by
Robert Alan Silverstein
"..and
then the 2-headed dramfoon says to me... Hey, why are you
both looking at me like you've been asleep for a few chapters
and just woke up and now have no idea what's going on..."
I had apparently blinked out of a daydream into the apparent
tail-end of a joke OM was telling. Reflexively I blurted out,
"'Hey, why are you both looking at me like you've been asleep
for a few chapters and just woke up and now have no idea what's
going on...'-Who?"
"Can-it,
Georgie-poo,' OM growled. "This is serious! Wait," she gasped
as she looked from me to Maya. You two REALLY don't remember
all the trouble you got us into... all the scrapes i had to
rescue us from over the last couple million parsecs!?"
Uh. Nope. Not me.
Maya-not-Maya didn't get what was going on either.
"GEORGE...I
told you to cut that out! For the last time, and I mean it.
You George. She Maya."
Back to reading my thoughts again, it seemed. Yes, Mam.
"Now
focus, folks. Wait. Hang on a millisec, let me just check
Wikipedia, here. Yep, page has been updated. Oh, crap. Yeah,
it's claiming Georgie-boy's baselinetimeline's got a tap into
our timeline. George is back in the pilot seat. Goodie, goodie."
Hang on. I'm back in charge? Well alrighty then. Yeah baby!
Not that I had any idea what she was talking about. 'Cause
I sure didn't feel like I was in charge of anything!
"Hold
on there. Following the link to the live-feed on the homepage.
Oy-vey. This is bad. Georgie, Georgie. Georgie."
What. What did I do? What's going on!
"Okay.
No worries. It's all good. So here's the scoop, kids. Apparently
George-here's basetimeline has established a connection again,
but it's only a partial, roundabout-indirect-sideways macGyvered
one. Lots of duct tape and lots of data-loss. Yep. On the
official archive, the story's kind of a mess. All Maya's chapters
are missing and some of George's as well."
Huh?
"The
Chapters are missing, therefore you don't remember them. Get
it? It's simple cause and effect, folks. Still, even with
missing chapters, the storyline's not that bad, really. Nice
job, Georgie. B+ for effort. Of course, only because I'm featured
front and center... But Georgie. This is Chapter Six-and-Two-Thirds.
What's that about?"
Of course I had no idea, and by now I'm sure you're more than
ready for a clarifying explanation about storylines and timelines,
so that you can readjust your suspension of disbelief accordingly.
Believe me, we both were ready for some heavy-duty esplaining,
too. But the next thing that OM said, well, that kind of monopolized
Maya's and my immediate attention.
"And
you two don't remember the exotic romantic vacation I arranged
for you? Man did that get steamy! You two are animals! You're
welcome, by the way."
We did what now?!
I snuck a shy look at Maya. She was blushing almost as much
as I was as she was embarrassingly imagining just what I was
enthusiastically, but then after seeing her expression, embarrassingly
imagining ...
Oh Man, what did I miss! And probably more importantly what
did this mean about our current relationship status.
"This
jar your memory?" OM giggled as some totally R-verging-on-X-rated
photos of Maya and me flashed across the screen.
"Nope..."
we both gasped in shock.
OM sighed. But then she glared at us. "So of course you don't
remember my amazing powerpoint presentation COMPLETELY explaining
the meaning of life. Not one of the 42 exquisite postulates
or the amazing awe-inspiring conclusion I came up with?"
"Nope,"
we both muttered.
"Guess
I'll have to show it to you again..."
"NOPE!"
we both screamed.
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