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SRU: Iteration X
The woman scanned the mall wallway, looking for the little door people
had told her would be there. She chanced a glance back at a section she
had already passed three times and found what she was looking for. A
small plain door with a sign saying "Spells 'R Us". She limped to the
door, hoping that it wouldn't disappear before she could reach it. She
had been searching for weeks and wasn't about to give up now.
Going through the door, she walked into the shop. There was a tinkle of a
little bell, announcing a new customer. Shelves, high and low, were
covered with lots of little trinkets, jewels, costume pieces, and other
assorted junk. She passed the shelves to a small desk with an old cash
register on it. Behind the desk sat an old man wearing a bathrobe and
looking somewhat dismayed. She looked at the man with an anxious,
pleading stare, as if this man was her only hope. Which, in fact, he was.
He looked into her eyes, they stared wordlessly at each other for a few
minutes, and then he said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what your real
name is, either." She broke down into quiet sobbing.
"I am a wizard," continued the old man quietly, "but your identity is a
mystery beyond my ability. In a sense, I don't think you are even from
this reality, but I can't tell further. Believe me, I would help you if I
could..." This seemed inadequate, but he could think of nothing more to
say.
Instead, he just looked at her. She was truly remarkable. The left side
of her face was deeply tanned, the chin freckled and fair, the left eye
was green, the right a pale blue and set more deeply in the socket. Her
nose looked bent sideways, since one side was a slightly larger than the
other. Her hair was in parts long, blonde and stringy, other parts curly
and black. The different parts just merged into each other as if she was
bits of several women jammed together by a psychotic God. From the shape
of her clothes, one could tell that her entire body was the same way.
She thanked the old man in a tired, weary voice. The old man came around
from behind the desk. "Here, let me show you something. I'm not sure if
it will help you, but I do think it is related to your question."
He reached up to a high shelf and brought down a blue swirly ball about 6
inches in diameter. She gazed at its hypnotic patterns as if trying to
figure out a secret Kabalistic code hidden inside. After a bit, she got
the impression of letters which resolved themselves into: STOLSGMC.SAV.
"What do those letters mean, and what is this thing, anyway?"
"That, my dear, is a 'save-game' slot...." Just then, the bell rang and a
young man strolled into the shop. He was handsome and carried himself
with an air of confidence and poise. 'He obviously knows who he is,'
thought the woman enviously.
"Hi, Randy, I'll be with you in a minute," said the old man.
"That's OK, I'll just browse around a bit," said Randy, "Hey, what is
that thing?" he queried, spying the blue ball.
"As I was just about to explain, it is a save-game slot. You can store in
it everything as it currently stands in reality or change to the reality
stored within."
Randy said, "So, it's like a videogame? You save where you are and then,
if you don't like the outcome you can go back?"
"That's right, but I told you to wait." The old man turned back to the
woman, "Anyway, Randy has it correct. For example, you could save it just
before you get married, and if you don't like the way things turned out,
'poof' and you're back to before. Except this time, you know much more
and can use that information. It is an amazingly useful item to have.
This one has a 'saved game' in it, so you can either record now or switch
to what is stored inside. Anyway, if you want it, it is yours."
"Hey! How do you know my name?" asked Randy, not always quick on the
draw.
The old man muttered, "Boy, does that get tiring..." Ignoring Randy,
"I'll sell it to you complete with contents for, say, a nice smile."
The woman, unused to people being friendly with her, lost her defeated
expression for just a second, and gave a quick smile.
"Sold!"
"Wait, I can give you lots of money!" Randy jumped in.
"Sorry, all sales are final, besides I thought you wanted something to
help smooth things over with your girlfriend."
"Hey, how do you know so much... Hey where are you going?"
The woman was leaving the store with her prize, putting it into a small
bag. Randy and the old man were talking while she left.
"Let her go, Randy, I have something more appropriate for you anyway. Oh.
And forget about trying to steal the ball, stealing magic items can be a
very bad idea. You can get into all kind of trouble that way."
"But I wasn't thinking of stealing anything..."
"Don't lie. Anyway, back to your problem. Yes, something to help you
really understand why your girlfriend acts the way she does..." And that
was all she heard as the door closed behind her. She carried the ball
like it was a delicate egg, not knowing if it was fragile or even if it
was truly made of matter. If felt like a pure field of energy, no
sensation of touch other than an unyielding pressure. She got on the bus
and went home.
She sat in her little apartment, poured a small drink, and placed the
"save-game" on a coffee table. It was too weird, she had searched in the
hope that the wizard could tell her who she was, instead she was given
another mystery. Her earliest memory was being committed to the mental
institution, she had total amnesia before that point. No one could
explain her patchwork appearance or figure out how she had fallen into
the ravine she had been found in. Nothing made sense, she thought, as she
lifted her glass and sipped lightly. Nothing.
