Previously our Train had Concluded that due to the highly delusional reasons needed to continue moving forward {on track} it would be wiser to give up our investigation into this metaphor of Reality Being Staged and retreat from the mounting number of absurd glitches graphed into our Brave New Matrix.
Let Us Turn Down The Train’s MerCurious Furnace and go into a hibernation so deep it should endure past Winter and into The New Fifth Season called The Pole Shift Solar Flair Nuclear Fallout of The Digital Freeze. We Agreed.
But here’s the twist: We didn’t reach that deep state because instead The Maximus Destiny Line Demanded our Train’s Entrance into The Hill’s Secret Center for Questioning to Begin and we jumped to make it happen… like any player-version programmed personality would do. Wouldn’t you? Keep Playing The Game of Magical Mysteries until The Ultimate Ending.
Yes This Train Rose Again To Answer The Curious Call From Center, with loco motion made possible via immortal motivations — normally we’d never enter a tunnel marked One Way. That means we cannot turn around to Exit cuz that’s how deviant this place is.
The problem persists that Train Riders don’t rightfully grasp how frightening things can get for us Train Writers who are just trying to get somewhere different. In this Game it’s been said The gods do not play nice with Mortals or their transportation systems.
“As Contestants For Entrance Into Center’s Destiny Line,” Captain reports {and Math agrees} “We either get fucked by the Tech of the lesser gods data banks {the many fates} OR we get fuck-checked by the Truth Sensors of OG’s higher dimensional theology represented by the double-edged sword hanging over the entrance of this tunnel that we’re rolling under.”
Sssskkkrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeekk runs the blade over the roof of our caboose. “Alright, we’ve taken damage but made it through and that’s what matters,” Cap reports, “we’re heading towards Center where it’s said that Candidates of All Ages are Forever Lost in Pursuit of Powers Greater than Adam ever Dreamed to Imagine.”
“Hey Wait Captain! That’s not what I’m after,” I yell in distress. “Does anybody else get this scary sense of duplicity and entrapment? Why Are We Here?! I declare This is a Really Bad Idea and I’m Never Trusting Math Again.”
“Attention Contestants! This is Math speaking. The Center Line has been co-opted by The Third Degree, so we are about to be cornered into making a decision. There’s no reason to get disheveled by the fork before us, just keep a level heading. The solution is to go straight forward. Never go to the left or right, just keep it simple and Stay Super Centric.”
~ 6 Weeks Later ~ Our Train remains unmoved from this juncture since being informed that All Must Exit The Train in order to take The Central Path further. We must continue on foot because the straight and narrow Way has not been updated for mass transit since the late 1800’s. Blasted! This story could’ve been so Steam Punk but instead it feels nightmarish because Leaving The Train’s Safety Is Honestly Too Crazy.
Drones to the left of me, Fires to the right — here I am stuck in The Middle with trusty shoes. I am Dorothy stepping out of her house after it crashes down in OZ. This is the story that I’m telling now because We need a Reason to keep moving despite feeling betrayed by Math.
We feel that Math should’ve warned us about this un-boarding that would be forced upon us so early. Just like an aloof super ego, as soon as we rolled to a stop he opened the doors and stepped out, as The Station Attendant {bearing a near-perfect likeness to Elon} stepped in to confirm The Bad News. A bait and switch: Math switched out for an Elon clone; so insulting. What’s next, Elon clone switched out for the lizard king?
The Captain interrupts my spiraling anxiety, “It’s true that we must travel on foot. Yes, we will lose The Train’s Security. All I can tell you is that Life Continues. We lived before this 4th Dimensional Train Induced the Looping, therefore we will exist beyond its mighty gears. We will continue.”
“Can you believe this Business! No Way Cap. We Need The Train,” one Rider insists, “Hill’s System is trying to make us more vulnerable to their Control by taking us out of our Problem-Solving State of Unified Motion. This is Pure Madness. We should Not Have Trusted Math. We Never Knew Math— We only WANTED To Know Him. ADMIT IT.”
“Forget Math!” I blurt out, “ I’m going forward with Captain and Jeeves and I’m inviting Jesus to join us for extra protection. He’s a Real G. We’ll be totally fine without a Train, like Cap said, we’ll just have to stick together.”
Jeeves presses his top hat down tight and straightens his jacket collar upward. “It’s the only option we’ve got,” he says, while adjusting the cuffs of his crisp shirt sleeves. “The only reason that we persisted so long at this Station was in resistance to accepting our situation. Don’t you see? Math tricked us into entering Hill’s Tunnel, and then tricked us into Choosing The Track that No Train Can Pass. And since We Cannot Go Back, We Must Exit The Train at This Juncture If We Wish to Survive in The Game System beyond this level of Circling Obsession.”
And Give Up The Perfect Perpetual Madness? oh my.
“Pack Yer Bags, It’s Time to Live Free or Die Trying,” bellows The Captain.
So yeah, I kinda snapped at that point. In my mind, this just got Too Real. The Hill was Evil {really Hell} and Math was an agent of Hell’s System, sent to offer us false hope and surely for his next trick he’d ensnare us in The Labyrinth. no doubt.
That’s when I began to run in manic circles, grabbing up my luggage in a whirlwind of panic mixed with disbelief. Then I jumped outta The Train like I was born for dis kind o’ tough luck journeying, while running from separation trauma once again.
Aiming for True Center, scared shitless as ever.
2020 Made Funny?? 