06-10-2017, 11:47 AM
Our travels take us all across the region, and I find myself eagerly anticipating my return to civilization. It’s information I seek, and I’m not getting much from the jawas.
The sandcrawler stops some way out of a large city, and I’ve left even before it rolls to a stop. The buildings here are somewhat rustic-looking, in a charming way, with stone that matches the colour of the dusty ground, and open windows that channel the wind. I fly until I reach somewhere looking rather more commercial, and then drop down, seizing the attention of the closest person I see, some man.
“You there! Information. Where can I find information?”
He staggers, but a snap of my fingers brings him back to attention. “There’s … there’s a library on this street,” he says, pointing.
I turn and fly over, no time to waste. Before long I come across a large building, more modern-looking than the others, with a pillared entrance and a sign in front saying “Carrefore Public Library”. I storm in.
I’ve never seen any building quite like it. For the first time, I consider that perhaps I am in some alien world – that Omni might be a rival god, perhaps. That or he has some serious imagination. There’s a woman sitting behind a desk and a gated entrance. I raise an eyebrow before addressing the female.
“Ey, woman. I wish to access your stores of information. Do you need some …” I rotate my wrist, wishing to get past the formalities, “Greasing or something?”
She blinks. “Greasing?”
“Money. Do I need to pay you to access your stores of information.” God, do I have to explain everything?
She displays the slightest of head tilts. “No, this is a free library. You just need to sign up.”
How laborious. I sigh before taking the form and filling it in, answering a number of mundane questions before handing it back to her.
She scans the paper briefly before looking up at me. “You don’t have a surname? Just ‘Enel’?”
“Enel, yes. You’ve not heard of me?”
She continues. “And it says here your race is … God?”
I spread my arms wide, letting her view my bare chest. “Need any more proof?”
She looks at me with a completely blank face. Then says, “We’ll need to take a picture. For your card.”
“Naturally.” Fusty old slut.
She pulls out a very odd-looking Picture Dial before snapping my shot. A few minutes later she hands me an odd, smooth square of something that shows my name and picture. “The hell is this?”
“Your … library card? You’ll need it to use our services.”
“Right. And what exactly are those?”
“Books,” she says dryly. “We have computers where you can use the Dataverse, printing, photocopy--”
“Hang on, hang on. What the fuck is the Dataverse?”
She sighs and turns her head away from me, most disrespectfully. I grit my teeth. If I didn’t need their information, I’d be burning this place to the ground. Maybe I will if they don’t have what I need. “Donny,” she calls, and a skinny pimpled motherfucker with shoulder-length brown hair approaches. “Could you show this … gentleman how to use the computers?”
“Right this way, sir,” he squeaks in about eight different intonations.
Finally. I follow him to a series of desks, upon which sit raised rectangles of smooth, black glass. There’s some sort of input device beneath it; a loose panel with a bunch of buttons, and a black oval attached to a wire. He moves the oval and the glass suddenly changes colours, displaying a bunch of icons and logos. I try not to show my surprise. What is this?
“Sir, does your world have the Internet?” he asks, devoid of any intonation.
“Internet?” What the fuck is going on?
“The Internet is a communications tool used the world over where people can come together to share ideas and information,” he continues, as though he says this one hundred times per day. “The Dataverse is the Omniverse’s version of the Internet.”
“So I can climb into this thing?” I ask, pointing at the glass window. “It’s a portal?”
“Err … no … sort of,” he says. “This is just a screen. You can look at the Dataverse on this, but not enter.”
“But I could enter, if the window was large enough?”
“Uhh … yes?” he says, but he sounds unsure even of himself.
I push my hand against the ‘screen’ to test it. Instead of passing through, my hand simply pushes it over. It sparks and I jump back. Damn thing seems to be vulnerable to my power.
“Your portal is broken,” I say.
Donny takes a step back, voice rising. “I am sorry sir but you will have to leave.” His voice still sounds like he’s reading from a script, even though he might be about to piss himself.
Man, fuck the library.
A few minutes later, the library is a burning wreck and everybody inside is dead. I fly back to the sandcrawlers, whistling to the tune of sirens. It doesn’t matter. I got what I needed. All I need to do is summon one of my own ‘computers’ and I’ll be able to connect to the ‘Dataverse’ and find all the information I need.
