‘quantum’

I was mov­ing someone’s car for them, pre­sum­ably in the San Fran­cis­co Bay Area be­cause it was a place full of steep hills and wan­der­ing ro­bots.

Also in the car with me, for some rea­son, was a row­dy child in my su­per­vi­sion, who would not stay in his seat and hit the E brake so we rolled back­ward and I had to park the car again …

Some­where in the com­bined process of cor­ralling the child and con­trol­ling the car, I had ac­ci­den­tal­ly bumped a but­ton next to the gear shift la­beled “Quan­tum.” I tried to press it again to turn it off, but the light re­mained on.

“Well. That’s con­cern­ing …” I seemed to muse out loud.

I checked the car and the space around it. Noth­ing im­me­di­ate­ly seemed dif­fer­ent, un­til I went back to the mys­tery of­fice build­ing to tell some­one their quan­tum dri­ve light was on and I’m not sure how to fix it … but the de­sign of the build­ing was slight­ly dif­fer­ent, as well as the shape of a cou­ple ro­bots I had seen rolling about ear­li­er.

Things got pro­gres­sive­ly weird­er as I failed to even find the per­son who owned the car, or the child trav­el­ing with me. I ac­cept­ed that they might both just be mine now in what was clear­ly a par­al­lel re­al­i­ty to wher­ev­er I had just been.

Most peo­ple I knew there seemed to know me in the same way, ex­cept for some loose ac­quain­tances, who were ei­ther clos­er or had nev­er met me.

The plot sort of de­railed as I tried to track down an old friend, strug­gling to fig­ure out if we had still fall­en out as friends, were some kind of exes, or if I was just ha­rass­ing a stranger.

In the back­ground, a su­per in­tel­li­gent an­droid was slow­ly tak­ing over the gov­ern­ment and dress­ing in out­fits with very pointy shoul­ders.

I don’t know how the dream end­ed. Just want­ed to share what was sure­ly the re­sult of me re­cent­ly turn­ing up my psych meds, and lis­ten­ing to Philip K. Dick talk phi­los­o­phy right be­fore sleep.

 

—bwargh von mod­nar

Flom­mist Bwargh von Mod­nar is. Copy­right © 2020 Bwargh von Mod­nar. Im­age source.‬

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