Flashes of Eternity

"In.. heels?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded slightly. "And a nice blonde wig to boot."

"It takes balls to do that," I acknowledged.

"Paradoxically," I heard. "It takes a real man to disguise himself as a woman."

I nodded in acquiescence.

"He forgot to lock the stall door, though," the individual went on. "And that cleaning lady saw him there, well, sitting on a throne and, you know, spanking the monkey."

"One hell of a monkey it must've been," I grinned. "Cinema on heels. That's what you get when you're not careful."

"Like a movie script for a fetishist site," the individual added. "Life is the best at writing scripts."

"Exactly," I replied.

"I met this dude here," the person said. "He told me he was behind

John Titor and the Hidden Hand. Does that ring a bell at all to you?"

"Oh yeah," I smiled. "It'd seem a successful troll is always successful."

"Alright people!" our conversation was interrupted by a masculine voice coming from an undisclosed location. "The portal will now open. You have been briefed. You know what to expect. I know this will sound overly dramatic, but - under the circumstances - I find it appropriate: Godspeed!"

The conversation I just held, indeed, the whole world I knew was no longer of any relevance to me. People around me shared that sentiment, it would seem, and that was one of the reasons we had been chosen.

We kept walking toward the portal in front of us. One-by-one, we kept disappearing into the literal blue.

Scientists stood by and observed what - for lack of a better term - could be called a wormhole. Muffled sounds everywhere, as if our every move was being analyzed. I knew the stoic atmosphere around me was a mere facade, a mirage to hide the collective emotional maelstrom we were all experiencing.

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