“Did you leap out of your timeline?” Asked Tara
“No, I don’t think so?” replied Karl.
“It would be very bad.”
At first he thought he’d OD’d on vials of O, liquid heroin, drifting solitary into the ether; but this time was different. This time he was definitely awake. He could taste Absinth on his tongue. He could feel hot sticky leather beneath his skin. He looked down at his lap. His hand and clothing were all different, someone else’s. He felt between his legs and jumped out of his skin terrified as if possessed by a demon. It was only a flash but long enough to know it was not a dream. He threw the drugs away and wrestled with the experience all night breaking into a cold feverish sweat.
The door rang midday obliterating the silence knocking him conscious. He brushed last night’s fears to one side convinced it was merely a bad trip. Tara, an unassuming cute blond knocked on the door masquerading as a chugger, plugging a charity for orphan children. Coincidentally he was thinking of committing to something permanent to help the kids in Rwanda the day before. He breathed a sigh of relief. Things had returned back to normal. He invited her in and signed up without fuss. It was more a case of good timing than a clever sell. Karl still had the TV on from last night watching Big Brother live. He was a certified addict. It was great a show to stone to. Not wanting to appear rude he reached to kill the volume.
“No leave it.” She whispered. He saw a twinkle in her eye. It was curious to say the least. “Do you mind if I try something?”
He shook his head subdued. “No”
“Close your eyes.” He did as told. She tapped his forehead lightly. It felt warm. His head became light, his eyes heavy, he grew faint then blacked out.
Seconds later he came to startled, scared just as before. “Fuck, my god.”
This time the episode was more lucid. He was definitely awake in the house as a participant, Brenda the hothead Latino. He panted hard trying to catch his breath phasing in and out of consciousness his vision blurred he saw Tara standing above him offering a glass of his Southern Comfort. He knocked it out her hand.
“Get away. What did you do to me?”
“Sshh..I’m sorry Karl really I am. We agreed the only way to convince you was for you to experience it yourself.”
“What’s going on. Who are you?”
“My name is Tara I’m a Photient just like you. The encounter you had last night was real. We have the ability to possess sentient beings, people but it’s more than that.”
“It’s hard for me to put it in terms you’d understand. “
He went round in circles asking question she could not answer, then went back with a few she could. “So did I become Brenda? Could I walk out the house as her?”
“You could but as soon the carrier wave stops you return back to yourself. The carrier signal must be there for it to work.”
“So I’m only her when the show is being broadcast?”
“That’s it you got it.”
“And where is she all this time. She’s totally unaware. You control her and she thinks it’s her.”
“Business as usual?”
They flicked through the TV channels looking for a live feed so she could show him more.
“It best to start short, ten minutes only. Any longer and you could burnout.” They settled on Karl’s favourite Big Brother. “She looks like a good candidate that one in the red dress”
“Ok let’s do it.”
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