Encounters with Consequences - educated edition II Still a pre-action-thing ^^;
So, apparently, the ‚pillow room‘ was all set up.
Gabe prepared the food, handed it to me, kissed me good bye and then winked at me, saying ‘Give me a good show’. And that Raph should be on top for her. At least once.
My fiancée is a wonderful person, really, but sometimes I was concerned about her idea of a healthy sex life. After all, she sent me to have sex with our friend with benefits alone this time.
And since this friend was female right now, this might be a strange occurrence? It certainly was new and… while I agreed, I was not yet sure how to react? How I would react in general?
But well.
The evening hadn’t started yet, Raphael is a very rational and blunt person. Talking it over with him would be fine. If I felt uncomfortable, we would talk it over and everything would be great.
And whatever would happen, I was very sure nothing in our relationship would change, at least from his side. Because he simply decided he liked me and that was that. No judgement.
It was weird to have been literally told this, but… it was weirdly reassuring in this even weirder situation.
It felt good to be able to cling to some facts before having sex with one of my best friends, who sports a newly acquired female form.
Said friend, usually quite in control of the situation, also does text me right at this moment. And, since I am driving, the text-to-speech-function said: “We do agree that we absolutely consent to having sex today, yes?”
I did feel myself blush. But it did reaffirm the stance of proper consent, and that Raphael was not entirely sure either. But there was… an open communication. Which I appreciated.
I then told my watch: “Respond to text: ‘Yes, we do agree. But I’m driving. See you in fifteen’”
Because then we still had time to talk.
The next fifteen minutes, I would… calm down and concentrate on proper driving. Everything was alright. We knew each other since ages, after all. It would just be a little different this time around.
So, I parked the car in Raphael’s spot and got out of the car.
My vest was sitting properly, my pants sat – to quote Gabe – just right, the tie looked good in the mirror, my hair didn’t do anything weird and my jacket did not get too tight yet, despite my admittedly best efforts. I got my bag, my keys, all
I climbed the stairs, took a deep breath and rang the door.
Well. This... this had failed spectacularly.
I sat in my apartment and stared at the wall.
Didn't really see it anymore.
The counter was at zero now. Zero.
Both of them.
I had somewhat forgotten about the whole ordeal, really. Had avoided to look at it.
The bloody thing had jumped around for centuries, after all.
Bloody uncertain birth and everything.
So I hadn't paid attention.
And now they were at zero and I had met not only one, but two soulmates.
Soulmates!
Two!
This whole thing was complete and utter bullshit!
... and then I bite one of them and the other shows up. In a dark alley. And throws me against the next wall.
This move would have cracked a not-vampires skull!
And he didn't even look back to check on me. He checked on her!
I understood, lovely creature that she is.
... flirting had been so easy. So willing. So easy to talk to.
So easily accepting.
... she's had the sweetest blood I'd ever tasted.
I was almost glad someone actually threw me against a wall.
Her blood was singing, and I could barely resist to-
... soulmates are bullshit.
Certainly.
I was too old for this. I couldn't even have an accelerated heartbeat. Blushing didn't even work. This is entirely based on chemical reactions in my brain and these chemicals didn't even get transported properly, so!
It was nonsense.
... but I would have to... at least make sure it'S nonsense.
Talk to them. Spend some time with them, 'Gabrielle' seemed to-
I licked my lips. And then bit my lip.
... it... was true, though: I could always eat them if something went wrong.
... I should talk to... 'Raph'.
Otherwise he might actually try to crack my skull next time.
As interesting it would be to have him try.
Lucky for me that Gabrielle was easy to find... and 'Jibril-Israfil' was such a rare last name.
The internet actually helped. Without any breaches of privacy.
Neuro surgeon and college professor, easily found.
... he looked... like he needed her warmth and life, since he was a lot whiter than me. Even his hair was silver coloured. The green scrubs did not help.
So he was a doctor. That.... that would not be strange at all, right?
... ... ... well, he apparently worked nightshift.
Doctors did paperwork, too, right?
