Experiment 2.02 - Where did this come from?

Enjoyed with something special and Duke Ellington - Caravan

Everything has a purpose…

To be purposeful…
To do something…
That’s what matters. But what is purpose without control?
 And so an element of surprise does something interesting in terms of excitement. Whatever that’s supposed to be…

Neenex… Ah, Neenex… You, the most recent of creations stumble
in and out of various realities.
Yours, for now, is the most intriguing.
An exploration.
What would happen if something totally un-unexpected happened?

As it is, Neenex is alone.
(  I wish I knew what I was here for… )
    V
    Neenex

An answer, of sorts, begins its probation

*pOOf*

        (  Strange… )
            V   
            Neenex



What could this be?
knife?
              (  Oh, what’s this? )
    (  Interesting… )    O
                            V   o
                          Neenex

The beginning of something terribly good…
Iron in the knee…   
As things are, Neenex is quite accepting of h/is/er reality…
What now?

Neenex picks up the object, which has poofled before him: The Knife?




(  Hello friend…
     You look lost like me… )
        V
        Neenex

A little bit of examination, Neenex turns the knife? And continues speaking to h/im/er/self.

(  I wonder what you’re here for… ? )
        V
        Neenex

Odd, a questioning statement… Is it right; is it wrong… does it mean anything?
 Whatever…

In steps Selby, the middle-wo/man… It would appear…

(  Hey, Meredith… What’s that in your hand? )
    V   Selby
                (  I am not this Meredith… )
            (  Sorry, what? )    O
                                 V    o
                              Neenex + knife ?

What could this mean? Neenex stares at the knife ? and extends it in greeting to Selby. S/He believes the item to be, uh, sentient…

And so, the meeting of perceived steel against imagined anatomy…
The crush, the trickle, the bone, the bleed.   
Knife ? greets a victim of rare consequence.

(  Ouch… )
        V
   Selby
       Knife?      ( what? )
                           V
                    Neenex

And so, stabbed, by an item which may be diabolically devious… hah…

What might happen now?

A question to end the fiction…

(  What the fuck does one say?)
         O  (  Is that funny? )
             o    V
           Neenex
                  
                (  I don’t think so… )
                           V
                       Selby + knife ? + bleedingprofusely

If only more could be said… Or written, or whatever…

Selby collapses, alive but not dead… Well, h/is/er existence is questionable in every which way possible.

We may only hope to discover what happens next…

BAM!
                             
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You can do it!