Logos

Where are you Motion? You came into my life at just the right time. I had just defeated Gravity at the Fountain of Youth, and was about to begin my Triumph. You were to show me to the CDS. You were to show me a good time. Where were my three blonds and my twelve lictors? Where were my planes in the sky? Why didn’t that girl with the big boobs undress before me in the street? Why didn’t my bike key work on that random red car we walked by? Why weren’t we in the future? Why did it take your brains that long to figure out what I was talking about? Did you actually think that we were in the future? Or was I talking so fast you thought culture had advanced by leaps and bounds when it hadn’t even moved by a single afternoon? You weren’t from the future were you? You and everyone else had become so confused that you thought you had grown so much on that single night. But I still got the joke. But worse, I had to pay the price. I didn’t get to celebrate my Triumph. You rained on my parade, Motion. And you stole my camera from my hand. I lost my keys because of you. And you gave me nothing in return but a silly rubber ball. And you never showed up again. Except in the form of my camera, which happened to show up in my apartment a few weeks later. Why did you tell me you represented the CDS? How could this have happened to me? But more importantly, why did I want it to happen the way it did? Because my mind is in control of my life, and I need to prove you wrong, and I needed not see the CDS’s face when I went up to the Royal Suite of the Queen Elizabeth Hotel. I just needed to answer the phone, sit on the bed, and look out the window. The world had not changed so much. Only people had found their centers of gravity. Some of the world was still different that night. Some of the people were still being pulled by me.

Sifu, why didn’t you tell me sooner that you had dislocated my shoulder? Why was I forced to walked around in the world with such a deformity? Why is my right hand no longer cramping into a stiff claw anymore? How was I able to repair my own body? How? The blood in the veins on my right arms were at the point of bursting. Now my arm is perfect again. How was this done so safely? How did you give my right arm back to me?

In the end I needed to heal myself for the supermove to work so well. Only my own consciousness of what I had done could have saved me and the rest of humanity.