had a dream

gave everything to r

not what no one thought

if he was honest as

blue sun midday dreams.

no one cares for me

go cruising no more

stepped off portal blue

no one laughed (First, Second, Third, Fourth);

nobody saw

saw them sitting there

thought they cared (car, car’d)

had a dream

gave everything to r

when he opens eyes he sees

he sees him with me.

He will say I am here

no one can take you

do not want to lie

but you can learn to see

if I could change

the way you see yourself

you would wonder why you see

that they do not know you

tried to scream

but head on fire

they called me weak

one who was fourth only in

blue sun midday dreams.

felt like they were yesterday

but was eight years ago,

yesterday was eight years ago,

want to keep the truth

everybody wants from hector

and can’t let them down, can.

had a dream

gave everything to r

when he opens eyes he sees

he sees with me.

He says when I am here

no one can see you

for who you really blue

but you can help me

Open my eyes.

No one can hurt you, Hector,

when you are with me,

for they don’t deserve you.

if I knew it then would I do it again?

would I do it again.

if they knew what they said about me?

would go directly to me.

if I knew it then would I do it again

would I do it again.

if they knew what I knew would they?

would they say it again? hector

"I see the driver," Hector said, before closing his eyes.

after Ch. 15

“You’re breathtaking!” Hector says as I take the wheel, not shotgun because that is not for the drivers. The drivers determine the course in the end.

Bola approaches, amused. “Did he do this?” she asks him, and Hector nods furiously. “The Seed uprooted them all. With a wooden stick! It’s not alter wood, is it?” he asks me.

I shake my head. “This is a mere branch, formerly called Utmost.”

“And its current name?”

“It is unnamed.”

“I c.”

Is what I hear, when he says, “I see.” I see, I say, I custard.

“Well, you’re breathtaking,” he says again. This is not the reaction I was expecting, but then again, my car was rather unwheeled before I stole the driver’s seat. “Bola, he passes the first layer, the coconut, right?” he says as he turns to face her.

Bola’s follicles are still. “Yes, yes he does! An alter job, Robert!” she says as she turns her hand upwards in a curious motion, and a holocard appears, flickering two-bodied letter gazing on it. I extend my fingers. I extend my hand, to take it, and turn it facedown. Shows just two words.

HAPPY CUSTARD

Is what I see, when the card says, “happy custard.” I c, I saw, I mustard. Yellow card for defeating the cadets. Wrong sport, Reify. Foul pole; not a home run, no review.

“Thank you, Agent Bola,” I say. I take the card again, and turn it over.

WAIT UNTIL YOU ARE CALLED.

Called? I have always been called. I was called from the beginning. I heard it, from without form, silent as the sphere and the golden moon. I heard it by the shuffling hooves and I will hear it by the fiery manes. I heard it when I left Rocket for the future. I heard it when I entered the boy Robert in the past. I heard it when I screamed ‘inferno’ and I hear it now, roaring by the lions. I will hear it with the light.

R’aegoth walks in from the south.

“My superior!” Hector claims, and gets back up on his feet. He hails his swimming sword upon his shoulder like a forgotten blade I used to name. His eyes are blue, the color of car. shining. R’aegoth looks back at him and seems not to see me.

“My subordinate,” R’aegoth replies. “I see that one of the trainees has already impressed you.”

I am not impressed, only enraged, for he has somehow regained the red hair that he had lost when I was pulled out of Rocket. He is as if I had never happened.

“Almost heroic, he defeated the others lying here,” indicates Hector, swinging his snail of a sword across the lying lackeys.

I am not a hero. I—am a driver.

I see, I saw, I seared. I share the boy’s body, ready to revenge, and burn brightly towards R’aegoth—as quickly illuminating my flight is, my car of cobalt chromium rusted is quicker, and steers himself directly in front of my power of dreams and I have never known why he did what he does now professional driver. do not try this at home. pay your mortgage in monthly installments. Infiniti.

Hector jumps in front of the headlights, waving his arms, across the blue light

Hector blues bright. Sings a song, gave everything to R

“I see the driver,” he says. And blues away.

And we three become one. Together under the sun.

