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A LONG TIME AGO

Chapter eleven: A long time ago

7/24/2017

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AJ, Kal, and the group of C/Os who still were not introduced began a very long downward descent deeper into the underground until they hit bottom.
 
“You must trust us on this. We’ll be walking this tunnel for a long while. In darkness. But it will be worth it. What you will see today had not been seen by other human eyes for over 10,000 years. We’ve seen it, but truthfully we don’t understand it. But you might. In fact we are hoping you can shed some light on it for us.
 
Oh that is funny. Shed some light. You won’t actually be shedding light. We have that handled. Handled! That is funny too. We will light the area with the handles of our sources. How did I become so funny? I’m usually so serious.”
 
Ajax whispered into the darkness to the British girl. “Who are you? What is your name?” “A fine question. Sad to say I didn’t get a name like others here. I got a number. So if a number can be a name then I am One. They call me The One. But I am not in fact The One. That AJ is you. But I am One. That is funny. I am One and you are One. Except you are THE ONE.
 
I should tell you that these others do not speak. They are connected to me. So they are speaking to you right now though me. I was not a C/O originally but they discovered I had the unique ability to receive input and then output. Now it might be fun for you to figure out who of us is presently talking to you right now. In some cases it is me, and other times it may be any of us. Obviously there is a comic amongst us.”
 
“It is nice to meet you One. I sense we are getting close. Am I right?”
 
You are indeed. We are. In that exact moment the C/Os banged their gold canes on the ground and the tunnel lit up like a carnival. And in front of them was almost impossible to comprehend. It was a tunnel carving spanning hundreds of feet in each direction, and they were in the middle of it all.
 
In the centre was a boy, facing out, red cane, on either side was the outline of a human, woman of the left, male on the right.
 
“I may know something about this—the pair of opposites. And the guy in the middle... Interesting.”
 
“And it is where we found these,” said One. She held up her source. “And yours. What is the pair of opposites?”
 
“You and me to start,” said AJ. “But it is more. Much more.”


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