The Mind Games 15, 'Wuggah is a wuff, wuff, game.'Mind Games pt 15 "Wuggah is a wuff, wuff game!"
The first thing Quaternity did was give Dr Mentz a venomous look for getting her VR name wrong. As I remember it from 'this morning', she was only 'Trinity' for any of us while I was 'in' the Gleissner, whether real or simulated; and the Gleissner was still standing at the end of the bench behind her, so I couldn't be in it right now.... could I? She was wearing a head set and clothes that came from some kind of vintage costume store like Beyond Retro in what used to be London's old Aldgate garment industry district in the East End. She brushed impatiently upwards at her head set without actually taking it off and opened her hands outwards from her wrists, palms facing upwards, looking towards Dr. Mentz. He seemed to understand this gesture and said "Oh, right.... Trank! Back to VR, quick!"
Confused? Look around. I remembered that instruction from the March Hare Mission and obeyed it, or tried to. From left to right behind the demo
Mind Games pt 14 '...but you're HERE!'Mind Games pt 14 ".... but you're HERE!"
I felt a strong hand grip my right upper arm.
"Don't crouch down there on the floor like a camel! Stand to attention, man!". It was Dr Young, but he sounded exactly like Colonel Ross, "You're the guest of honour here. This is all about YOU. Brace up, lad. we're going to have to walk down there, calmly as you like, and join them in a minute..." he continued in his own countrified, sporting gentleman's accent.
".....mmmmmnnnnn Not going to...", I forced myself to say through gritted teeth, even as Henry Markram was introducing me; "... here, really present in our VR copy of this theatre, so real that he doesn't even have to wear a head set himself, is the Man himself, Martin Ronald Carter. At $6,000,000,000 the price is right! ... please, as they say on your TV show, come on down. No one will hurt you. One of your technical support team is operating your extension remotely, just for this demonstration; that's why it's wearing a head
Mind Games Part Friday The ThirteenthMind Games pt Friday the Thirteenth
He ushered me smartly through the swing door with the round window in it and I found myself in the middle of a level arc of new looking terrazzo flooring. Ahead of me was a fairly long set of broad, shallow steps leading down to a fully equipped laboratory bench with all the services; compressed air, vacuum, oxygen, methane, nitrogen, CO2, liquid air, electricity, computer consoles with embedded flat screens, one at each end, USB style LAN links, fibre optic superwide broadband links and a central lectern with a 'heads-up' invisible autocue and interactive white board controls that probably included some for satellite up and down links, for all I knew.. The white board a few feet behind this bench covered the entire rear wall of the theatre. The bench itself was twenty metres long and there was space to spare for 'demonstration' and other equipment beyond each end of it. The usual high tech lighting racks and PA speakers nestled discreetly
Mind Games pt 12 A Chin Wag Over A Light LunchMind Games pt 12 Chin wag over a light lunch
I was thinking of asking Trank how he got the Zappata moustache and chin stripe goatee which weren't there this morning but remembered just in time to avoid making a fool of myself that in IRL, as the nerds say, it hadn't been only THIS morning but some other morning, an indefinite number of days ago; and that even if he hadn't had time to 'grow', in this sim (and I had to remind myself it still WAS a sim, even after my recent dip in the Mediterranean), he could look like anybody or any thing he liked. I assumed he was dressed up (or was it down?) as FZ because I was such an admiring fan; owning more than half of his official output and with Youtube access to all of the rest, despite the ongoing efforts of Gail, Moon and the Zappa Family Trust.
I sat down between Karl and Quaternity and began to tuck into my steak and chips, taking a long swig of that glorious California orange juice. It reminded me at once of the freshly press
Mind Games pt elevensesMind Games pt Elevenses A Little Snackerel Of Something
I'd been so absorbed in this reconstructed memory, or whatever it was, that I didn't notice that the dirigible was still lowering overhead like a spiteful grey, cigar shaped cloud. I heard someone who sounded like Gritpype Thinne saying, "Moriarty... lower the giant drinking straw! Eccles, get ready to suck as you've never sucked before... we haven't much time. You shouldn't have dropped him overboard, Bludnok! This could ruin our plans."
"Demmed fellah hadn't paid his fare, " said a quavering but indignant, military sounding voice as if this kind of thing happened every day. A huge candy striped red and white drinking straw was lowered from a hatch in the belly of the blimp and descended until it had surrounded me in my patch of warm sea water.
"All right Eccles, SUCK!", said 'Gritpype'. I felt my ears pop and the water level in the straw rose until I was half way between the sea and
Mind Games pt 10 Falling in the waterMind Games pt 10 "He's fallen in the water!"
The door closed behind me and I had a glimpse of some ribbed, tarpaulin covered structure from the inside before plunging through the floor, which had vanished under my feet in the meantime to reveal blue water about thirty feet below. I heard a radio sound effect as of a loud scream, but with rapid diminuendo, followed by a large splash as I hit the briny. It was salt water. What sounded like the voice of a four year old girl a few feet behind me could clearly be heard to say,
"He's fallen in the water!"
I struggled to the surface, shook the water out of my face angrily and looked up in the air. There was a dirigible there! It was trailing a tail. It was a crazy tail. It reached down to the ground.... and was tethered to a donkey! I should have known... it was Colonel Bludnok's Donkey driven Zeppelin Service!
"You swine, Bludnock!" I shouted in a high pitched voice, straight out of the Welsh valleys, "I'll get you for this!" It