”“What?”“Our machines are designed to connect to our target in the world we chose. Specifically, we were looking at their brain patterns. When...the transfer was made, you arrived here and the you I’m familiar with…”Zimmerman pauses, her eyes pleading with Tony, a manicured hand moving to her mouth.“Didn’t survive the trip.”“So I died?”“For your counterpart it… was instantaneous. For what it’s worth there would’ve been no pain. We’ll never be able to tell what went wrong on their end, just that. The spear is snapped. As I look up, I see a man dressed in full Hoplite armor. I roll backwards and feel around my waist. My hands grasp around another handle. A sword, about three feet long. Without thinking, I unsheathe the blade. It seems to glow in anticipation of the coming slaughter. There is writing on the handle. It intrigues me, but there is no time to read it. I cut the man to ribbons, and do it without a single thought crossing my mind, just urges.What happens next is a blur. Slash,. I arose late on Saturday morning, I could hear David and Helen talking downstairs in the otherwise silent house as I washed and dressed.That day, after a hearty breakfast and, David and Helen suggested we should take a walk into town, then onto the park so Paddy could have a good run around, do his business, and then return home for an evening of relaxing in front of the TV, and a glass of wine or two, " and if we are good boys Helen will let us watch match of the day " David laughed,. I didn't resist. I felt powerless to resist and I knew that I didn't want to resist. I was glad to feel powerless as it stopped me feeling guilty (though obviously those thought weren't consciously thought at the time). Anyway it worked. With my head against his chest I felt myself exhale and relax and I felt comfortable and safe. He sensed it and I felt him sense it as he relaxed too and I lay against him like that for some time. Looking back those minutes spent in my imagination were the most.