“Slick, how did you know I’d be here at this time today?”
“I didn’t. I was just hoping you’d come back ASAP. You turned out to be the person I’d been hoping to find here. I’ve had hopes and dreams, more so than the other guys on the team. We all love this place, but there’s gotta be a reason we keep replaying these games over and over here. Don’t get me wrong, we still love playing. This was the best time in our lives. There’s a higher power making us do this over and over.
I think Stephen Hawking is full of it. There must be a God.”
I heard a voice this morning, out of nowhere, telling me to return to the Ark, today. Was that you?”
“Say what?” I can’t say anything that can be heard outside this building, and inside, only to my team, and now, you. In fact, none of us can even leave this place. I can’t explain the voice. Take that again, Mr.
Hawking!” Slick said.
“Hey Mister, are you alright? You’re talking to yourself.” A scruffy, back packed student in shorts and a blue Sunnyside tee shirt was staring at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Don’t mind me,” I fumbled. “Sometimes I mumble to myself… it’s a long story,” was the best I could manage. The kid just shrugged, and sauntered away from us.
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