The Iko Effect

Goner sat on the bus, using two pencils as drumsticks tapping out a beat on the empty seat before him. He was bored and really didn't know what to do with his time at the moment, and after all he was on a bus.

At first it was just a random beat; he wasn't truly aware of any song. Then an old song did occur to him - it was a tune his grandmother used to sing to him years ago - and he fell into the beat.

Two young girls sitting on the other side of the aisle glanced over at him and giggled. They were college students and were off to another part of the city to partake in some ritualistic partying. The one sitting by the window had recognized the tune and turned and whispered to her friend.

They began singing, their voices angelic, "My grandma and your grandma were sitting by the fire..."

Like a virus spreading and infecting through contact, others on the bus began to move their heads or clap or stamp their feet...

MORGANFOKKER SAYS THAT THE OUTCOMES ARE NOT MATCHING YOUR EXPECTATIONS

* what is max cube?

version opi8

The Train Kept On A-Rollin'

"What's going on at the moment?" Goner asked. He plopped down on the seat beside Suki. The others were napping or trying to catch some sleep.

"A whole lotta nothin'," Suki replied with a smile. She was sipping on a soda and watching the platforms passing by, merging realities into one plureality. "Just watching the worlds meld before me. It's better than television!"

Goner chuckled. He had begun to miss some of the shows he had grown accustomed too.

"We've been traveling for a long while without any stops," Goner noted.

"I know," Suki said. "And I have to go to the bathroom!"

Monday At Kelly's Dinner

Thunder rumbled across the heavens as the rain continue to fall. This was the third day in a row of rain; it was as if Mother Nature's tears were washing away the sins of the city, which was probably a good thing. The smell of bacon, eggs and home fries cooking on a grill brought his attention back to his surroundings.

Max took a sip from his coffee mug, raised it up signaling to the waitress that he wanted another refill. As he waited, he flipped open the dog-eared journal.  Turning to a page that had the words scribbled in green ink:

 TODAY'S YOUR DAY.

And scribbled underneath it.

Don't let the bastards tell you otherwise. 

 

I Know The Secrets That You Keep When You're Dreaming In Your Sleep...

The train rumbled on.

Max laid across a row of chairs; he couldn't sleep and hadn't been sleeping properly for the past few nights. Though he didn't feel tired at all; he hadn't been since the events that had transpired a few weeks ago. 

If I truly fall asleep I will slip away from here. 

He didn't want that. He was growing into this comfort zone, he was liking the company, the adventure he was having, and he would die if this reality faded away into the nothingness, like a dream after waking. 

He'd grown accustomed to the shunting of the train, and the companions he had met along the way. For the first time in what seemed liked an eternity he felt the feelings of bondship. 

It would be shame if I were to disappear.

Prelude to a Dangerous Moment

"Throckmorton?" Mags asked. She studied his face to see what she could see swimming beyond his eyes. Trying to see what she could read.

"Yeah," Max replied as he drove into the parking lot. He pulled into an empty spot and turned the car off. 

"You sure about this?" Mags wanted to know. She reached into the back and pulled out her katana.

"No," Max said. "But this is the only way that I could do it."

They stepped away from the car, moving in slow motion as the breeze picked up, heading to the entrance of Throckmorton's. 

"You want to do this old school?" Mags asked.

"Of course," he replied.

The Feeling Untrue

Max shifted in his chair, feeling uneasy and lost at the moment. He couldn't make heads or tales of what had just happened, and he had that feeling as if he were Alice falling down a long hole.  

Where am I? 

He blinked and shook his head to clear the cobwebs. The cobwebs weren't abiding by the action and still remained; it was a weird feeling and he didn't know what to do. 

Am I really here? 

He reached for his cellphone and noticed how unfamiliar the action felt, as if he was being controlled by strings like a marionette. He picked up the phone and flicked it on to see that that battery was drained.

Weird, he thought. What the KLF is going on?