Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 105 Bowling
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005 (Continued)
Robert, Julia, Carol and I were going bowling, but not before Prof had a few words, "Have you driven at night before, Mark?"
Not even in the dimension where #3 and #4 had got their license, as they hadn't had it long enough before merging away to be allowed to drive at night. "Not on roads, no. In a parking lot to show Dad I could drive, after dinner here a while ago. I don't expect any problems though."
"Let's be safe anyway. Robert, you sit in the front next to Mark to keep an eye on him. Girls, you can make it easier for Mark by not distracting him. Which especially means no sex in a moving car. Sex is very distracting. That applies to all of your trips, not just tonight's. It'd obviously be stupid to have sex in a moving car."
I had a feeling that it'd be a bad idea to try the Clinton Argument with Prof, so blowjobs on the way to school were off the agenda, damn.
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None of my other minds thought blowjobs were important enough to start a topic of conversation that could lead to the destruction of human civilization across every w-dimension. Not even #4, somewhat to our surprise.
Prof said, "Let me know how he does, Robert," and then we left, with me having no doubts that I'd better drive carefully.
While driving, I thought about bowling - unlike some drivers I've seen, I can both think and drive at the same time. The last time I'd bowled had been several months before my first merge. In other words, when I'd been physically inept. Back then it wasn't too uncommon for me to bowl gutter balls, which I couldn't afford any of if I wanted to get the maximum score. Because I was so coordinated these days, I was sure I could learn to avoid the gutter, but "learn" was the operative word, so that was on this evening's agenda. With my coordination, if I bothered practicing much I'd probably be a very good bowler even without cheating with TK, so learning enough just to look good should be easy. Provided I could get the ball to hit the pins plausibly - close enough to the center and with good speed - the next issue was how to ensure all the pins fell over. Knocking them over one by one would look silly, but I should be able to starting from the front pin and knock them over working backward fast enough. I'd try different methods out when I got there.
I suddenly thought of a worry, so I asked Robert, "If I bowl 300 I'm not going to be accused of cheating, hauled away for blood testing, have to pee in a cup and get the third degree the way I did after my running race, am I? Because I'd really hated that."
"No. There'll be lots of noise and excitement as you get close to 300, and even more if you achieve it, but you're not part of a competition and there's no prize money at stake so no one's interested in pulling you down. You're only playing for fun. Unlike your running race, if you bowl 300 the most you might get a tiny notice mentioning it buried deep in the paper somewhere, but that's about it, apart from a lot of yelling at the time."
"Phew. I can live with yelling."
Robert asked, "You sound like you don't know much about bowling. How often do you play?"
"My last game was about two years ago, I guess. Before then also about once every couple of years or so, although a bunch of us used to play it roughly once a month when I was about nine or ten."
"That's no experience at all! What's your top score?"
"I don't know. Probably about a hundred or so. I'm really not sure. It was a long time ago."
"And you think you can bowl a 300 game! Are you ever cocky."
There was some laughter from Julia in the backseat. After a few seconds she said, with a very put-on innocent voice, "I've got $10 bucks that's feeling lonely. I bet Cocky can do it. Care to match me, Robert?"
Robert quickly got her point, "Bowling is a whole different game than 8-ball, sis."
"Yeah. He's done bowling before. He'd never played 8-ball before in his life."
"Way to rub it in! Okay, I'm willing to pay $10 to see a 300 game."
I pointed out, "Sorry, but I'm not going to be trying for 300 now. In fact I guarantee I won't get it. I'm going to be playing around, getting a feel for it and that sort of thing. I just want to find out whether I can."
Robert protested a little, "Once you think you've got it worked out, you could have a second game where you go for 300. You're not in any hurry to get home, are you?"
"I guess I could do that."
Julia asked, "From what you were saying at dinner, it won't take you long to find out if you're good enough. Just a few goes. Is that right?"
"I think so. I won't know until I do it, but probably half a dozen balls, or maybe a few more."
"Is that more or less than a full game?"
Robert answered, "It's less. Each game is ten frames. Each frame is one or two balls, so ten to twenty in total. On the low end if Mark keeps making strikes."
Julia said, "If he can prove to himself that he can bowl perfectly in less than a game, then I'd like to stop there. I want to be able to tell all the girls that he hasn't bowled a game for two years, which will be true if he's only bowled half of one. Also, if he bowled 300 tonight, wouldn't people remember him when he came back on Sunday?"
"The staff certainly would. The customers would be different each time."
"Then I don't want that to happen. I want the girls to know that he hasn't played a game for a long time. If we come here knowing he's so good it'll look like we were showing off. The more I think about him stopping short, the more I like it. We can tell the girls that Robert is taking me bowling, but that Mark will be along to watch. Then we can talk him into having a game that he gets 300 in. Hmm, no, that might look too fake. I'll think of something else, but it'd be best if he didn't get 300 a few days before."
Robert said, "Okay. I'll leave that up to you. I can come to watch him on Sunday?"
"Sure," agreed Julia.
We soon arrived at the alley. It was a hard place to miss, as it's name was "Ten-Pin Bowling" and it had ten giant pins on its roof which flashed brightly at night. The guy who owned it was a strong believer in blatant advertising, so it frequently appeared on local billboards, in our newspaper, at sponsored sports events, etc. "Play Bowling at Ten-Pin Bowling" was his much-repeated, unimaginative slogan.
Robert paid for a game for him and me. At our lane he didn't bother putting on his shoes, telling me to bowl for both of us.
While I was swinging my first ball, I whacked it against my thigh, hurting and surprising myself. I dropped the ball, and it was in the gutter before it'd rolled five yards down the lane. Not exactly impressive.
