491 The Flood, Ch. 4
Chapter 4
"I know you won't tell me what it's about," she looked up at me and held out her glass of wine. It was nearly empty.
"Refill?" I asked.
"Dale, you're the best," Sunny smiled at me once again. Even after all these years, all these lifetimes together, that smile still makes me feel electricity. But then, "What's it called?"
For this, I was ready. "The Fifth Dimension," I lied.
"What is the fifth dimension?" she asked, then guzzled the last of her wine.
"That would give away the story," I said, heading into the kitchen with her empty cup.
"There's height, width, length. The three dimensions of space. Then there's time," she picked up her phone, spoke into it. "The fifth dimension."
"Information," she read off the screen, then called after me, "What kind of information?"
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My city, the place I live in and love, is being torn apart. Basic systems have stopped functioning. Businesses have closed, storefronts boarded up. Sidewalks have become camps.
People walk around wearing masks. But the pandemic is over. For now.
The only thing I can conclude is server space is getting dear. More people are following my path. For that, I'm truly sorry.
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Everything else about this simulation is pretty great. There's been a total abundance the basic necessities. Food. Shelter. Love. Mazlow's triangle I have no issues with.
And lord knows I've had plenty of time. Time to think about exactly what went wrong.
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