don’t understand what happened,” Angela says to Leona. “Danica found us right after Mateo and Ramses dropped off Cedar. I’ve been awake this whole time. I’ve peed out all the immortality waters. I...” She looks back at her alternate self. “I don’t know why Marie is still alive.”
“I don’t either.” Leona continues to remove the books, and replace them backwards so they can open the secret room behind the bookcase. “But if she’s still alive, then there’s still time. I had Alyssa procure the rest of the waters you need.”
Danica, still swapping books, gives Leona an odd look. What does she know about this situation? They can’t talk about it right now. The books are in place. Danica activates the lamp, but it doesn’t do anything. “What’s wrong with this?”
Leona scans the books to make sure they’re all facing backwards.
“Cedar,” Danica begins, “when did you take that book off the shelf?”
“A few minutes ago,” he answers.
She kind of scoffs, but isn’t too upset. She goes over to retrieve it. “The case doesn’t have to be full, but if you’ve removed one too recently, it thinks it should be part of the code.” She puts the book in place, and activates the lamp again. Now the shelves swivel, and carry Leona and Danica into the other room. She does something in the dark, and swivels the bookcase halfway back, so people can walk freely back and forth, and also turns on the light. She walks over to the opposite corner, and slides and taps a special code on the wall, which looks totally unremarkable. This engages all sorts of controls that appear out of the walls, floor, and ceiling. This looks like the bridge of a spaceship now. That’s probably what it is. “How long before the Parallelers get here exactly?” she asks as she begins to work on her computer.
“I don’t know. Inter-reality communication is difficult. Someone else is using the one for the Third Rail, so I can’t call and ask the other Ramses for another update.”
Danica keeps working. “Well, I was going to return to Danica Lake, but I don’t have time to aim. We just have to get there, don’t we?” After a few seconds, she stops, and looks directly at Leona. “Don’t we?” she repeats.
“Uh, yeah. If we don’t get Cedar Duvall back to Earth, everyone in five realities is going to die. The time for secrecy is over. Everyone knows about time powers now.”
“Everyone?” Danica asks, going back to the computer.
“Pretty much. Some of the other islands in the Fourth Quadrant may still be in the dark, but once they see a second Earth in the night sky, it’s going to become impossible to deny that people like us exist.”
Danica sighs again. “Everyone find a seat, and brace. It’s about to get rough.”
As everyone is getting strapped in, she asks Leona for help confirming the calculations. Leona peers at them. “What color is the Constant, from the outside?”
“I mean...it’s black. The hull is black metallic alloy-polycarbonate composite. Tamerlane knows more about it than I do. Why?”
A Dark Citadel will fall from the heavens, and make its mark in the Center of World Power. The Watchers who come out of it will change the world forever, and the people shall know the Life of God,” Leona recites. “Dalton was right.”
“Oh, that asshole?” Danica triple checks her work, then sits down herself. “I hope you don’t pay him too much mind. He loves the attention. Sit down Leona.”
“I was right too. We’re going to Kansas.”
“Sit down, Leona.” Danica reiterates.
“I need a radio.”
Danica reaches over, and pulls a small device out of its dock. “Safety first.”
“Okay, fine.” She sits down next to Danica, and accepts the communicator. Danica wasn’t lying. Even though the jump only last a few seconds, it feels like a roller coaster, and their bodies are still reeling from the ordeal minutes afterwards. Leona has trouble setting the frequency, her vision blurry, and her head in a daze. She manages to find it, though, and make the call. “Kyra, come in. Are you there, Kyra? It’s Leona.”
Go ahead,” Kyra responds.
“Everyone’s back on Earth. Go. Go now.”
Transitioning now.
Danica pulls a view of space on the screen. Dozens of drones have appeared next to Jupiter, with more likely off screen. “I hope this doesn’t take too long. They’re here.”
The room fills with technicolors.