Robert asked, "Do you want some pointers on stance, Mark?"
"Want and need. Thanks."
Robert spent a couple of minutes coaching me, and I quickly picked it up. My next ball knocked down some pins. For the next few balls, I concentrated on getting them to go fast and accurate down the center of the lane. I'd achieved that by my fifth ball. I was now bowling well enough that I could start adding TK into the process, while learning to put some spin on the ball to curve it like good bowlers do, so Sunday's constant strikes will look more believable.
For the sixth ball I tried to change its direction with TK, to see how that worked. Badly was how, which is what I'd expected. The balls are VERY heavy, moving rapidly, and rolling; a hard situation for my TK to work with. I decided not to bother trying to get better at TK-steering, especially as my bowling style was already good enough to get the ball to hit close to the center of the pins, and fast enough to make a strike look plausible. I hadn't had a strike yet, but Robert had commented that I would soon.
On my seventh ball I concentrated on observing the fall of the pins. As it happened I got a strike, but that didn't really matter, other than making my supporters happy. What I was interested in observing was how rapidly the pins fell, because that's the speed I had to reproduce. The occasional late wobbler that fell would be okay, but not several wobblers that fell over one by one, every frame. That would be very suspicious. Knocking the pins down with their usual speed was important. I was standing there thinking about how to get good at this while conserving the number of attempts, so Julia could tell her classmates that I hadn't bowled a game in two years. The method I was thinking about was to have one mind allocated to the pins to the left of center, another mind to the pins to the right. They were to tip their pins over as fast as possible, with the third mind helping where it was needed the most, as would the mind that cleared its side the fastest. The two main questions I had were whether one mind had enough force to push a pin over, and whether we could push them all over fast enough, "all" theoretically being just those pins that the ball hadn't knocked down, although both causes of falling pins would be happening at the same time.
For the first question I wanted clear proof that I could tip a pin over. Testing it while various pins were falling down around it wasn't a good test as it could be assisted by its being hit by the ball or other pins. I was thinking about simply tipping over one of my pins while I was still holding the ball in my hand. It'd look totally unnatural but it was otherwise a very good test. I was worrying whether this would cause me trouble when I realized I could do it to a pin in any one of the other lanes, so any suspicion would reflect onto someone else. I looked at the lanes to either side of me.
I didn't have to wait long for one of my neighbors' games to have a ball go through the pins without knocking them all down. I tipped one of his standing pins over using one mind's TK force. Its late fall looked strange to the bowler, but he happily accepted it. The important thing was that it was easy for me. The pin presumably weighed more than one mind could push (3.5 pounds), but tipping it required a force only a fraction of the pin's weight. The pin's narrow base meant that not much tilt was required before it fell under its own weight.
Continuing to abuse other lanes' pins, I waited until a guy in the lane on my other side was about to bowl. I watched until his ball reached his pins, then tried to push them all over as fast as possible. It was chaotic, fast and quite easy:
"Chaotic" because often I'd be pushing on a pin only to have it get knocked over by the ball or another pin anyway.
"Fast" because I had to change targets as fast as I could, which was virtually instantly. I don't even have physical reaction times to worry about, such as the time for the nerve impulses to go from my brain to my muscles. That means I can change targets incredibly quickly, far faster than someone shooting the pins down with a rifle could do, for example.
"Easy" because so little force was required to tilt the pin, meaning I could accelerate the top of the pin very rapidly. A good bowl would often do most of the work for me anyway.
The guy in the next lane was happy with his strike. I was even happier with it, as I'd given him a strike without anyone noticing anything weird about it. I couldn't definitely say how many pins I'd accounted for because some I'd started pushing were undoubtedly also knocked from below, but I thought I'd knocked over at least two pins that wouldn't have fallen without my effort.
I waited until the lane to the other side of me bowled, and he also got a strike because of me.
All this was happening while I was standing staring down the lane, as if deep in thought about my next delivery, which I guess was true, but not in the way an observer would think. I turned to my supporters, saying, "My last strike was just luck, but I think I've got it worked out now. Strikes from now on."
My girls said, "Yay," or otherwise indicated faith in my prediction. Robert was more skeptical.
My seven previous balls had only used two frames of my and Robert's game, so I had plenty of practice left. I made four strikes in a row, to increasing applause and happiness, even from Robert. That took what the scoreboard showed as a game between "M" and "R" to the end of the fourth frame. I said to Julia, "You can truly tell your friends that I haven't bowled a game in two years. If I bowl another frame then I've bowled two half-games which could be considered a game, I guess. There's no need for me to bowl any more though so we can go home now if you want. I presume you're allowed to leave a game uncompleted?"
Robert laughed, saying, "Yes. You're allowed to leave. They don't have armed guards that force you to finish. You've only got five strikes, and one of those you said was an accident, so are you really sure you want to leave?"
"Yep. I'm fine now. It's actually easier than I thought it'd be."
Robert laughed at that. "Amazing. Your first ball nearly knocked you on your ass, and after eight frames of practice you declare yourself the perfect player. Are you really sure you can get twelve strikes in a row?"
"Twelve? I thought there were only ten frames?"
"There are, but if you get a strike on the last frame you bowl twice more balls to find out what the tenth frame's strike is worth. So twelve. Do you want to continue practicing now?"
"No. There's no difference between twelve and ten in a row. It just surprised me. I can get strikes every time from now on, so it doesn't matter how many."
"So you could bowl thirty six in a row?"
Julia said, "I've got $10 that says he can."
Robert wasn't going to fall for that! "Not this time, Julia. Besides, you don't need the money. Mark can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year on the pro bowling circuit. More than a million probably, with product endorsements. Please let your poor brother keep his $10."
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