Born Hard Again: Book Three of the Future Remembered Chronicles by Bo Unce

she said, sharply.  "Where the hell are you?"
    "Where the hell am I?  Where the hell are you, TK?  There are like, a hundred doors."
    " I know," she smarted.  "They all look alike too.  I thought sure I heard you guys in here, that's why I picked this door."
    "Well, can you come back out?"
    TK laughed.  "No," she thought.
    "Can you bang on the door or make some noise or something?"
    "Not likely," TK responded.
    I paused.
    "TK, what the hell is going on over there?" I demanded.
    "Oh Preston, you don't want to know.  Let me spare you the details, honey," she tried to sound reassuring, yet I was not reassured.
    "Fuck!" I yelled out loud, not mentally.
    "What the fuck, P?"  Koochy jumped back, visibly surprised by my outburst.
    "TK is in some kind of mess she won't tell me about.  And she can't tell us anything helpful about the door she is behind," I explained.
    "How can her ass not rememba' any damn thang about da door she chose?" Koochy mocked.  "Ol' dumbass ho."
    "Well, she did say she thought sure she heard us behind the door.  But obviously that wasn't right," I told him.
    "Ohh, shit, P!  You a dumbass too!  Y'all like two dumbs in one ass!  Lemme put some machine learnin' on dis shit and we goan get to some fuckin innnnnn sights , ya hear' me?"  Koochy got excited.
    "What?  What are you saying?" I asked.
    "I got dis bitch modeled out.  Mathematically, sucka!  Dis a fucked up space, so dem 'coustics be all like RRRRRR screeeee! " Koochy made elaborate gang signs with his long, gloved fingers as he paced around me.  "See, we be knowin' what do' we came out from.  So I can be computin' what do' she be thankin' we be in based on deese damn echo killin' fields shits, muh mane!"
    I rolled my eyes.  "So, essentially..." I prodded him to summarize.
    "Damn, P!  It mean I know where she is, dude!" he shook his hands in the air between us.
    "Oh," I shrugged. 
    "Less go," I heard Koochy's voice emanate from his side while his vacant visage, immortalized in rigor mortis, stared blankly beyond me.  Then, his corpse, stuffed inside the mechanized surgipod suit, sprinted off.
    I ran after him into the darkness that surrounded us.  Running had always hurt my feet, but now I found that without feet, the act was far more enjoyable.  I bounded along on my dickfeet, with the grace of a young gazelle.
    Five minutes later, our shoulders were pressed into the iron of another towering gate. 
    "Fuck, P!" Marcus lamented after a few moments of exertion.
    "Why can't we lift it?" I didn't understand. 
    "Shit is dense, bra," Koochy stopped trying and stepped back.  "We ain't got shit on dis damn do'."
    "TK!" I thought. 
    "Oh... Preston!  Are you here... umph...  yet?" she responded with difficulty.
    "We can't get in, TK.  You have to get out.  Can you see a way to open the gate from the inside?" I thought, urgently.
    She did not respond.  I waited a few moments before continuing.
    "TK!  Can you get out?  Are you there?" I called out, mentally.
    Again, thundering silence.
    "Fuck!" I exclaimed aloud and angrily stubbed five fat cocks into the metal wall separating me from my mother.
    "Ay, P, looka hea'," Koochy grabbed me by my baby shoulders.  "We gotsa look on our own, ya hear' me?  We gotsa get some damn powa and some damn bitches and get fixed up and shit, man!"
    "But, what about TK?" I whined.
    "Fucka sucka, den we get some damn TK!  How we goan he'p her ass now?  Look at us!  We like some kinda fucked up circus freak shit!  Mane, any movie we go to is rated R!  We be puttin' da scene in obscene, ya fee' me?" he moved his rotting arms about like a drunken puppet as he monologued.
    "Argh!" I shuddered. 
    "TK!" I thought, fiercely.  "Oh, TK, are you there?" 
    She did not respond.  I looked at Koochy, skeptically. 
    "How the hell do you think we get out of here?" I asked him, genuinely curious.  Looking up, I couldn't see any light above us. 
    "Chill, homey," Koochy admonished.  "I can hack the shit