Frank & Lloyd & Wright - Part 2

   After Lloyd had left my room, I half expected Wright to come waltzing in and give me her advice. But with her independent attitude, I should have known better. So I got out of bed to take a shower with actual water. I felt like splurging this morning and what a better way to do it than with water. Besides, by the time I get to the kitchen, that same water will be filtered and sanitized and some of it will be in my coffee cup. Nothing is wasted anymore.

   After I'm done, I peak out of the shower stall before completely opening the door to see if Wright is waiting for me. No sign of her. I do see a set of clean clothes laid out on the already made bed. I smile. She hates when I try to wear the same underwear two days in a row.

   I know what you're thinking. Is Wright, Lloyd, or Frank a companion of mine? Or are all three?

   I'm old fashion kind of guy, as much as one can be in today's age of isolation. As Lloyd mentioned in our earlier conversation. The virtual realm feels as real, in all aspects, as actually being with some one and does satisfy my need for intimacy. But not my need for true companionship.

   The avatars I was intimate with the last time I was in a club, in the realm? Those faces are just a blur now. Everyone knows that everyone's persona will change by the day. I have used a hundred myself. But I'm not proud of it. 

   People used to wake up together in the same bed in the morning. Children, or even animals would roam around the house waiting for you to take care of them, feed them.

   Starting from birth all you can remember is seeing the faces of the chamberlains who have taken care of you, your whole life.

   Oh, don't get me wrong. My chamberlains are my family. But as siblings. Not as lovers.

   Frank is like an older brother. Always keeping the finances straight, bills paid, and the house orderly.

   Lloyd would be the middle sibling. Willing to take you down the rabbit whole of unknown virtual realms or play a game of chess with you. Yet always wanting to be somewhere else. Like with his friends, if he had any friends.

   Wright? She's my sister. I wouldn't know what I would do without her. She will always listen to what I have to say with a sympathetic ear. Bobbing her head up and down, indicating she understands what I'm experiencing. Never judging, interrupting, or talking until I have finished. Then she will come up with some kind of wisdom the other two haven't. Never making me feel like a fool for thinking the way I do. Something that I can ponder for awhile so I can make sense of this world I live in.

   She has a good processing heart.

   Breakfast is laid out for me on fine china in the dining room next to the kitchen. All protein meat products, eggs, and vegetables are grown right here in the "Petri Dish Room", adjacent to the kitchen, on the other side of the apartment. No longer the need to use so much land and water for raising livestock and growing fruit and vegetables. The need to have stores, parking lots, and electric cars. All basic materials are shipped directly to everyone's apartment and the the chamberlains categorize, organize, and store the organic cells until needed for growing.

   Please don't ask me how the economy works. That was one subject that I did poorly in when I was young. I knew that Frank would always be there taking care of it for me and he would never have an inkling of stealing from me either. It's not in his nature or his programming.

   I sit down at the table, ready to dig in when Wright walks into the dining room with a silver platter full of fruit.

This is,

I Want A Petri Dish Full Of Meat

Jim Hauenstein

And,

“The past is never where you think you left it.”
- Katherine Anne Porter -

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