Myth Gods Tech - Omnibus Edition: Science Fiction Meets Greek Mythology In The God Complex Universe by George Saoulidis Page B
Authors: George Saoulidis
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Yeah?” I asked feigning innocence.
“ Weren’t you at Deppy’s?” my father asked, not really accusing
me of anything, simply asking.
“ Yeah…” I replied. Oh man, did my comebacks get monosyllabic
when I was tired or what?
“ Well? Why are you walking around so early? It was dark
outside a few minutes ago.”
“ I had my period,” I said, coming up with an excuse. “Deppy
gave me a pad but it doesn’t fit right. She is too short. There is
blood everywhere. You gotta see the carnage!” I added, stepping
into the kitchen, full into his view.
I
gambled on men’s instinctual reaction to avoid anything menstrual
related, and I was spot on. My dad put up his hand to block his
eyes and pulled away. “Uh, OK honey, I believe you. The bathroom is
all yours,” he said trying not to show how uneasy he
was.
I went
back to my room and said, “I won’t be long, you’ll be on time for
work.” I took off my dirty pants, my scraped t-shirt, the blanket
that I had used outdoors, and threw them all under the bed for now.
I put on my bathrobe and went to take a shower.
As the
water washed away the dirt and the sweat, I felt marginally better.
But my thoughts were troubled. Was this how I was going to live
from now on? Chased by my very own personal furies? Living life in
segments of 109 minutes, having to do all the stuff people normally
do around that schedule? Eating, resting, studying, all inside that
time-gap?
Would I
be able to keep on studying? Going to school? I’d need to leave
class without notice, every day for at least four times per day. It
would make every single day a chore. Not that it already wasn’t,
but time flew by sometimes. My Erinyes would make sure I’d never be
relaxed again.
If my
parents were in on this with me, maybe we could come up with a
medical condition to explain away my “episodes” to the teachers.
But how could I explain this to them? Dad would simply die of
sorrow if he found out that the new veil phone he gave me was
somehow linked to this.
Plus, it
was a practical matter. Going to the small forest to spend the
night had been a rather bad idea. The mere thought of having to
spend another night, let alone another attack in a dark scary
forest got me shivering despite the warm running water on me. I’d
have to find another way, someplace where I could escape the
Erinyes attack without people gawking at me. Taking video of me,
laughing at my condition.
I
shivered again.
The
comfort of my home was the only thing that was keeping me from
bursting into tears. I leaned out the shower and grabbed my watch.
Being waterproof was handy, it turns out. I have less than an hour
till the next attack. If I hadn’t gathered myself, my thoughts,
calmed myself with a shower, I’d have gone mad when it
came.
I
thought about it.
Be on
the run. Someplace open, not too crowded. It didn’t really matter
where, I just needed to avoid dangerous stuff like train-tracks and
busy roads. Hiding didn’t seem work.
Only
running.
Chapter
31
I was at
a roadside, in an open place. It was a big open piece of land next
to a highway, that had stacked ceramics and statues for sale. I was
going past it daily on the bus, and I’d never noticed anyone
actually manning the place. The ground was full of white rounded
gravel, noisy but it didn’t matter at morning. I didn’t know if
anyone actually sold anything here, it could have been one of those
businesses that had closed down and never been resold.
I was
sitting on a brown smokestack. It had some shade from the tiny
shack that they used to have as an office there. It had been easy
to jump over the fence, but my aching muscles had made it a small
torture.
I was
checking my phone every two seconds.
Now,
that fact wasn’t unusual for me, the social media addict that I was
with narcissistic tendencies, as Billy would put it. The unusual
part was that I was waiting for Prodromos to call me back, or at
least reply with a message or
“ Weren’t you at Deppy’s?” my father asked, not really accusing
me of anything, simply asking.
“ Yeah…” I replied. Oh man, did my comebacks get monosyllabic
when I was tired or what?
“ Well? Why are you walking around so early? It was dark
outside a few minutes ago.”
“ I had my period,” I said, coming up with an excuse. “Deppy
gave me a pad but it doesn’t fit right. She is too short. There is
blood everywhere. You gotta see the carnage!” I added, stepping
into the kitchen, full into his view.
I
gambled on men’s instinctual reaction to avoid anything menstrual
related, and I was spot on. My dad put up his hand to block his
eyes and pulled away. “Uh, OK honey, I believe you. The bathroom is
all yours,” he said trying not to show how uneasy he
was.
I went
back to my room and said, “I won’t be long, you’ll be on time for
work.” I took off my dirty pants, my scraped t-shirt, the blanket
that I had used outdoors, and threw them all under the bed for now.
I put on my bathrobe and went to take a shower.
As the
water washed away the dirt and the sweat, I felt marginally better.
But my thoughts were troubled. Was this how I was going to live
from now on? Chased by my very own personal furies? Living life in
segments of 109 minutes, having to do all the stuff people normally
do around that schedule? Eating, resting, studying, all inside that
time-gap?
Would I
be able to keep on studying? Going to school? I’d need to leave
class without notice, every day for at least four times per day. It
would make every single day a chore. Not that it already wasn’t,
but time flew by sometimes. My Erinyes would make sure I’d never be
relaxed again.
If my
parents were in on this with me, maybe we could come up with a
medical condition to explain away my “episodes” to the teachers.
But how could I explain this to them? Dad would simply die of
sorrow if he found out that the new veil phone he gave me was
somehow linked to this.
Plus, it
was a practical matter. Going to the small forest to spend the
night had been a rather bad idea. The mere thought of having to
spend another night, let alone another attack in a dark scary
forest got me shivering despite the warm running water on me. I’d
have to find another way, someplace where I could escape the
Erinyes attack without people gawking at me. Taking video of me,
laughing at my condition.
I
shivered again.
The
comfort of my home was the only thing that was keeping me from
bursting into tears. I leaned out the shower and grabbed my watch.
Being waterproof was handy, it turns out. I have less than an hour
till the next attack. If I hadn’t gathered myself, my thoughts,
calmed myself with a shower, I’d have gone mad when it
came.
I
thought about it.
Be on
the run. Someplace open, not too crowded. It didn’t really matter
where, I just needed to avoid dangerous stuff like train-tracks and
busy roads. Hiding didn’t seem work.
Only
running.
Chapter
31
I was at
a roadside, in an open place. It was a big open piece of land next
to a highway, that had stacked ceramics and statues for sale. I was
going past it daily on the bus, and I’d never noticed anyone
actually manning the place. The ground was full of white rounded
gravel, noisy but it didn’t matter at morning. I didn’t know if
anyone actually sold anything here, it could have been one of those
businesses that had closed down and never been resold.
I was
sitting on a brown smokestack. It had some shade from the tiny
shack that they used to have as an office there. It had been easy
to jump over the fence, but my aching muscles had made it a small
torture.
I was
checking my phone every two seconds.
Now,
that fact wasn’t unusual for me, the social media addict that I was
with narcissistic tendencies, as Billy would put it. The unusual
part was that I was waiting for Prodromos to call me back, or at
least reply with a message or