mayfield_rpg | 65 - Action/Phone

[Action – 502 Ricardo Street]
[If you’re passing by 502 Ricardo Street, feel free to notice that there is a giant, capsule shaped device of some sort on the front lawn of 502. It seems like it’s a container of some sort, a door in front of it swung open wide, allowing anyone to peer into a space not much bigger than a small closet. The device, itself, gives off a sense of unease, as if you could be trapped in there forever if you even set foot in it and closed the door.

There’s also the fact that Pokey has managed to restrain the PorkyBot he got as a regain a couple of weeks back and is proceeding to try and paint it a shade of blue to match his own. The process is not going well.]

I just told you to hold still and this’ll go quicker.

I don’t wanna! I look awesome just how I am!

Yeah, but you don’t look like me!

This is stupid! It’s not even the right shade of blue!

Yeah…I couldn’t find it at the hardware store. Now shut up and stay still.

[Action – Bodine Fashion]

[Here’s a new sight. If you happen to be in the clothes store today, you’ll notice two boys who look nearly identical to one another, although one seems a bit darker shade of blue and has an obnoxious, whirring red light on its head.

But the light gets covered up every now and then as Pokey puts a hat on the PorkyBot’s head, then trying one on his own.]

What do you think about this one?

Laaaaaaame. Super lame.

Okay, you’ve said that about the last three. We’ve gotta pick one of these.

But I don’t wanna wear a hat! Hats are for creepers and old people having a mid-life crisis.

That may be true but it’s that or cut the light off the top of your head. Which do you want?

….Let’s try that one.

Yeah. That’s what I thought.

[Phone]

So. There’s something I’ve been wondering about for a long time, and I want to see what other people think of it.

For those of you who haven’t been here too long, about two Halloweens ago a bunch of us got a pamphlet talking about the operation of a virtual reality device. The conclusion I’ve always come to, and I think most did, is that the manual is referring to whatever is running Mayfield. However, I think I may have come to a different conclusion than others. Most people probably think we’re stuck in the virtual reality created by it.

I think we might be part of the virtual reality, especially after hearing what happened at the end of the last load of bullcrap when they were performing atrocities against God on people. You guys were told to destroy part of the town to distract her, right? Well, what if that was because she could only focus on repairing the damage to the town, and not whatever the surgeries were doing to revive people? She had to choose one or the other.

Alright I know that sounds obvious but what I mean is: what if the….let’s call it “the repair function” is set to be the same for us and the structures in the town. And we can assume the structures in the town are part of the virtual reality system, instead of being trapped in the virtual reality system. And there’s been several instances where they’ve given us an indication that we function as a power source for the town, in some weird way. They gave us one, sort of, last March, and they gave us one during Christmas. This last load could show that whatever energy we produce isn’t done individually, but somehow split between us as a whole, since some of us needed to be hurt in order for others to revive. It’s like a balancing act.

I’m just saying it seems odd to me that that would be the case if we were entities separate from the virtual reality construct. This is just a theory, and a quick one and I could give more evidence for my supposition, but I’m going to stop now. I want to know what others think, and what others might have to defeat the possibility of we ourselves being some form of virtual reality construct, since I know while I know a lot I don’t know everything here.

It’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while.

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...Do you believe what they showed us? On the outside, I mean?

I don't know. But I think the wasteland is a part of this reality. Maybe without us it's a wasteland, it's just dead.

I meant beyond the wasteland. Outside. That reality is different.

Supposedly that is what's outside. But then again...who knows. You may be right.

Maybe that isn't really outside, just "outside" the confines of the simulation in a comfortable environment. I don't know. Two years and I'm still not really sure what is or isn't real.

I talked with her.

She took it alright.

Good.

[Relieved at that, he turns to Pokey with a smirk.]

Told you I didn't think she'd hurt you.

[Pokey gives a small shrug.]

I wasn't afraid of it anyway.

[And in an odd way, he wasn't. He was far, far more afraid of losing your friendship. That would hurt more than any form of incineration.]

You're not afraid of Hell?

....After being here?

No. Not really.

I don't think there are breaks likes this in Hell.

Doesn't matter. I still don't think it can hurt me worse than this place has.

And there's no point being afraid of some place I'm going anyway.

I'll see you there if I can die.

......

I hope you don't. You don't deserve it.

[Amused, Slugger shakes his head.]

You say that because we're friends.

No.

[Well yes, in part at least. But he isn't going to admit that. Not even now.]

I say that because you just do what you were meant to do and need to do to survive. None of it is your fault. You didn't, you know. Choose it.

I think I could choose to stop if I really wanted to... But I don't. It is my fault and I accept it.

[He just needed to make that clear. I you deserve to go to Hell, he deserves it just as much. Raising a hand, Slugger taps his knuckles on the capsule behind them.]

You're not scared of Hell but you're scared of this?

...At least Hell, in the end, isn't total loneliness. There's company in misery, you know?

[Pokey runs a hand across the side of the capsule until the hand inevitably slides off of it. He looks at his palm, as if expecting to see something only to find nothing.]

But in this you'd be stuck, all alone, for all eternity.

Who would want that?

[That explains a few things. Slugger goes momentarily rigid.]

All eternity??

Even beyond the end of the world. Even when every living creature or planet or star is dead and gone.

Forever.

...

[Silently, he pushes away from the capsule and makes his way to the garage. If you happen to follow him, Pokey, you will find that he's going straight for the nearest shovel.]

[Oh, he's following you. And frowning.]

I told you we aren't burying it.

[And once he has the nearest shovel over his shoulder, he's returning to the backward again. There's a weird, dazed look on his face as if he's still trying to comprehend just how vast the concept of "trapped for eternity" is and he doesn't seem to register that Pokey is speaking to him.]

[Pokey doesn't know if Slugger can't hear him or just isn't listening, but either option makes him a big mad. He tries to grab on to the shovel and tear it out of Slugger's hands.

No one is burying his tomb.]

[His eyes come back into focus and he wrenches the shovel toward himself.]

Why!

Why what?

[Pokey grits his teeth, trying to keep a grip on the shovel, but it's ultimately fruitless. He can guess what Slugger means by why, but he won't answer it. Not yet.]

[You know what, though Slugger will clarify with an even voice and penetrating stare.]

Why can't I bury it.

Because it's mine.

[And that is just all you need to know, Slugger.]

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