WE MADE OUR INCISION

“THE TIME IS NOW!"

all present eyes opened in unison.

one prying eye monitoring the room through a surveillance camera intensified it's gaze.

a group sigh was exhaled.

"who are you?" breathed Yabo,

the naked newcomer came into view, a nonSex.

Yabo could not help but stare at its crotch, which instead of general reproductive organs contained a small black hole. a colorless infinity. in a moment Yabo was sucked into the void of deep space and carried across an eternity. he spent a small lifetime in that generous expanse.

"but first we must rip open a section of reality"

Yabo snapped back into dim room.

the nonSex sat in the fifth chair. the five joined hands. "can we do it, just the five of us?", Faytus asked.

"we can, if you focus on the tear, conjure up the image of the thing in life you want to tear the most. not destroy, but re-align. open up. except you Yabo, you decide the place where it needs to happen. you aim the weapon."

"NOW!"

the table lit like a small sun

the street door slammed shut

the foliage burst into flame

the prying eye went blind

something within the crotchverse turned its momentum toward a distant newborn star

greygary shattered, sending small pellets of himself into the flesh of the others.

Faytus shrieked and Ramrak howled

the nonSex smiled,

and Yabo glanced down at the map and made his decision....

THE FOG SETS IN, THE SOG GETS OUT

Faytus, Ramrak Ran, Yabo Jagaimo and greygary sat around a stone table in a plush lush green forest. plastic grapes swayed in the breeze. a stuffed crow eyed them curiously. a wooden snake dangled from a high branch. six chairs sat around the table, two empty, one for their friend rinTin, who had not arrived. the other was left because they had a feeling it should be.....

a solar panel beeped above. evidence that this city, or at least this building, once sat on the surface of the planet? that this planet had some sort of sun?

6 months had passed, hunger had come and gone, their flesh had gone from soft and oily to stiff and sunken. parchment. even Ramrak had dried up, and he was the unceasable sluice.

Yabo had gone deep, to discover just where, just what he should be doing. his hand at times had drawn marks on his map. memories had bubbled up to right below the skull.

......his parents had two different size spoons for everyday use, a child he had always demanded the smaller. older, he was always looking for the largest spoon he could find to ingest whatever available soup or stew.

probably laced with sugar, neoSugar or sweetless Suga.

i like the taste but not the effect, and i don't mind my ass leaking into my pants slowly over the course of the day. in fact, i want my ass to leak, i want my faucet to leak, i want everything in my life to remain fluid, because dryness is death.

So close to dry death, our four untrustable comrades sitting so still.

just past a few moldformed trees, a door opened. light raced in from a streetlamp.

"THE TIME IS NOW!"

all present eyes opened quickly in unison.

a group sigh was exhaled.

all reached for their shirtsleeves and exposed the flesh on their right forearms.

an insignia had been burned in, the shape of a star with a slash through it.

"who are you?" breathed Yabo,

the naked newcomer came into view, a nonSex.

Yabo starred at the mark burned into its forearm

it was the same as his own.