“W-what? Oh I’m sorry. I’m here to check-in,” I stammered, clearly distracted by the beautiful woman sitting on the couch.I fumble for my cred...t card and as I’m being processed I can feel the woman’s eyes at the back of my head.“Here is your key card. Enjoy your stay,” says the concierge.As I turn to leave, I quickly glance at the brunette but she’s now on her phone. Damn, she was so fucking hot.That night, before bed, I masturbated to her and what she would look like without clothes on.The. It was a pathetic pond, really. Barely three houses long, and maybe two wide, it hardly seemed worth acknowledging. I couldn’t help it, though. It was just more proof that I had moved to a desolate, ignorant town. Don’t ask me how I considered it proof of ignorance, because it just seemed like the two went together, and I couldn’t tell you why. Every time I passed the pond, I became more and more depressed. I guess the pond was a part of my life, but it seems kind of sad that I placed so much. Lyric is a decent snowboarder and she doesn’t hold the two men back. The three of them enjoy their day on the slopes. They stop in at a bar in town with a really good band playing. This is where Lars meets Riasi. She is standing alone near the bar when he asks her to dance. She smiles and accepts and they hit the dance floor, staying out for several songs.“I really need to rest a minute,” Riasi says after the last song plays.“Would you like to join me and my friends?” the man offers, pointing. With my ability to remember I could, theoretically, sit down and memorize every bit of knowledge human beings have acquired throughout the span of our cultural existence.Though why anyone would want to escapes me, because (let's face it) some of our knowledge is pretty fucking useless. Interesting, but useless.All-seeing ... well, I can see, or sense, one hell of a lot, but not all, so there's another one where I only get fifty percent."What makes a god a God?"Lucy Fan asked me that question.