A movie hero steps out of my television and proclaims that I am his/her arch-nemesis.
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At first, I thought it was part of the show, but the TV was trash after that. No signal. No picture. Going over to it. A hole in the center of the glass screen. I look back behind me on the wall, there’s something stuck in the wall. An arrow with a note tied to it, “You! The search is over.” Softly at first, almost imperceptible, a faint warning turned to violent rumbling, pictures falling from the walls, plaster falling from the ceiling. I hit the floor to avoid being thrown about the room. The TV, a bursting angry grey tech-flower bloomed with fire and sparks, wires grew from the base of the TV, dark and ominous, “something bad is going on here,” I thought. Glass shot peppered my face, my legs. Smoke inundated the room. I couldn’t see. Then a voice scratched and deep, “This? You? From Sytees Prime to this wet rock I have scoured the cosmos. And you are what I must confront?” “Me?” I whispered to myself. Me. Who am I? Who is this? Why is this happening? When will this stop? What in the actual fuck! Am I dreaming? What is real? Where is my mother? What is important? What have I done? What haven’t I done? Can I call someone? If I run, where would I go? Who would I run to? “You found me. Now what?” I didn’t know what else to say. It picked me up off the floor, tossed me toward the street. Picking bits of glass from my forehead, I stood on the double yellow line like a fence and a decision.
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