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A new voice broke my concentration. “Uh, are you okay? Here are your drinks.” The bartender had a worried look cratered into his older face. He set them down across from me, and I noted that Proud did not physically touch anything during the placement of the drinks. Was the bartender a wayward savior on this dark path I was falling down with this girl?
“I’m fine, get out of here please.” I turned back to Proud. “I get what’s going on here, he ‘can’t see you’ supposedly, right? Is he in on this, or are you some sort of implantation device in my thought or maybe a hologram? All of them make sense, though I am going with the second simply because you seem to be tailored to my subconscious tastes.” That part was not out of the ordinary, there were a lot of forms of…entertainment…that tapped into the subconscious to edit the experience to maximum personal pleasure.
She frowned, and the motion was so genuine I felt bad for causing it. “You have dark thoughts Tre.” ‘Tre’? Hmm, never had someone shorten my name. “These are always the most painful when you decide that you would rather be suspicious of me. Oh, and yes I can understand your highest level conscious thoughts, haha!” She blushed then started laughing randomly. “Tre, naughty boy! And no I can’t control you, so don’t worry. Though it would be much easier.”
I grit my teeth together and my mouth was in a half frown. “So, what the hell is going on? I hope you can at least understand my doubtful thoughts. I am not convinced you are entirely real. At this point I am expecting anything that you tell me to do might just be a test of my morality or sanity or something.”
Proud laughed at that. “That paranoia you possess is painful, even to me it hurts. Drop that fear! True reality is joyous. Do I look scared at all right now?” Her excited personality was a bit disarming, but I had way too much on my mind to appreciate or believe it.
“No, but you don’t have me changing my appearance and appearing in your dreams. Anyway, what’s the deal? Can you tell me what is going on, or is that part of the test?”
She shook her head, her ribbon softly swaying with the movement. “No test. While unfortunately I cannot conclusively prove anything, I hope you can trust me.” She leaned back, her blue eyes looking upwards while her breasts seemed to be pointing right at me with their temptation. Okay, clearly this was some test to try to lure me in, with the whole ‘oh tee-hee I didn’t know I was flirting with him~!’ persona.
She did not say anything for a while. What the hell was she trying to ‘prove’, that her intrigue was distracting!? Of course that was obvious, but my future death was more important, no matter what she triggered in me.
Eventually she began, “I am glad I do not feel ‘annoyance’, because it would perhaps be nearly unbearable from what I understand the feeling to be. Though, I can deeply appreciate the irony of this situation, which might help alleviate the sensation.” She met my gaze then asked a simple question: “How many times do you think we have had a conversation like this?”
I was sitting there and realized I had to answer her. “Well, one. Right?” I hated I actually questioned if that was correct or not.
“No, not even close. But I do not know either, only vague conscious packets that have survived the back fracture are any indication of the vast multitude. The Emotion Field is implanted with your accruing thoughts that slowly spill backwards. This is how the back fracture is not a complete reset every time.”