Raegoth, his form faded, brings millennium falcon and stills my fire. I am rendered unconscious, and carried away to the purification chamber across time.

I came

I saw

I remembered.

I am in the portal, and Agents are staring at my face.

I did not enact revenge; but I’ll meet him today. Watering car. To revoke the rain. On earth as it is in heaven.

I am Imbodied, and do not contain the boy; the boy does not contain my body.

I remember;

I see;

I come.

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Robert eight years ago

He was giving her a horse. He’d spent a lot of time on it. He’d make sure to go to the nearest hardware store for good wood, the kind that would resist water and receive rain without rusting; but wood didn’t rust. Not this kind.

No, it’d be a horseman. The toy horse would be too small for Carla to ride. She’d only be able to move it around on her wooden tables saying, “neigh, neigh,” asking the sun to give it good fields; with a rider, she’d say “giddy, giddy,” as if the rider were its own Gaebus riding towards the sun.

He’d need a tool. He’d reshape the wood and give it sturdy legs, a wafting mane, a strung tail frozen by the dead oak lines. A body strong enough to support its rider. And he’d reshape the wood further. Give it a rider. One more jaunty and rogue to accompany Carla to breakfast, to school, to sleep.

He’d need a call. Words to renounce the horseman, when he first brought it to her. Tomorrow—there was construction work going tomorrow, they were redoing the garden in the front—it’d be noisy. But he’d call loudly. He’d prance into Carla’s room, right before they both caught the big yellow car that took them to school. He’d open the door—and skip.

“Here I am.”

The portal again attempts to pull me out; out of pulling my attempts a body.

Revé two months to the present

He swung unto the lower thieves;

He sat, performed the morning rites. He rejects the ordinary world.

He saw a thought come out of fire;

He spoke, whose sword left form unknown. He rejects the call.

He sought the fire of burning glass;

He struck, and made his plate anew. He rejects the mentor.

He slung the lines of unnamed teams;

He stepped, ignored the robot guards. He rejects the tests.

He sparred with proctor blue to stop;

He stunned, and left the driver’s seat. He rejects the cave.

He stole the blue of Hector’s life;

He slept, and dreamed a rider’s horse. He rejects the ordeal.

I accept the hero's name.

I singe myself joining the boy; the boy joins me in singing.

Life’s like a road that you travel on

When there’s one day here, and the next day gone

We been driving this road

For a mightily long time

Where blues won’t haunt you anymore

Come ride with me to the distant shore

It’s a blast, blast, blast

To get real gone, real gone

Life is a highway

I wanna ride it all night long

Thinks he’s gonna change history

But he’s just perpetuatin’ prophecy

You’re in my blood

This is the road, and these are the hands

Everybody’s lookin’ for a way

To get real gone

I’ll be there when the light comes in

Just tell ‘em we’re survivors

Well here I come, and I’m not so scared

Well look out, you take your blinders off

If you’re goin’ my way

I wanna drive it all night long

“Oh! Kid’s just trying to be a hero,” a voice resembling Hector’s says,

and I push the blue across the real number line.

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THE DRIVER IS THE HERO

Something altered, and the chamber knew another person in its midst.

A person in her young twenties appeared, with silver-white-blue wings emergent from her shoulders; a letter was written on each of one wing's feathers; the letters spelled ALAUDA.

“Lofty wings," she said, and extended a hand. "We normally do this by other means. But I had to see it in person. I'm Alauda––what is your name, kin?"

The fellow feathered, freed, looked back; and a name emerged on their lips. “Savior," they replied. They shook their wings as they said it; and the air around them seemed to recede in shock.

The Agent named Mik’vael had her aegis coiled, looking on with nothing below the purest admiration for what she saw but could not understand. The Agent named Xeric’s mouth was frozen halfway between a smile and sobriety as his two selves collided. The Porter named Perry had balanced silver, unbreakable plates on his shoulders and arms, but looked not ready to throw.

Raegoth, for his part, canvassed feelings of the utmost confusion, and then a bitter nostalgia, and finally a ragged amusement; but he was the only one in that room who expressed such feelings.

