Supernova Cyberpunk

A vast slipstream. It races by me like sylph worlds, creating dimensional rifts in the physical realm. I reach my hand out to touch one of these riftworlds, and catapult through time. I'm here at a bar, taking a shot for the road with a boy I just met. The liquor slides down my throat like an elixir, instantaneous happiness. Suddenly I'm gallivanting through the space-time continuum, purposefully and recklessly going nowhere in particular. Supernovae hyperimplode all around me like an extraterrestrial dogfight aimed right at me, and that's when the hairs on the back of my neck started to stand up. What if they hit me, what if I get lost what if I can't find my way back, what will I do? What will become of me? Paranoia seeped through my veins like the liquid shot at the bar finally being absorbed by my body, system shutdown inevitable, operation terminated, code red, abort, abort!

Stop.

And then a lunar cloud floats by me, carried on solar winds, and I think "dude, chill." And suddenly the Supernovae are fireworks, exploding in the sky like a holographic lightshow exclusively for me. The only way the can hit me is if I run head on into them. I decide that would be silly, and drift on watching the show. Categoric rift-haze streaking by like windshield rain, I see light at the end of the liminal solar system. Username, password, system scan complete, virus report: zero.

/logout