I land on the sandcrawler and bang my foot. “Let’s get moving, people!”
The sandcrawler stops some way out of a large city, and I’ve left even before it rolls to a stop. The buildings here are somewhat rustic-looking, in a charming way, with stone that matches the colour of the dusty ground, and open windows that channel the wind. I fly until I reach somewhere looking rather more commercial, and then drop down, seizing the attention of the closest person I see, some man.
“You there! Information. Where can I find information?”
He staggers, but a snap of my fingers brings him back to attention. “There’s … there’s a library on this street,” he says, pointing.
I turn and fly over, no time to waste. Before long I come across a large building, more modern-looking than the others, with a pillared entrance and a sign in front saying “Carrefore Public Library”. I storm in.
I’ve never seen any building quite like it. For the first time, I consider that perhaps I am in some alien world – that Omni might be a rival god, perhaps. That or he has some serious imagination. There’s a woman sitting behind a desk and a gated entrance. I raise an eyebrow before addressing the female.
“Ey, woman. I wish to access your stores of information. Do you need some …” I rotate my wrist, wishing to get past the formalities, “Greasing or something?”
She blinks. “Greasing?”
“Money. Do I need to pay you to access your stores of information.” God, do I have to explain everything?
She displays the slightest of head tilts. “No, this is a free library. You just need to sign up.”
How laborious. I sigh before taking the form and filling it in, answering a number of mundane questions before handing it back to her.
She scans the paper briefly before looking up at me. “You don’t have a surname? Just ‘Enel’?”
“Enel, yes. You’ve not heard of me?”
She continues. “And it says here your race is … God?”
I spread my arms wide, letting her view my bare chest. “Need any more proof?”
She looks at me with a completely blank face. Then says, “We’ll need to take a picture. For your card.”
“Naturally.” Fusty old slut.
She pulls out a very odd-looking Picture Dial before snapping my shot. A few minutes later she hands me an odd, smooth square of something that shows my name and picture. “The hell is this?”
“Your … library card? You’ll need it to use our services.”
“Right. And what exactly are those?”
“Books,” she says dryly. “We have computers where you can use the Dataverse, printing, photocopy--”
“Hang on, hang on. What the fuck is the Dataverse?”
She sighs and turns her head away from me, most disrespectfully. I grit my teeth. If I didn’t need their information, I’d be burning this place to the ground. Maybe I will if they don’t have what I need. “Donny,” she calls, and a skinny pimpled motherfucker with shoulder-length brown hair approaches. “Could you show this … gentleman how to use the computers?”
“Right this way, sir,” he squeaks in about eight different intonations.
Finally. I follow him to a series of desks, upon which sit raised rectangles of smooth, black glass. There’s some sort of input device beneath it; a loose panel with a bunch of buttons, and a black oval attached to a wire. He moves the oval and the glass suddenly changes colours, displaying a bunch of icons and logos. I try not to show my surprise. What is this?
“Sir, does your world have the Internet?” he asks, devoid of any intonation.
“Internet?” What the fuck is going on?
“The Internet is a communications tool used the world over where people can come together to share ideas and information,” he continues, as though he says this one hundred times per day. “The Dataverse is the Omniverse’s version of the Internet.”
“So I can climb into this thing?” I ask, pointing at the glass window. “It’s a portal?”
“Err … no … sort of,” he says. “This is just a screen. You can look at the Dataverse on this, but not enter.”
“But I could enter, if the window was large enough?”
“Uhh … yes?” he says, but he sounds unsure even of himself.
I push my hand against the ‘screen’ to test it. Instead of passing through, my hand simply pushes it over. It sparks and I jump back. Damn thing seems to be vulnerable to my power.
“Your portal is broken,” I say.
Donny takes a step back, voice rising. “I am sorry sir but you will have to leave.” His voice still sounds like he’s reading from a script, even though he might be about to piss himself.
Man, fuck the library.
A few minutes later, the library is a burning wreck and everybody inside is dead. I fly back to the sandcrawlers, whistling to the tune of sirens. It doesn’t matter. I got what I needed. All I need to do is summon one of my own ‘computers’ and I’ll be able to connect to the ‘Dataverse’ and find all the information I need.
I land on the sandcrawler and bang my foot. “Let’s get moving, people!”
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