Tulpa-Ware Party (C)
Feb. 27th, 2006 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonHe falls backwards on his bed pressing an old t-shirt packed with ice cubes up to his eye. He's had worse ass kickings, sure that goes without saying, but not in a long time and he's older now and his body don't rebound from the pain like it used to. The problem is shit's happening to fast and he's reacting when he should be thinking. He's gotta put the pieces together and quick. He allows his one good eye to gaze over the maps of cracks etched in the ceiling while through the thin walls of his room a TV set hums with laugh tracks and applause. It started with Sarah, his ex, showing up last week. It was typical Sarah all sex and madness with just the right mix of blackmail and contempt thrown in:
"What do you mean it escaped?"
"What do you think I mean? One day he was there. The next...." Sarah shrugs dismissevely.
"It's a fuckin' Tulpa, Sarah. It's an artifical intelligence made out of pure thought and will. It can't escape..." Adam's eyes go wide with an exhausted horror as he realizes the conclusion she's leading him to."...unless... oh for fucks sakes!" He mutters and lays down across the bed.
"Unless...." Sarah says prodding him on.
"...unless one of your Roll Party Coven willed him to escape."
"And here all my friends said you weren't the brightest guy I ever dated..."
"Not the ones I fucked for blow i'm sure." Adam says with a nasty smile aimed at her. Sarah says nothing in return, only a quick flare of hatred that qucikly lights up her eyes reveals anything resembling emotion.
"So whaddya want me to do about it?" He says lighting himself up a cigarette. Sarah walks over and plucks the cigarette out of his mouth. She walks over to the window and pulls aside the curtain. She doesn't answer him. Adam lights another smoke. This is a game they used to play all throughout their relationship. A cat and mouse chase of Question and Answer. He needs her to answer the questions he knows the answers to and she needs him to answer the questions she won't ask.
As usual she won.
"You want me to find it." He says looking up at her. She turns from the window and flicks the cigarette on the floor. She crushes it slowly on the carpet. "Then what?"
Sarah looks around the room ignoring the question. Adam bolts off the couch and jumps in her face.
"Then What Sarah...?!?!"
"Don't be so dramatic Adam. 'Kill' it ... for lack of a better word."
"Why not just let it go?" Adam shrugs defiantly.
"Can't. It's invested with too much of ourselves. Our energy, our will. Look, does the 'why' of it really matter?"
"And you can't do this yourself, Huh? You or one of your wannabe witches...."
"We tried. Well... I tried anyway. It's not made by us, it's made out of us. It's made out of our vision of a perfect lover. We can't kill it anymore than we can kill our own dreams. But someone on the outside can. Someone not connected to it directly but familiar with how these things operate can." She stops and lights up her own cigarette. "You think I like this? You think I like coming back to the biggest mistake in my life and asking for a favor...?"
"'Favor'? You're blackmailing me babe, remember?"
"True." She smiles triumphantly "So in that case I'll ask the questions then and while we're on the subject i'm not your fucking 'babe'. You have two weeks to show me results...."
"How'm I can do that? Your Fuck-Golem could be on the first Gray Hound out of Terminus for all we know..."
"Not my problem. My problem is not telling your 'friends' up North where to find you. In two weeks my problem is your problem."
"Bitch." He mutters.
"Yep!" She smiles at him brightly, leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Two weeks now Adam. Please, for both our sakes, don't be late for once." She smiles cheerfully and shows herself out.
Looking back at it now, Adam almost misses it, that moment when he had no idea how bad things were about to get it.
"What do you mean it escaped?"
"What do you think I mean? One day he was there. The next...." Sarah shrugs dismissevely.
"It's a fuckin' Tulpa, Sarah. It's an artifical intelligence made out of pure thought and will. It can't escape..." Adam's eyes go wide with an exhausted horror as he realizes the conclusion she's leading him to."...unless... oh for fucks sakes!" He mutters and lays down across the bed.
"Unless...." Sarah says prodding him on.
"...unless one of your Roll Party Coven willed him to escape."
"And here all my friends said you weren't the brightest guy I ever dated..."
"Not the ones I fucked for blow i'm sure." Adam says with a nasty smile aimed at her. Sarah says nothing in return, only a quick flare of hatred that qucikly lights up her eyes reveals anything resembling emotion.
"So whaddya want me to do about it?" He says lighting himself up a cigarette. Sarah walks over and plucks the cigarette out of his mouth. She walks over to the window and pulls aside the curtain. She doesn't answer him. Adam lights another smoke. This is a game they used to play all throughout their relationship. A cat and mouse chase of Question and Answer. He needs her to answer the questions he knows the answers to and she needs him to answer the questions she won't ask.
As usual she won.
"You want me to find it." He says looking up at her. She turns from the window and flicks the cigarette on the floor. She crushes it slowly on the carpet. "Then what?"
Sarah looks around the room ignoring the question. Adam bolts off the couch and jumps in her face.
"Then What Sarah...?!?!"
"Don't be so dramatic Adam. 'Kill' it ... for lack of a better word."
"Why not just let it go?" Adam shrugs defiantly.
"Can't. It's invested with too much of ourselves. Our energy, our will. Look, does the 'why' of it really matter?"
"And you can't do this yourself, Huh? You or one of your wannabe witches...."
"We tried. Well... I tried anyway. It's not made by us, it's made out of us. It's made out of our vision of a perfect lover. We can't kill it anymore than we can kill our own dreams. But someone on the outside can. Someone not connected to it directly but familiar with how these things operate can." She stops and lights up her own cigarette. "You think I like this? You think I like coming back to the biggest mistake in my life and asking for a favor...?"
"'Favor'? You're blackmailing me babe, remember?"
"True." She smiles triumphantly "So in that case I'll ask the questions then and while we're on the subject i'm not your fucking 'babe'. You have two weeks to show me results...."
"How'm I can do that? Your Fuck-Golem could be on the first Gray Hound out of Terminus for all we know..."
"Not my problem. My problem is not telling your 'friends' up North where to find you. In two weeks my problem is your problem."
"Bitch." He mutters.
"Yep!" She smiles at him brightly, leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Two weeks now Adam. Please, for both our sakes, don't be late for once." She smiles cheerfully and shows herself out.
Looking back at it now, Adam almost misses it, that moment when he had no idea how bad things were about to get it.