See that woman in the image? She`s about to cross over into a place where logic and the usual order of things is ignored, or at least put on the back burner. Gravity, not a problem. Fly over any city or place you choose and see what the view looks like from up there. Wish you could have said something to someone, but missed your chance? Again, no obstacles - remember? Just time travel back to when/where you need to go and change the outcome. Say you need to get around without being seen. Didn`t you know how easily and quickly invisibilty can be obtained? It`s simply a matter of walking over to that floating mirror up there and making the connection.
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Grand Theft, Auto/Creepy People
I was hanging around a group of people and only knew a couple of them. Others were friends of friends. They were definitely scruffy outsider types. What made them outsiders was that they were living, but not exactly alive. I wanted to see more of what they were about and they were trying to get me to become like them. I was very hesitant to do that, even though there was something appealing about them. This fringe element of society had their own set of rules which were flexible and arbitrary. They pretty much did whatever they wanted to without worrying about any consequences. Some of the people in this group that had been this way for a while were kind of smug, as if they were above it all.
There was one especially grungy man who obviously had been this way for a long time. He became impatient with me watching them and asking questions about them. He grabbed my left arm and then jabbed his pointy thumbnail through my skin just above my wrist. This was they way they all transformed into whatever they were. I knew there would be no turning back for me after this. So then I...
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