She inspected the save-game ball, trying to decipher the letters. Why 8
letters, a dot and three more letters? It seemed familiar and she
realized that this was the pattern for the old MS-DOS computer system,
which she had worked with at one of her temp jobs. But, if saving this
reality required MS-DOS filenames, then that meant... but this thought
was too horrible to contemplate. Even though it would probably explain a
few things.
After a few drinks, she weighed her options. She could save her current
existence, allowing her to jump back here whenever she wanted. Great.
Back to the same dismal, lonely existence. Back to no identity, horrified
stares and mocking pity. There was nothing for her here, but the save-
game slot was full. She could jump into it and into another life. What
that life was, she had no idea. It could literally be anything, but it
had to be better than this. After all, someone had liked it enough to
record it.
In the end, there really wasn't much question of her decision.
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He had just finished filling the save-game slot when he looked around
bewildered. He found himself in an unfamiliar body in an unfamiliar room.
It was a college dorm room, with pictures of large-breasted women selling
beer and cars, a messed-up twin-size bunk bed and various books scattered
about. He had memories of being a patch-work woman, lost in a lonely
Hell, drinking herself to oblivion, but was now here, a healthy male. A
Man!
He got up and inspected his body, he was about 6 feet tall, broad
shouldered, strong backed, oh it all felt wonderful. After years of
limping because one leg was an inch longer than the other, just standing
there was heavenly. Sitting next to the recently used save-game was
alarge flat package, wrapped in plain paper. Written on the paper were
the words "Mirror of the Doppleganger". He had to exert some of those
nifty new muscles to pick up the box, and was about to unwrap it when
there was a knock at the door.
He opened the door, and there stood a man with an expectant look on his
face, "So Dave, how did it go? What did you get?"
"Ummm, what?"
"You were going to try ripping off that old man in the mall, remember?
How did it go?"
The man, apparently named Dave, thought hard for a minute. The old man
had said something about it being a bad idea to steal magic items, did I
just do that? Did I steal the save-game? What about the mirror? The
visitor spotted the ball and package. "Cool. It's some kind of fractal
pattern ball, and what's in the wrapper?"
"I'm not sure what the ball is," Dave lied, "but the wrapper contains a
mirror."
"A magic mirror and crystal ball, huh? Isn't that a bit, well, cliche?"
"Hey, I didn't have a lot of time to pick and choose, okay?" Dave thought
hard, this could be bad. "Look, why don't you leave me be for a while,
I'm tired out and need some rest."
The visitor sighed, "Ok, if that's that way you feel about it, you can
sit here with your toys. Look me up when you're feeling social again..."
and he left.
Dave needed some time to think. Apparently he had recently stolen some
items from "Spells 'R Us" and was foolish enough to tell at least one
other person he was going. Should he return the items, with an apology?
The old man seemed friendly enough, but the situation was very different.
But wasn't it someone else who actually stole the items? It was getting
late, and Dave was tired. Perhaps something will come up in the morning.
He went to bed, but didn't sleep very well. The unfamiliar surroundings,
even down to the body, were a lot of distraction.
The next morning, Dave noticed a class schedule tacked on the wall. Math
102 at 10:00 was the first class scheduled for the day. I guess I might
as well go to class, he thought, this does seem to be my life now. He
wasn't sure how he was going to get through school, but this was a second
chance and he would be a fool to waste it. Perhaps he'll drop out of
college, take a trade school or something. He needed lots of information
fast: how much money do I have? who is paying for school? who are my
family? friends? Was that guy in my room a friend? I guess he had to be,
otherwise he wouldn't have been told.
Math class was, as expected, very difficult. It was early in the course
so the professor was going over some basic math ideas.
The professor explained, "Induction proofs are different from the step-
by-step deductive proofs you are used to seeing. In an inductive proof,
you prove a theorem for an ordered set, such as the positive integers
1,2,3 etc. by proving two things. First, you prove that it is true for
the first element, usually by just plugging in the number. Then you prove
that if the theorem is true for element X, then it will be true for
element X+1 (sometimes X-1 and X are used, the result is the same). You
then can conclude that it is true for all elements of the set, even if
that set is infinite in size." The professor's example did nothing to
help Dave understand the point of this, although he found it strangely
disturbing.
Leaving class, Dave ran into the guy from yesterday.
"Hey, man. Are you feeling sociable yet?"
Damn, still don't know his name. "Um, sure, I don't have class
until...let me see.. 3:00, lets go get some lunch." Dave let himself be
led to the cafeteria, all the while trying to come up with reasons he
didn't know anything. He was an imposter in someone else's life, sooner
or later people would realize this.
