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| There Ain't No Justice |
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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...
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by Tal Meta
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Flying.
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Skimming along the streets, maybe eight or nine feet in the air. Houses slide
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by, darkness still lurking within them. The world is asleep, and so am I.
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Out of the corner of one eye, I spot a flash of white, as it leaps a hedge
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and hides behind the corner of a house. I stop, hovering in midair, to watch.
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My attention thus diverted, I barely notice in time the second flash of white
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coming up on my blind side, and I sense something vaguely feline in its form
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as I quickly turn and regard the threat.
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Power leaps from my fingertips, blasting the creature so unwise as to hunt
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me. It is (was) a white bengal tiger. It's mate fixes me with a feral stare,
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as it leaps over someones stack of garbage cans and slowly pads in my
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direction.
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Its body is sleek, beautiful and deadly. But its not enough. I cast my will
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upon its form and change it... its body becomes sleeker still, its gait
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becomes bipedal. Its forepaws lengthen into true hands, with claws still
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attached. The eight tiny nipples lining its belly migrate upwards, melding
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into four graceful, humanlike breasts. I change the shape of its skull
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slightly, lengthening the hair on its head, until it is something half
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tigress, half human.
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Finally, I change its hunger, and it smiles at me with a come-hither smile.
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She glides into my embrace, the soft fur of her body tickling mine. Her claws
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draw tiny red lines upon my back as I entwine my tongue with hers, my hands
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cupping her wonderfully silky breasts. I take a step back from her for a
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moment, and she frowns.
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With my left hand I reach for something in midair, and grasp *something*. The
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street behind us peels away to reveal sumptuous bedroom, and with a grin she
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leaps past me to the bed. I join her there, and begin to nuzzle her neck, and
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discover I haven't hands enough to fondle all her breasts at once.
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Sitting up for a moment, I flex my body like _so_ , and another pair of arms
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slowly form beneath my own. In seconds, I have hands enough for the task, and
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proceed to seduce my tigress.
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As we lie entwined upon the satin sheets, she nibbles my ear, drops of blood
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spotting the pillow beside her head. Her claws rake my back as I plunge
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myself deeper and deeper within her, until at last we both climax
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explosively. I watch her as she dozes, and I smile to myself.
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The bed and my lover fade away. I draw my lower arms back within myself, and
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flex my back, and feel the wings draw themselves apart from my flesh. They
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finally pull themselves free, and with one mighty burst, I am airborne.
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The scene has changed. Dark spires of rock surround me now, and I can feel
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the bite of the wind on my pinions. The wind is no longer merely a force
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against me, it is a living entity. I feel it flow against me, and I can sense
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its updrafts. I catch one and let it bear me high above the spires. In the
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distance, I can see the desert to my left, and higher, proper mountains to my
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right. I choose the mountains.
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I soar over the final peak to find a deep crevase spread out before me.
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Within its depths is the movement of people, and animals, and carts. I allow
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myself to drop down into the canyon, and I look at the wonders of this new
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place.
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The people are of every hue. Brilliant blues, irridescant oranges, ebony,
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bone and every other shade you could name. Their clothing seems designed more
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for decoration than protection or warmth: some wear nothing more than
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breechcloths. My own skin has become the color of varnished mahagony,
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complete with lines of grain. My wings, once leathery and plain are now
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feathered in a riot of colors, some of which seem to change and run together
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as they move. I spy before me, perched up high on one of the cliffs, what
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resembles a great archway flanked by two statues that I know instinctively
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resemble myself. A flick of my wings and I am there, alighting upon the
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stone.
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I walk within the torchlit chamber. At the back of the room, stairs wind
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downward into the stone. I set my hand upon the banister and begin the long
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climb downwards. As I take each step, the texture of the air around me
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changes. First it is hot, then it is cold, and sometimes it feels almost as
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if it were made of a million raindrops, and at yet others it has the harsh
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texture of sandpaper.
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I notice that I, too, have been changing. My wings are gone, replaced by a
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long silken robe of many colors. I watch as this, too, changes, becoming
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clothing better suited to the waking world, not this mountain temple i had
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entered. The stairs finally level out and I find myself grasping a backpack,
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dressed in '90s casual clothes, caught in a press of people exiting some
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large building.
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I am walking along a slightly elevated street, approaching a bus stop with my
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fiancee. We step down off the sidewalk and take our places upon the benches
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there. To my left, I spot an old girlfriend, one I have not seen in years.
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She hasn't seen me yet, though. I close my eyes and stretch myself, reaching
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out with my mind to gently touch hers, as we used to be able to do.... I feel
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her glance my way, and I tremble with her at the shock of her recognition.
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She speaks my name... or what was my name, years ago. I slowly open one eye
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and look her way, finally allowing a smile to cross my face. I speak her
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name, and it echoes in my ears with the sound of twarted desires, and a
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mixture of memories, both good and bad.
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I turn to my fiancee, and introduce her to my old flame, and watch as she
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changes into the half-human half-tigress creature I had loved earlier. As she
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moves past me, i see that my old flame, too, has changed. Her centauroid form
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seems carven from a single piece of silver, and in her hands she weilds a
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staff. They fight, there upon the concrete, as the background slowly melts to
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that of an ancient coliseum, where ghostly citizens cheer and throw flowers
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upon the field.
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The shape of the coliseum draws itself about me, becoming more oval in shape.
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The stone softens, takes on grain, becomes wood. Soon I stand upon the decks
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of a massive sailing ship. I walk to the port side rail, and see endlessly
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stretching desert sands. I walk to the bow, and there upon the sand I see a
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thousand sweating backs, all pulling in unison to draw the ship across the
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wastes.
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Time passes. A large dark shape appears in the distance ahead, which slowly
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comes into focus, revealing itself to be a giant head. The multitude who bore
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my ship across the sands drop their towlines, and with much chanting, stride
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one after another into the open mouth. When the last of them has been
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devoured, the head turns its eyes to meet my own, and speaks a single word, a
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word which echoes in my ears, filling my mind, blotting out all other
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thought, reverberating, becoming faintly familiar, then changing tone to
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become...
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The alarm. I sit up in my bed, the grey light of dawn creeping into my room.
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Another day in hell begins...
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