Perez awoke from a strange dream. He had wanted to sleep deeply before he watched the Pole Shift from the eyes of a thousand drones. In the dream he floated above a giant, with whom he traded blows. Above the bed he slept in there was an enormous and old mirror, in it a face was saying:
"Perez, Perez?" The mirror held the face of Fiona Apple and for a moment the old man let himself think that it was, even though he knew it was Prophet.
"What?" he snapped, remembering himself.
"Janet Ratcliff has initiated, instead of Mnemosyne." Was it chance that Prophet had chosen the image of a strange and beautiful singer to address him? How did Prophet know? He realized it had watched him ogle Mnem as much as Jane had. He thought harshly of himself, Prophet had built-in his interest of Mnem to the nearest cultural icon match. It was a slip, he should not involve himself with civilization on any level and he felt dangerous anger.
"Let the sow use you and let chance decide! I need to sleep."
YOU ARE READING
The Pole Shift
Science FictionEarth Crust Displacement, a theoretical and devastating geological event supported by Albert Einstein. What if it was about to happen, what if we knew it was upon us? What if some of us were being watched . . .
