It’s really distracting … a frantic sex dream, but nothing like what Beatrice inspired. I was something completely different, decidedly unhuman. Exquisite, and my mate mirrored me. Beautiful, and he knew how to pull my strings. I say he, but do I mean he? Was I a she? Was this race binary? As it was a dream, my recollection is imperfect. I would create it if I could remember it well enough.
I’m still Gaia Esmeralda Dryar, but with red hair, blue eyes and perfect. I define perfection. I’m beautiful, if I say I am. There are no beholders to judge me.
Did I create my own image or have I developed over time? What is time?
I define time. I start things and let them go. The less I pay attention to it, the faster it goes.
I stood at the top of the highest mountain today, higher than Everest. Much higher. No human would have enough oxygen to breath there. Over 35,000 feet. Will the people of this world attempt to climb it, or will it recede before these people exist.
I need to have sex, but with who or what? Something tells me that will create the dominant species on this planet, not me creating it. They need to be spawned from part of me, although I don’t know if that is their spirit or their bodies.
Everything, all existence, all my orbs are part of me, but this is different. Is this universe complete when I create this species? Does that set the rules in motion?
Concentrate Ezzie. That’s Tommy talking. I need to know what my capabilities are. Are the rules set, or can I change them now? Can I tweak them? If I can subconsciously change the weather, I must have something I can do.
Trust your instinct.
What is instinct? There are certain things about me that are not in my control, my dreams, my urges. My instinct is an unconscious force.
An unconscious force will solve this problem.
Where will it come from? Deep emotion. Need. Desire. Desire? Tommy knows what desire is, but he doesn’t understand it yet. He’s never met a girl he didn’t like. He would say the opposite, but he liked Brenda Huffman in fifth grade, Sarah Patchett in sixth, and Leane Evans now … actually Leane and her twin sister Laura. He can’t decide between them.
Tommy doth protest too much. I’ve seen what is in his mind. If he lets me use his hands to type, there are some residual stray thoughts that seep through. Puberty is in full flow now. Yeah, Leane. They are identical … very identical … but he can tell them apart. Little does he know. He’s in for a surprise.
I shouldn’t interfere, but somehow I’m knowing a lot more about them and their futures than I should … and Tommy’s future. Is what I see set in stone?
Why is this important? I don’t know. By the way, Leane plays trumpet and, Laura is the last chair horn player (for now).
I know far too much now, and I dread what that might mean.