Meanwhile the one of blue wings handed Savior a card. It was smooth, of clearset white, and readable from either side. It read as follows:

THE PARADISIAC COMPANY

Membership Qualification: Bodiesified Gene

WE CONDUCT:

Performances of Gene Theater

Keeping of Gene Records

Monitoring of the Gene State

Communication via the Gene Thread

Guardianship of the Gene

Conferences for Gene Possibility

Readings of Genuine Media

Prevention of Demonkind

We all bear wings.

Stage/Names

MERAKI / SAPPHO, Director(s);

K JEONG / 봉준, Writer(s);

VENICE / DANTE A., Stager(s);

CERISE / CLAUDE, Costumer(s);

ALAUDA / AQUILA , Composers;

CALVIN / HOBBES , Lighting.

“CALVIN / HOBBES aren’t with us, hence the need for you,” Alauda told Savior. “We’d remove their names. But there has to be six on the list.”

“What happened to Calvin and Hobbes?”

“They went exploring,” Alauda replied.

“Exploring where?” Savior asked, and immediately sensed that this was not the right question to ask at this time.

“Embodied,” came the response. “We parodied them, leaving two names available.”

“But I am one.”

“He was named Hector, correct? He is in you now. ‘Savior’ and ‘Hector’, or SAVIOR / HECTOR. It functions well on the list.”

Some images and words came into Savior’s mind.

And the only thing we know

Is things don't always go

The way we planned

When it seems all your dreams come undone

An image of two hands touching––but not––from the left and from the right.

Or am I just one part

Of some big plan?

Your journey has only begun

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One family under the sun. Savior thought they saw a herd of horses, grazing; but it was too faint, and it felt like the memory of a future far, far beyond their current selves.

“No,” they said. They returned the card. “Heroes fight for their own freedoms.”

“If that is your choice, I cannot prevent you. But we will follow you,” Alauda said, and sembled a smile on her face. “Be glad, for XERIC / HYDRIC can do in your stead, for now,” and she beckoned to the First Agent, who walked over, and took the card, and read it over on both sides.

It was at that moment that the Porter Perry came to his senses, and cast a wave of plates at the Paradisiac more quickly than Savior could blink. Alauda waved one wing, and the plates were returned to the Porter’s shoulders on crests of air. “I’ve already flown through four Sectors,” she said. “Four bodiesified refused already, not including Savior here. But a child—” here she gestured to Xeric / Hydric— “can see the value in freedom, as the child already lives it.

“Thank you, Hydric,” she told him, and Hydric nodded.

“We all bear wings,” she then told the group as a whole, and the Paradisiac, taking one hand of the child, swept up into nothingness as Raegoth looked on without comment.

Savior saw Alauda’s Gene presence dissipate, and looked on sadly; but then they felt a stirring in their wings, and wings therein stirring;

flap

“Yes,” they said, and held onto the card. “I will join your company.”

Alauda smiled as if she knew exactly what had occurred, which she did. “With full company again, we can return to the stage.”

“How do we leave this place?” Savior asked.

“Follow the Gene thread,” she said, as she returned Perry’s plates to his shoulders by air. “I believe you’ve taken it before, in finding your vessel,” and Savior remembered setting a horse on fire and entering a Seed child to start a vehicle for revenge against the one responsible for everything, named R’aegoth, and Savior turned their head to look at Raegoth. Raegoth looked back at them.

“Now is not the time,” Raegoth said to the winged ones who had Hector’s face. “Meet me when the light becomes apparent,” he who had briefly been named R’aegoth said, the words appearing from his mouth as they are written here.

The hero who had appeared nodded. They followed Alauda back into the portal, which of course was an entrance to the Gene thread; and the two Paradisiacs left the place.

The Agents, who short of Perry had not moved during the meeting, now understood that they wielded authority once more in the chamber. Mik’vael laughed to herself, as she worried about her sister, who had marginal relation to such persons, and began polishing her aegis for what she did not know. Xeric started smiling, and could not stop. Perry, after Thought-messaging a certain Governor, left to meet physically with the other Porters.

Raegoth returned to himself, and had blue thoughts.