[midday]
"11,159,237..., 11,159, 238..., 11,159, 239..., "
Lakke drops the remaining
crystals...
...he holds in his
hand.
they tumble back
into the box.
he stops
counting.
...
He plunges his hand
into the crystalline sea...
...and like sand
they flow
...between his
fingers.
Without hesitating
he stuffs...
20 or 30 crystals...
into the front pocket
of his jeans...
...
Lakke finishes
duck-tapping
the broken box shut
which he
then carries
under his
arm...
...walking towards the
front of the cab.
[interior cab]
passenger door swings open
Lakke pushes
the box towards
us...
...he climbs in
maneuvering himself...
...into the drivers
seat.
"Texas T"
three tiny crystals
clang...
...into a small vape like device
VRMOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHHH...
...his torch light
super heats...
...the glass bowl
...a white billowing
cloud
forms in
its chamber.
FFFFFFFPPPPFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT...
...
Strange colors
start to
flicker in
front of our
eyes...
Lakke waves
his hand...
in front of
his face...
...zero g
of space...
Lakke is curled
in a fetal
position
spinning slowly
in the center
of the white room...
...
Lakke spreads
opens
his arms
and
arches his
back...
the motion
causes
him to
tumble over backwards...
Like a child he
spinns and whirls
weightless
his body floats from
one end...
...of the container
to the other.
"Freedom of movement
is...
...freedom of
mind"
he ponders,
he gets down
to business...
VRUUUUUMMMMMMPPPTTT...
with a slide of a
hand the consol
lights up like a
xmas tree...
the colorful lights
illuminate
the hollow space
of the container
in prisms
of radient color...
The Swirl and Hummm
of the machine...
...is comforting
like womb.
...
"how long had he been
here?"
"when's the last time
I've eaten?'
Lakkes eyes are bloodshot
the complexity
of this vast machine
reflected
in the gapping
pupal
hole of his eye...
...
Lakke rubs his
tired and strained eyes...
...he reaches down
to his pants pocket
but he's not
warring pants anymore...
...instead he floats
naked except for
a pair of form fitting
white mid-briefs...
He moves his hand
around his mid
section searching
for a pocket...
"Augh, Thank god..."
he reaches into a
small
pouch on one
side of his leg
"...here they are"
he procures two
diamond crystals
into the palm
of his hand...
"now ...where's that?'
Lakke scans the container
a light
with the hum and
glow
of the machine...
"there you are, you little devil..."
tumbling slowly
end over end
he swims over to
the far side
of the container
and grabs
his works...
...
nothing quite works
the same in zero g
Lakke awkwardly
taps the little crystals
into place...
"now all i need is my torch..."
"torch, torch..."
Lakke scans the room
"...torch"
[a few moments later...]
scattered papers
float...
...about the container.
Lakke is
in a tizzy...
...no lighter.
[ a few moments later...]
Lakke has
configured an
apparatus from
the control board.
It's a dastardly
contraption...
...wires extending
from a servo
that conjoins
at a lazer tip,
one static electro
charge...
...and wallaa!!
Flame!
...theoretically.
...
Lakke with loaded
pipe in hand...
... maneuvers
towards the apparatus...
"And just..."
...flips the switch.
[blackout]
...
[midday]
another bright
comet streaks
through the sky...
arial view
target hits within
50 clicks
of the last crash site.
"What are the chances?"
...
Lakke dust himself
off and heads
towards the idling
18 wheeler...
this time with
a bit of
foresight on
his side...
....
passenger door opens...
Lakke climbs
into the cab...
...and immediately
starts rummaging
through the cab...
"Augh Huh!"
Lakke grabs
hold some raw
textile material
and a few tools...
"Sine qua non!"
...and like that
it's fashioned!
a slick black belt
with sixteen
distinct compartments...
...one for torch.
...one for the pipe.
...and twelve separate
pockets each
dedicated to
the sole purpose
of crystal storage...
...
[untime]
Lakke hovers
in the storage
container...
...the room
is a glow...
...his translucent
skin is
accented by
a black utility
belt...
he hits the pipe...
[puree...]
nothing is logical
here...
...form, function,
and idea
are blended
into visual
incoherence...
...and it's wonderful.
how can my
consciousness still
be intact?
"I am...
...I mean I think I am..."
I can still
define a self...
but I am
selfless...
"I exist without
substance...
...or do I?"
...
there's a distinct
y - shape
in this
hallucination...
...
a vast and random
probability generator...
...
as the the walls
close in...
...three choices
appear...
...
this is the
trilemma...
...
Lakke will
make a choice...
...and this
is where
time will take him...
[to be continued]
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