"You know, I think you've been working too hard or something. You have
this really serious look about you as if you are studying everything and
you react with surprise to little things like a pretty girl smiling at
you like it was a shocking thing. Is there something bothering you?" he
said with a concerned look.
"Yes, I guess I have been a little overwhelmed..." Hah! Understatement of
the year. Decade, even. "I just need to relax a bit, I think, and I'll be
fine," he lied.
"Well, if you're up to some fun, I heard about this great place from
Carl, I think it's just the ticket for you," and handed Dave a business
card. The card was pink, and read "Madame Cleo's" and gave an address and
phone number. "Sound like fun to you?"
"Yes, that does sound like a lot of fun, thanks, err... a lot," Dave
said, putting the card in his pocket.
"Hey, anything for a pal. I hear the girls are really something special.
In fact, this whole campus seems to be full of hot chicks. I think this
is going to be a great year, much better than living back home. Anyway,
I've got to run for a 1 o'clock, see you later," and he left.
Dave sighed. It doesn't look like I have any chance of pulling this off.
What's worse, everytime a pretty girl walks by, I lose what little
bearings I have. Perhaps going to Cleo's will help ease this constant
pressure I've been feeling. Then I can get on with the rest of my life,
Dave's life. First, I'm going to skip class and try to get some more idea
of who I am. He spent the rest of the day looking through paperwork and
documents to find out who he was.
That was exhausting, he thought later that evening. He found that he did
have quite a bit of money, his parents were well-to-do, if not really
wealthy. He found a large bundle of cash, which he suspected was
intended for buying pot, but wasn't really sure. Anyway, there it was. He
pulled out the business card and examined it for a long time.
I've been running so hard today, I should just relax a bit. I've never
felt this good before, my body actually fits. Hmm, I don't think I've
really gotten a good look at myself, yet. And, I have a package that
claims to be some kind of mirror, lets check it out.
The package, in fact, did contain a portrait-sized mirror. Hey, I'm
pretty good looking, although that goatee looks as dumb on me as it does
on most everyone else. Oh, what the Hell. And he called Madame Cleo's
and made an appointment for later that night.
Dave knocked on the door to Madame Cleo's, it opened immediately to
reveal a slim blond girl in a blue negligee and matching stockings with
garter belt who greeted him. Certainly the right place, he thought.
"Welcome to Cleo's, I assume you are the gentleman who just phoned? I'm
Clarice and I'm in charge of the girls for the day. Just wait here for a
minute and I'll go get the girls lined up." She disappeared behind a
black beaded curtain, leaving Dave in a small entrance foyer alone. There
was a small mirror on one wall, and he went over to get another look at
himself. The light was a little dim, but he thought he looked different
somehow.
"We're back," Clarice, said coming back through the curtain. She was
followed by seven girls, each of them dressed in lingerie showing off
their unique attributes. Dave thought there was quite a variety, why are
there so many gorgeous women around here, anyway?
"So, choose who you would like, you can choose all of them of you think
you can handle it... hey, what's wrong?" Clarice said with some alarm.
"Nothing's wrong, why do you ask?"
"You seem to be turning color."
"What!" Dave looked back at the mirror, his face had softened
considerably and his hair looked more blond. He wheeled to face Clarice,
she had similar hair. Oh God, he looked at the other girls, imaging in
his mind what part each of them played in his, her, ...
He ran for the door. Clarice called out to him to stop, he realized the
door required a key to exit. Hiding his face, he asked Clarice to let him
out.
"What's wrong? Why are you hiding like that?" Clarice was about to call
security. The man didn't seem dangerous, but was clearly freaked out
about something.
Dave could feel his chest starting to expand, "Just let me out of here!
Please!" Dave stepped back from the door. "Please." A whimper.
Clarice wanted nothing better than to get rid of the crazy man, so she
got her key and opened the door. Dave ran out into the night. Clarice
noticed he had acquired a slight limp and seemed shorter, somehow, but
that was impossible.
Dave ran in a blind panic, tripped on a rock and was sent tumbling down
into a ravine. At the bottom, he hit his head, hard, against a rock. His
body continued to try to form into the image of the girls at the club,
but there were too many patterns to choose from. Her body settled into an
odd mass after about an hour. Her mind never really did recover. The next
day she was found and placed in the hospital. Later she was transferred
to a mental ward and eventually released months later. Eventually,
working odd jobs, she heard rumors about a wizard who could read minds.
Iteration X+1
The woman scanned the mall wallway, looking for the little door people
had told her would be there. She chanced a glance back at a section she
had already passed three times and found what she was looking for. A
small plain door with a sign saying "Spells 'R Us". She limped to the
door, hoping that it wouldn't disappear before she could reach it. She
had been searching for weeks and wasn't about to give up now....
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