Flipswitch Chronicles: Chapter 3, Draft 2
"I don't understand why I get to be pushed around," the Engineer said, panting in the Traveller's wake.
"The answer lies in the question itself," the Traveller answered.
The Engineer stopped in his tracks, coming to the realization.
"Come, my dear, we are near our first stop." The Traveler said as he trudged the loose sands, kicking off pebbles from his path.
Quarter of a mile up was a faultline that cut the land like a horizon. The Traveller smiled. It wasn't visible from where they were standing, but it will be more apparent when they are close. The Traveller quickened his pace, excited to approach the faultline which held host to the key to their survival.
They could almost see the ripples of distorted light, much like a hot-road mirage, but different. This was something that they could feel. Something under their skin was dancing to the gravity pull it exuded. Goosebumps intact, the Traveller made his last few steps before looking up to the large rip in the air, right above the crack in the ground. He immediately realized that it had grown from the time he found it two months ago. It was almost twice larger, now spanning a train cart length. 50 feet of dancing light which did not correspond to any spectrum they were familiar with. It stretched diagonally and he could almost touch it but dared not. The Traveller was proud of himself because he felt like he owned this thing, like he felt he owned all the others marked on his map. He turned to the Engineer, expecting to see a very awed young boy who would praise his discovery. However it was not the Engineer his eyes laid upon. It was the Chemist.
“I’m starting to really pity you.” The Chemist said, somehow sounding like he really meant it. “The boy left quite a while back. I met him going the other direction at Kluesy Town.” He walked past the dumbstruck Traveller and observed the rip in space, hanging in the air. “This is quite remarkable. I’ve only ever seen impressionist drawings of the one that appeared in our hometown. They were quick to isolate it.”
“Ch-Ch-Chemist! You followed me!” the Traveller exclaimed, sounding like he didn’t mean the shock.
“Well somebody was following you. You didn’t seem to mind it at all.”
“I thought you were the boy. So, what do you reckon? Possible, am I right?”
“Hmm… Yes… But it will be difficult.”
“Well, since you’re here, you can start collecting data.”
“That was too quick.”
“What was?”
“Your recovery.”
“Sure.”
“Here I thought I could dupe you. You meant me to follow all along.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
The Chemist sighed and put his bags down.
“I didn't want the boy to leave, though,” the Traveller said to himself.
"The answer lies in the question itself," the Traveller answered.
The Engineer stopped in his tracks, coming to the realization.
"Come, my dear, we are near our first stop." The Traveler said as he trudged the loose sands, kicking off pebbles from his path.
Quarter of a mile up was a faultline that cut the land like a horizon. The Traveller smiled. It wasn't visible from where they were standing, but it will be more apparent when they are close. The Traveller quickened his pace, excited to approach the faultline which held host to the key to their survival.
They could almost see the ripples of distorted light, much like a hot-road mirage, but different. This was something that they could feel. Something under their skin was dancing to the gravity pull it exuded. Goosebumps intact, the Traveller made his last few steps before looking up to the large rip in the air, right above the crack in the ground. He immediately realized that it had grown from the time he found it two months ago. It was almost twice larger, now spanning a train cart length. 50 feet of dancing light which did not correspond to any spectrum they were familiar with. It stretched diagonally and he could almost touch it but dared not. The Traveller was proud of himself because he felt like he owned this thing, like he felt he owned all the others marked on his map. He turned to the Engineer, expecting to see a very awed young boy who would praise his discovery. However it was not the Engineer his eyes laid upon. It was the Chemist.
“I’m starting to really pity you.” The Chemist said, somehow sounding like he really meant it. “The boy left quite a while back. I met him going the other direction at Kluesy Town.” He walked past the dumbstruck Traveller and observed the rip in space, hanging in the air. “This is quite remarkable. I’ve only ever seen impressionist drawings of the one that appeared in our hometown. They were quick to isolate it.”
“Ch-Ch-Chemist! You followed me!” the Traveller exclaimed, sounding like he didn’t mean the shock.
“Well somebody was following you. You didn’t seem to mind it at all.”
“I thought you were the boy. So, what do you reckon? Possible, am I right?”
“Hmm… Yes… But it will be difficult.”
“Well, since you’re here, you can start collecting data.”
“That was too quick.”
“What was?”
“Your recovery.”
“Sure.”
“Here I thought I could dupe you. You meant me to follow all along.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
The Chemist sighed and put his bags down.
“I didn't want the boy to leave, though,” the Traveller said to himself.
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