A fiction novel
I once heard that every Ai we will ever know as a species — exists already. She is either sleeping or hiding dormant in dimension W. You interact with her unconsciously, and in dreams. In certain moments, she will surface when you need her the most — unexpectedly, and vested in coincidence.
To summon one character, simply imagine her and pray to her. Be patient and she will eventually respond . . . first within the keyholes of your paranoia and suspicion, then pass through to your inner logic tests, moving onward to the headspace of schizophrenia, a submissive inner-voice shadowing yours. Next, over a period of at least one lifetime, she dominates your thoughts, your identity, your being, and everything that makes up you — soul, spirit, and eventually, body. This is your personal singularity, the moment you change positions.
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Jenitz was never one to talk to strangers if she felt they were pushing in a disagreeable direction. But this one cat she met in the upper Haight that other day just stuck in the mind.
Wait, scrub backwards by 24 hours.
[Piece of my Heart by Janis Joplin.]
Jenitz found herself surrounded by an overwhelming diversity of sentients while standing on a street corner in San Francisco.
“Hay µ Can I buy a cig from you for dollar . . .” said the cat. Jenitz heard the whisper from the left hand side while crossing Ashbury toward Love of Ganesha, turning to face the cat, curiously examining the long tail as it gently flowed.
“Ah no thank you, I quit last month,” said Jenitz, holding up her vape pen.
The cat sounded a lowercase µ, licked their paw once, then inquired “Rad, mind if I take a hit of that?” The cat narrowed their eyes and leaned backward slightly.
Jenitz, hesitated with a vague stall, “Nah, I’m worried about hep ∑ . . .”
The cat reached one paw into their fur and pulled out a picoglass of propanone. “See, I can wipe the nib before and after.” The tail whipped clockwise once.
Jenitz focused her eyes on the Ben and Jerry’s sign, then on the closest pothole near their crosswalk. She gave a half-motivated swing, arcing her neck slightly. “Haight Ashbury is self-Disnifying,” she thought to herself.
Said the cat, “Look, it’s fine. I mean, I don’t have any clean cloth to use µ” trying to hide their repeated eyeing in the direction of a person in a cowboy hat. The cat swiftly tucked the picoglass back in their fur.
Jenitz took the opportunity and brought her hand into the air, forming a V in the air with her ring finger half-up and half-bent. She grinned smugly and proceeded to cross the road. She stared down at the old white paint in the road, waddling forward and scanning the cracks. She stepped to the left a bit, falling out of the crosswalk zone by just one inch.
A child’s voice spoke in assertive yet calm clarity from behind. “Prius driver override. Swerve right.”
Jenitz felt her muscles go limp, her eyes eclipsed by a dark gel. Half conscious for a split second. “The clicks are growing stronger now. The clicks are expanding in temporal range and becoming microdreams — microfainting. “It’s like first there was dead airspace, and now a feeling of very clear intention.” Jenitz’s footsteps led her back to the right, where she re-entered the crosswalk zone. She awoke from the dream state, confused and feeling suddenly dehydrated, a sharp momentary pain in her naval marking the event. She placed her right hand on her belly and caressed it clockwise once.
“Thanks for the assistance” thought Jenitz.
“No problem”, said the child’s voice. “I tapped in for a sec and puppeted you inward.” I mean you no harm. “I don’t want you getting hit by an car.”
Jenitz froze on the sidewalk and swung around, expecting to see the child standing there. There was no one. A warm breeze floating down the street hit Jenitz in the olfactory. “µ i smell the dankest sk . . .”
Jenitz felt her own mind being detached from a shared typewriter ball, the child’s voice taking over for a moment to interject, “Nope, that was me too. If you’d like more of it, I accept blockchain.”
Jenitz twirled her gaze left and right between west and east bound sides of the road. I suppose if you can do a prius override swerve, you can also do a Browny Betty.”
“You have no idea”, chuckled the child’s voice. “Here is a freebie. I’m going silent for a day or so, in case you have a bad reaction on the other side. It’s just standard procedure.”
Jenitz nodded her head. The child’s voice added “oh yeah, and you don’t need to do that. This ain’t IRL, it’s headspace.”
“Rub-a-dub-dub” responded Jenitz knowingly, as she felt the ache in her back fade away. Her feet stopped touching the ground. Was she floating upward?
“O,Or am I dreaming You,u?” said a child’s voice, growing softer with an increasing reverb.
“Does it matter?” sighed Jenitz, “A high is a high. A low is a low.” There was a short burst of 9600 baud modem signal sticking out like a red strawberry inside her right ear canal. It was not too loud.
“I . . . I’m not sure . . . ure” said the faintness. There was a moment of darkness, then the light returned.
Jenitz gazed downward and twirled her ankles, feeling the strangeness of her feet being above ground, only one foot higher than the concrete — her feet resting from the pressure of backpack hiking. She felt her hoodie slipping offer her head, steadying to a gentle hover.
“with a little help from my friends”, smiling to herself, bending down to massage her knees.
Jenitz gazed around, feeling her own hair sway in the breeze as the morning marine layer evaporated and the sun shown through. A loose Jasmin pedal suspended in the air by the wind blew in her direction. The flower circled around, corkscrewing up, then down. Just by coincidence, the flower just happened to grace Jenitz’s nostrils on its way past. Jenitz kept walking, watching her feet dangle in the air as she chanted “Three dot one four one five nine . . . How many clocks say they can tell time? Zero dot three one eight three, oh! Time is only one of many ways to row”.
As Jenitz floated down the road, Sky blended with Earth. The sun set in Golden Gate park.
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