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but that didn’t mean much to him. Inside the bridge sat a man with red dreadlocks dressed like one of those pirates the Americans like to make movies about.
“Hey,” he said. “I guess you got my call.”
“I’m Sakamoto Ryoma. And you are?”
“They call me the Dread Pirate Cameron, but you can call me the Pirate King, wakari ?” he said. “Now I’ve got a job proposition for you. Work as my first mate, and I’ll bring purpose back to your existence. Do we have accordance? If not feel free to find your way back, but there are things that even you would find dangerous out here.”
“How far away are we from Tom Cruise?” Ryoma said.
“Far enough,” Cameron said, “I pray.”
“It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do,” Ryoma said.
“A computer file is a collection of ones and zeros. The ones representing the presence of electrical charge, and the zeros the absence. Theses charges are actually the average wavelength rounded. A human being is simply a wavelength on a different frequency.”
- anonymous drunken physics teacher
Book Two: Digital Soul
In which the Warren is pursued…
Zrrrt! Zrrrt!
What the hell is that? Warren Elliot pondered the noise that pervaded his dreams before snapping awake. His cell phone vibrated on the nightstand next to him with a noise far more obnoxious than his Saved by the Bell ringtone. The digital alarm clock flashed 3:01 am in red, fragmented letters. Unknown was the only thing displayed on the backlit Motorola screen. He went for it with his right hand and knocked several things off the nightstand.
“h-Hello.”
Silence.
“Hello?”
More silence.
“Hello!”
Nothing.
Having observed the three-hello rule for disconnected calls he snapped the phone shut and returned it to his nightstand. By the light of his alarm clock he found the book he knocked off the nightstand. He couldn’t see the cover, but he already knew its title Astral Projection for Beginners . After returning it, he retrieved the notebook and mechanical pencil from the floor.
Without proper light he opened with a swish of his right thumb, laid the notepad on the nightstand, and scrawled on it in large, squiggly words the only fragments of his dream that he could remember. Cameron. Zombies.
Cameron was the protagonist of Warren’s only published short story “The Spaces in Between” based on Warren’s comatose dreams. It had been three months since the car accident where he lost the use of his left arm – for no apparent reason. No nerve damage, no tissue damage, no muscle damage, and the rest of his tests checked out. It was like his brain was ignoring it.
“Must be psychological,” the doctor had said in St. Brendan’s Discount Hospital – Baltimore’s HMO of choice.
It didn’t help that in Warren Elliot’s dream he saw his arm cut off in a botched heist of a space museum lead by the Dread Pirate Cameron. He believed it had to be psychological no matter how real it felt, because out of body experiences don’t really happen. Even though Elliot never went to college he knew enough about science to say that an existence beyond this one was impossible.
But there was something in the back of his mind begging him to believe his comatose dreams. Something in his subconscious wanted to believe in the Astral, the spaces in between our world and the next. He sank back into the bed and mulled over what he had read in Astral Projection for Beginners that he was researching in an attempt to write Cameron on his own.
Warren told his body to relax and focused on each body part until he could not feel them anymore (using his left arm as a reference). He grasped an imaginary rope with an arm in his mind and pulled with every fiber of his concentration. His skin was
“Hey,” he said. “I guess you got my call.”
“I’m Sakamoto Ryoma. And you are?”
“They call me the Dread Pirate Cameron, but you can call me the Pirate King, wakari ?” he said. “Now I’ve got a job proposition for you. Work as my first mate, and I’ll bring purpose back to your existence. Do we have accordance? If not feel free to find your way back, but there are things that even you would find dangerous out here.”
“How far away are we from Tom Cruise?” Ryoma said.
“Far enough,” Cameron said, “I pray.”
“It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do,” Ryoma said.
“A computer file is a collection of ones and zeros. The ones representing the presence of electrical charge, and the zeros the absence. Theses charges are actually the average wavelength rounded. A human being is simply a wavelength on a different frequency.”
- anonymous drunken physics teacher
Book Two: Digital Soul
In which the Warren is pursued…
Zrrrt! Zrrrt!
What the hell is that? Warren Elliot pondered the noise that pervaded his dreams before snapping awake. His cell phone vibrated on the nightstand next to him with a noise far more obnoxious than his Saved by the Bell ringtone. The digital alarm clock flashed 3:01 am in red, fragmented letters. Unknown was the only thing displayed on the backlit Motorola screen. He went for it with his right hand and knocked several things off the nightstand.
“h-Hello.”
Silence.
“Hello?”
More silence.
“Hello!”
Nothing.
Having observed the three-hello rule for disconnected calls he snapped the phone shut and returned it to his nightstand. By the light of his alarm clock he found the book he knocked off the nightstand. He couldn’t see the cover, but he already knew its title Astral Projection for Beginners . After returning it, he retrieved the notebook and mechanical pencil from the floor.
Without proper light he opened with a swish of his right thumb, laid the notepad on the nightstand, and scrawled on it in large, squiggly words the only fragments of his dream that he could remember. Cameron. Zombies.
Cameron was the protagonist of Warren’s only published short story “The Spaces in Between” based on Warren’s comatose dreams. It had been three months since the car accident where he lost the use of his left arm – for no apparent reason. No nerve damage, no tissue damage, no muscle damage, and the rest of his tests checked out. It was like his brain was ignoring it.
“Must be psychological,” the doctor had said in St. Brendan’s Discount Hospital – Baltimore’s HMO of choice.
It didn’t help that in Warren Elliot’s dream he saw his arm cut off in a botched heist of a space museum lead by the Dread Pirate Cameron. He believed it had to be psychological no matter how real it felt, because out of body experiences don’t really happen. Even though Elliot never went to college he knew enough about science to say that an existence beyond this one was impossible.
But there was something in the back of his mind begging him to believe his comatose dreams. Something in his subconscious wanted to believe in the Astral, the spaces in between our world and the next. He sank back into the bed and mulled over what he had read in Astral Projection for Beginners that he was researching in an attempt to write Cameron on his own.
Warren told his body to relax and focused on each body part until he could not feel them anymore (using his left arm as a reference). He grasped an imaginary rope with an arm in his mind and pulled with every fiber of his concentration. His skin was
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