Chapter 1

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You forgot. 

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Chapter 2

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He walked around like, you know, a Roman. The struts never ended and streaks of red always followed. 

‘They are paid to do business,’ I thought. 

‘You should be paid,’ I said. I tried to join them once but they did not appreciate my ideas. ‘Anyone want a beer,’ I would say, ‘they are wonderful in the heat.’ I meant it and the group could tell so I moseyed on out of there. 

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Chapter 3

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‘Anyone want to see a trick?’ 

They never did. I slept most days and at night I was awake with wonder at how things change. I never could figure out how we arrived at night time being a good idea. Being scared always came in handy. Using this talent, my mind would free itself from all the fear. It is a focused and sacred thing to be scared of something singular. At least, for this long. 

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I was worried about night time and day time and all the erections I was getting. At night time, especially, the women would come out and make money. Paid to do business and all that. No one knew who I was so I could slip in and out of a place, listening and watching the magnificent structures I had created. We, I guess. The committee was never to be recognized, acknowledged, communicated with or made aware of any activities that involve your existence at any time or space, in any galaxy or parallel universe, or, in any capacity that involves dreams, nightmares or existential hallucinations. Items including super strength, abilities that exceed above average for the local community, miracles, magic, futurism, socialism, democracy, communism, political activism, fairy tales, religions, weird animals, giants and all sorts of strange beings, time travel, history or any other items deemed, by no one, to be interfering in any way with the local community will not be tolerated, and will, in fact, be handled with extremely bad luck for the rest of the agent's time of existence.

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The words brushed against my skin like snow on a windy day of 14 miles per hour. 

 ‘Just listen,’ I would say. The words to her never made sense and did not brush against her skin like snow on a windy 14-mile-per-hour day. 

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Chapter 4

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And so it went. I would take my frustrations out on the day. People would look at me in the streets with fear and disgust. It was as if they were in on the contract too. They never acted complacent directly, only from a distance that I was not allowed to mosey around. 

I yelled, ‘Listen to me, it is coming! You will not listen to me because you fear my words like the herd fears the predator! My words are not weapons, meant to end your wicked dream lives! ‘

‘You’re not special,’ someone would say, walking past at a slow speed to ensure they were heard. 

And I did not think I was. If this is the only reason the people would not listen to me then I was forced to break my contract with the committee. If we really were here to help, I had to take some kind of action. 

‘Maybe something where there is a dog and a bird and a fish, like a dirsh. You could call it a dirsh.’ 

Her look let me know I needed to work on marketing. I thought she didn't even know what marketing was yet and kept ranting. 

‘Ok, maybe dirsh is not the best name. I do something for them? Do something, like, plant trees in all the streets overnight so their town becomes a lush paradise?’

Again, she hesitated to hit me in the head. She was not sure I was really alive or if this was only her imagination. Her whoring was only done at night so we had time throughout the day to make conversation. I should have killed her, I thought, not wanting someone like this to continue the terrible situation the nighttime brings. 

‘I can’t kill all of you,’ I said. The committee would never approve such a drastic measure. The data of a failed society can dictate hundreds of trillions of other futures. Committee members always reminded their agents on how unimportant they were.

‘Remember the thing. You are in a mesh structure where your vibration can bring the spider here just as easily as mine will.’ 

‘What are you trying to say,’ I would ask. 

‘You have to be important for anything at all to work. If one part goes out, the whole thing does not exist. One part. Be the mechanic.’ 

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Chapter 5

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It was night again. There were no trees filling the streets, only me and the smell of fire. Fire could be the mechanism. People understand fire by now. They know it is dangerous, does not exist unless it is made to exist. I always thought the air was the thing that lit on fire when I used to study. The places around had air on fire as I walked to where she would be. I hated this walk. I was scared but being scared was a sacred thing.

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‘I want to live like the wind blows,’ I thought. Dancing came next. The songs were as good as rock n roll, just not as popular. She was an individual that could dance and she loved it. This had to be art because only a handful of people ever saw it. 

‘You don’t even know what this leads to,’ I said. Her eyes progressed around the room.

‘Don’t talk to me,’ she said.

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Chapter 6

The air was stiff and hot. The fucking robes I was wearing had an amazing ability to keep my balls warm in the summer air. 

‘A/C,’ I would yell out. They never listened because it was a stupid acronym. Acronyms had always been around of course. They carried along as soon as the first person decided two words were too goddamn long. 

‘I need to shorten them,’ I said to her. ‘There is no going back now. My ramblings are about to get me in trouble. Soon, they will have to do some stupid shit like make me a martyr.’

‘It is too easy not to,’ she said. I didn't know if she really knew the future or if she was fucking with me. The committee does not recognize any report from the field involving, but not limited to, witchcraft, magic, conjuring, zombies, hallucinations, make believe fairy tales or any other unknown life form that, we, no one, especially not the committee, recognize as foreign entities that do not obey the laws of the known. 

She looked wide-eyed out into the sunrise. I had been with her most of the night, laying and staring at the moonlight. The known, when the two of you know you’re not going to kill one another, made the both of us at ease. 

‘It is like fishing,’ I said to her. I looked like a fool again and layed back down. 

Chapter 7

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I brushed off the short sleep I had and went under the cloak. Fucking cloaks. Never could figure out why those went out of style. Just wearing a blanket like the kind of person that went through the entire history of evolution in one lifetime. Shit I had was shit and ragged but I had seen worse. There was once a slaughter that spared me through good luck. I don’t die, of course. But it would look incredibly bad if I did not die when someone tried to kill me. 

I would have to kill them all if that ever happened. 

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The cloak was still on my shoulders reeking like my ass and all the things that come with being a human where it is hot and you’re wearing a fucking cloak. 

‘They make the roads compact to make sure you can stay in the shade.’

She didn’t know that was from a TV show in the future, or what TV was. Laughing she said, ‘there is more shade over there.’ She pointed. 

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I had one piece of clothing that was always dirty. What was the point in clothes if this was all over soon. Nakedness would of course never be tolerated. The laughs would not be genuine then. Nakedness for sport is cheap and easy and these types of things are not very fun when you draw from the memories of the future. The first time I contacted my father I was sobbing uncontrollably, asking to get out of this mess. I figured they would throw me to the lions based on what I had seen in the streets. Knowing this to be a failure, I would often panic and run to the streets shouting blasphemy at every institution I could think of.

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