(no subject)

[the_prisoner]

The sounds were familiar. People, pigeons, the city beyond.

The sun was on his face, grass under him. He had fallen asleep in the park. And all that seemed right.

Until reality started to filter back in. The fact that asleep in the park was not where he was suppose to be.

He shot up, looking around. No, he wasn't wrong. The city peaked above the trees at the far end on the field, a soccer game playing out before him. Everything was so normal.

What the fuck.

Comments

[the_prisoner]

"Ah, you're learning the ways of my people so quickly!"

He laughed as they walk, starting to feel like a weight was lifting off of him. He could still feel the ties, securely, to the other world, but in a good way. Right now, though, it was a beautiful day in New York City, and he was about to eat the first Big Mac he'd had in a long time.

"So what have you been up to? Where are you working?"

As they walked, he looked around and realized that he, too, was gonna have a culture shock. For one, Central Park was beautiful and clean. For two, everyone seemed to have little...calculators with them.

"The hell are those."

[ka_mai]

"I am nothing if not adaptable! And the ways of your people are such attractive ones." And life here was easy, at least compared to the life Bert had lived before. There were machines to do everything, services to tend to every need, miracles were common acts of machinery...

"Whatever I can, mostly! All sorts of odd jobs. Labor work, exercising rich people's horses for'em, tending people's pets... Wealthy folks will pay a damned nice bit of cash, jest for yeh to make sure their animals are played with and walked and pampered when they're at work! Assuming yeh've for the right references."

And Bert always managed to have the right references.

"Hmm? Oh! Those are phones! Mobile ones, they're like little tv internet tablets that can make telephone calls but I hardly see anyone using'em for that."