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I listen to Chet Baker’s Moon Love, a delicious conversation between trumpet and piano, with the piano light and encouraging and the trumpet soul searching through mournful dark soul catacombs. I have an image of running and see Neutral Avatar asking to run from a situation.
First, I visualize running, and my muscle organization readout shows my outcome. Then, Prototype demo prompts, I follow, and Avatar awaits signals. As Prototype and my readouts get closer, Avatar can move, and I focus on pairing with his hologram until I am running, a body that hasn’t run in years and barely walks anymore.
When the chase is over, Avatar slows down to enjoy his surroundings. He’s on a path with woods on either side and sun motes in the air. Then he hears something, the Chant Singers coming closer, murmuring, You don’t belong here. Go back where you belong. Go back to your damp cell of self-doubt and worthlessness.
I switch to Boxer Avatar, working the Slip Line, focusing on popping in and out of the chant as if engaged in an aerial dogfight. Unfortunately, my right Magnus readout is compromised, and I double down on my visual acuity until Boxer Avatar finds his Turbo Legs and resets the Chant Story.
You don’t belong…you belong in the present… exactly as you are… go back…unlock…clear your old cell…leave it fresh and clean for the next person who…
