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He tells me to envision crawling
into the plushest limousine I can imagine.
Sinking deep into a soft leather chair.
Turn the internal weather controls to perfect
and enjoy the non-stop supply of food and fluids.
Imagine that all you have to do is eat and make babies.
It's eloquent in it's simplicity.
The American dream.
And watch your life roll by in luxurious comfort.
It won't be long now.
Sussurus wasn't always in my brain.
I've been cultivating him.
I named him Susssurus after the analog that accompanies
his voice as it creeps through my nervous system.
When I meditate, I imagine the fibers of my spinal cord
stretching out towards him like feelers.
And for a moment, it's all white noise and I'm inside him.
I went to the doctor when the pain started.
They say he's not a tapeworm or a Guinea worm,
nothing they're used to seeing.
50 feet long now, they say it's pushed
through my stomach tissue.
One end sneaking towards my genitals,
the other coiling its way around my spine
on the way to my brain.
They want to remove him but my answer is no.
This is the moment he and I became we.
I keep it to myself, but I know where he came from.
We are excited to get to know you.
Who is we?
We are the waves of an ancient ocean
crashing to shore, washing everything clean.
Just relax.
Four months passed like nothing.
Time has no meaning to the eternal.
We are part of you.
This body doesn't have long, but it's served its purpose.
Hiding ends after next sun drop.
The eye brain took us back to the dangerous place.
He'd wanted us out, but knew us all out.
We would do as we pleased.
The old body is empty and weak but we still hunger.
Anything to feed the new cycle.
Not here, our birth won't be interrupted.
Dig, dig into the grave.
The eye brain knows a place for us.
You've helped us to reach this point in the cycle.
So are you sure I never mentioned my friend Dennis
to you before?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Maybe you were too young to remember.
Last time he saw you, you were just knee high.
Maybe.
Dad, can I please go to-
Yeah, just hang on, let me stop.
So it's been quite a while, huh?
How've you been?
I've been good.
Just glad we finally decided to get together.
I mean, we've been talking about it so long, right?
So you're Paul?
You're dad told me all about you.
He's been telling stories, sending pictures.
Ain't nothing like the real thing.
Isn't that right, Dad?
You guys should get something to eat,
the food's really good.
We're okay.
You not hungry?
You're not in a hurry are you?
We ate already, had muffins.
So...
Muffins.
That ain't much for an appetite, Dad.
Another top up?
Check, please.
Ugh, it smells in here.
Don't say that.
You sure you're not hungry, Dad?
No, I'm fine.
Thank you.
- 20 years? - Yeah.
Been 20 years since your dad and I were in college.
Man, we shared a lot of courses didn't we?
Yeah, we had quite a few.
What were they again?
Hey Paul, what should we do today, hm?
Got any ideas.
What do you think, dad?
How 'bout fishing.
What do you say, Paul?
Your dad ever take you?
Mm-mm.
Really?
Well now, I don't know about a father
that never taught his boy to bait a hook or cast a line.
Something special about all that time alone on the water.
Allows for a special kind of bonding, you know.
We're more into sports, right buddy?
Paul.
Hey, hey.
It's okay, dad.
I guess the ride up must have tuckered him out.
Just let him nap.
Or would you prefer him awake?
See, you hadn't thought this through, have you?
Hmm?
Hmm?
Maybe this whole thing was some kind of misunderstanding.
So what you gave him, is it gonna hurt him?
So he's just gonna sleep?
I thought we understood one another.
Be back in an hour.
Or you can go home to your wife.
Hey son, it's okay.
Don't worry, it's okay.
It's all right, it's all right.
It's something, isn't it.
I had a feeling.
Wasn't sure, of course.
Then my gut was telling me something.
Then I had a look at Paul.
He was untouched, not a mark on him.
And I thought, that's odd.
Now it all makes sense, doesn't it?
No, no, none of that here.
Don't hide it.
Don't hide it?
It's really beautiful
once you get used to it,
once you start to recognize yourself.
I suppose it's a little off putting at first.
I can't remember.
I don't how you hid it for so long.
Must have been hell.
Perhaps wish for the best.
No bad habits to break.
Paul.
Paul, wake up, wake up.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Paul.
Paul, wake up.
Wake up.
Are you all right?
Are you okay?
What?
It's all right.
I'm sorry, it's okay.
Paul, let go of me.
Let go of me.
It's okay, Paul.
It's okay now.
It's okay.
It's okay now.
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