Submission

Piloting a Dimensional Drive is much different than sitting
in a GeeLa or some cyberfuck.  First off there's no chair.
You're stretched out nearly flat with forearms slightly
inclined.  As the Heidegger hums up, it feels like you're
standing on the edge of a very tall building, let's say the
Empire precipice, about to topple over.  But instead of falling,
you stand gently as perception tumbles as a dryer cycle
washcloth.  Anyhow ....
     Cassandra wass supposed to meet us up around d-27, which
in itself is not as precise as it may sound.  Nor as nebulous.
Climb a mountain, there's only so many people you'll meet at
the top. Or on the way.  Is it time? Now that's a funny thing
when you cross dimensions, there is only Now.  Don't get me
wrong, you can travel into the past at any time, but it's like
a museum.  Even if you where to change anything, it was
always that way.  Anywho ....
     As I say, I walk the beach.  Mountains in the distance,
waves lapping at the shore.  Footprints in the sand; will
they wash away or will then stand. Oddly enough, the song
starts in D major 7 and resolves to A dominant 7.  What does
that have to do with anything?  Sound resounds resolutely.
The vibrations are much akin to dimensional shifting. All
clear?  Good,
     She moves linke blue jeans wide blue eyes open.
     "Fancy meeting you here", Cassandra playfully greets.
     "Fancy indeed. Any news?"  I'm not aware of what I'm
wearing. Or where we're at ... maybe a ballroom and a tux.
     "Shall we dance?" She smiles.
     "Must you always be like this," an exasperated grin
essages my countenance.  Her gown an ethereal lace. White.
     "It's what I am." sighing. Slight shrug. "What do you
want to know?" A light rhumba. Sashay.
     "What can be done about it?" Strum. A little more
forceful. Did I say it resolves to A? Quite the opposite,
it ends where it started.  Her gown swirls as she pivots.
     "Do you really want to know?"  Pouting smile.
     There was a time when my eyes were wide open. There
was so much to see. Now my eyes open wide; there's so much
to miss.
     "Yeh, yeh ... forward as best possible ... shall we
dance again?"  Ballroom gone. Beach melting to a mountain
top, clouds lapping in waves.
     "A pleasure." Cheshire. "We'll try a different tuning.
Ta!"
     Landing a Dimensional Drive is a non-sequitor. You're
just here.