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WHY THE RED DRAGON WILL ROAR FOREVER MORE
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“TripTrick & Lamb, can you hear me?” The words come in their minds, and so they do as they are trained and answer in the affirmative mentally. First they prepare themselves by meditating.
TripTrick does this by starting with the bottom of his spine. Implanted there is a special device that connects to satellite stations in his paralyzed legs that give him the illusion of sensation there and provide proper circulation to allow him to walk. He gathers the electrical impulses and marches them up his vertebrae as if they were the rungs on Jacob’s Ladder leading up to his brain. Along the way, he incorporates the rest of this body and takes it with him to his third eye. For just a moment, he can see his body floating in space in miniature right in front of his forehead. It is an olive-colored medium stature with dark wavy semi-coarse hair hanging around his head. He can see his watery-coffee eyes because they are open in his vision. He allows his consciousness to find the mind of the Captain to connect.
Meanwhile, Lamb repeats her name to herself like a mantra until her body image rearranges itself in her mind to become the image of her pure spirit. Gone is her twenty-two year old three foot two body, gone is her curly chestnut shoulder-length hair, and gone are her emerald green eyes until all but her basic essence remains. It turns to recognize the presence of both TripTrick and Captain Prometheus. For a split second before committing to the conversation, she remembered her shock and awe at that this would be their method of entering and exiting the Matrix and communicating with those in and outside that reality.
“Teacher.” They both speak with their souls to Captain Prometheus
“Students. You must be wondering why I did join you on your latest mission.”
“Questioning is what you taught to do, Teacher.” TripTrick and Lamb seem to speak with one voice.
“I wanted to let you prove yourselves. How do you think you did?”
“Your training was true.”
“Good, please report.”
“With the experience of the others, we were able to help push the cause ahead by leaps and bounds.
“We split up and infiltrated The Matrix with our essence, manipulating the code to give more clues to the Old Souls within. We have moved The Great Mitosis forward. We are separating the sheep from the goats.”
“Very good.”
“We acted as muse to authors to finish their works, filmmakers to work their magic, and created the waves to create more synchronicities.”
“And the fields? Did it work?”
“Yes. Your echo came in just as you planned it to seven days ago. It came down from heaven down to Earth, creating a momentary peace in the form of three columns of spiraling light. The witness you called forward besides us showed up and recorded it and were pleased.”
“All of them showed up?”
“All of them. They seem to be strong enough to be aware but stay within the Matrix to continue shepherding others. I thin they saw us, we took on the form of balls of light.”
“Excellent. You have done a brilliant job of carrying our work forward. You do know, and do not fear, what comes next.”
“We do not fear. We accept what happens in this cycle as we accepted it in the last cycle. What has been is, and what is will be again. We are ready.”
“Soon you will matriculate again. Keep your focus and perhaps you need not return again. You have done all you need to do. Go in peace.”
“You as well.”
The dream of the gray tunnel again. I am falling through it; it is closing in on me. Pipes turn into Sentinel tentacles and grotesquely burned human arms all fight each other for a chance to grab me first. I am falling straight down now, as the tunnel seems to shift perspective. I look up, and there is Dove hanging above me, naked in her resplendent glory. One of her legs is tied to a tether which rises up to become one with the darkness above her. The other pale white leg forms a figure four. Her long hair hangs around her like a halo and she is half-smiling like the Mona Lisa.
I reach up to her and she in turn reaches down to me. I call out her name, and my name is returned by her into my ears: “Mage.” It sounds like warm honey. Our fingers almost touch.
But I am interrupted by the shock and horror of a Sentinel tentacle grabbing my shoulder. Soon it turns into a mutant arm and I can see the face attached to it screaming at me in great gurgling sounds. “Wake up.” It now shakes me and demands I wake up.
“Wake up, Mage, the Captain is calling us!”
The reality I was in falls away from me and is soon replaced with the dark pink construct of my eyelids closed in a lit room. My room. My room with my roommate. My roommate Thought.
“Mage, come on sleepy head. Time to rejoin the real world.”
“Jeeze, Thought, I thought you were a mutant arm that finally got me.”
“You’re going to wish I was a mutant arm if you don’t get up right now and answer the Captain’s call.”
“What, what’s going on?”
“We have to move now, we have to man the guns. Move!”
The tunnel whips around them as if they were an endoscope. The steam from the pipes reveals the blue scans. The warble of the craft echoes in the metal and earth around it. Then, something seems to rise up from the middle of the back of the ship and down from its belly. Small bursts of flame appear from these two things, and as if by magic the rusty metal pipes in front of it disintegrate until a path for it is finally formed.
Captain Prometheus watches this and just looks over at K-M and chooses to speak out loud. “Now, why didn’t we do that?”
“You told me to save ammunition. That and I felt like showing off.” K-M tries to play it cool, but soon his smirk breaks into a full smile.
Laughing with him, Prometheus motions for K-M to speed up their forward progress. K-M concurs.
But before they can, multiple error warning lights come on and the ship lurches down and to the left.
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