And no one actually liked that. At least I didn't. And the soulmate thing meant we were... on one wavelength, right?
Riiight.
... I didn't need my thoughts out of order after all this time, really.
“... don't care what you say! I fucked up! I need to reverse this! This is horrible!,” said the princess'
voice.
It was muffled.
And I grumbled into the pillow.
Wait. Pillow?
I lifted my buried nose and blinked.
Seemed like I was... in bed?
I blinked again
What the heck? Weren't we on the way to... to a mermaid? And...
Bloody hell I had a headache.
So I dropped my head back in the pillow just in time to hear Michelle finish her whine: “I tooold yooou, he always looked like that. Just because you couldn't see it didn't mean it wasn't there”
“But I have to turn him back, it's all my fault!”
I slowly moved my head to be able to breathe through my nose, chin slowly inching forward until itmy nose reached over the rim of the pillow.
... and then I blinked.
It... was kinda bright.
Like... my room was usually lit by candles and torches and things... and now... it was... bright.
Slowly, I remembered. Right... I've had... paws.
When I moved them to my field of vision, they were... still paws.
… I somehow thought I might have more of a problem with this if I didn't have such a freakish headache.
“- natural! Besides! Why did he blank out if it's 'all natural', huh?! There is nothing NATURAL about that! People's faces don't just burn!”
Oh. Okay?
If I held my paw closer to my face I... did feel something closer to my forehead.
… was a small flame, though. Barely sensed it.
Well... if it was part of me... maybe I... couldn't.
“-is bad for your head. He was under it, Gabe. No way did he got off scott free! That was a full blown mind control,” there were some affirming noises after it.
“Then it's even more important that we look AFTER him! Let me in!”
“No, princess, he needs rest. Mortals are weird, but that's pretty universal: Brains don't take well to sells and they best recover on their own. And keep your voice down. He might hear you like that”
There was a loud huff and a noise of someone sitting down.
My ear twitched.
And for once, I agreed with the brattish dragon. Being alone seemed the better choice. For now. Why she thought they were in any way silent was the other question, but fine.
I put my head back in the pillows. Magical brainfreeze should not be underestimated.
Harrison Bergeron is a Vonnegut story that’s about a society where everyone is equal. In essence the story is about just that- true equality (communism) and a commentary on how it kills the progression of society. George could be very smart, but in some cases seems dumber than his all around average wife Hazel. For example this section:
"If I tried to get away with it," said George, "then other people'd get away with it—and pretty soon we'd be right back to the dark ages again, with, everybody competing against everybody else. You wouldn't like that, would you?" "I'd hate it," said Hazel. "There you are," said George, "The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you think, happens to society?" If Hazel hadn't been able to come up with an answer to this question, George couldn't have supplied one. A siren was going off in his head. "Reckon it'd fall all apart," said Hazel. "What would?" said George blankly. "Society," said Hazel uncertainly. "Wasn't that what you just said?" "Who knows?" said George
George who is of above average intelligence has been “brainwashed” for lack of a better word to believe completely in the mission of this society. He will submit his comfort for the happiness of those who are not "gifted". George cannot remember things he has just said, his brain capacity has been tarnished a great deal, to a point where I believe it is lesser quality of Hazel's. She may not think interesting, intelligent thoughts like George is still able to, but she can at least recall conversation. She is uncertain about it, but able to recall better than George. What I find most pertinent is the fact that this story shows that equality, true equality like communist or marxist theories, create mediocrity. My family escaped Cuba's communist regime at the start and from knowing people still living there today, that is what has been proven to us, everyone is equally poor, no one has incentive to work harder or be better, it's just this incredible depressing state where there is mediocrity everywhere. It does not pay to be accomplished or gifted. You are not rewarded for hard work or use of your talents. With the story, these people with talents must bear painful handicaps just because it will upset those who are average. Why cater to them? It may be cruel to think this but people with stronger minds like George or Harrison are the members of a society who better society with new ideas and inventions or other innovations. Stunting their minds stunts the society's growth.
