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such a fate. Of course, she does not tell him
this, because she does not believe him capable of making those
choices. In actuality, she knows him to be very incapable of making
them. No, instead she feeds him the truth which best suits her own
agenda. Because the actions of every man affect those around him,
her deepest desire is that the young man will act accordingly,
possibly in the best interest of all. However, there is a problem
with acting in everyone’s best interest and that is the fact that
it is so often at odds with the best interests of one’s self. The
gypsy, while not a malicious person, does have an agenda which is
intimately interwoven into the fabric of the man’s identity.
Despite him not knowing that, and she indeed wants what’s best for
him. The problem is: not even she knows what that is.
    An ominous air surrounds the man. The gypsy’s
sigh tells him that she is aware of the change as well. It affects
her to a much lesser degree than it does him.
    “In about a forty-five minutes or so,” she
begins before pausing to look around. “Cohen will track you down.
Depending on how you play your cards, you will be either discharged
into your own custody or formally charged with a crime.”
    Scare tactics; don’t worry about
Cohen. This time will be different.
    “This time?” Will mumbles.
    The voice calms him, but he does not give too
much thought to what it tells him.
    “Should I destroy the card and run?” He asks
Heather, as if it could really be that easy.
    “If that card stops moving for too long, or if
the signal dies, they will lock down the last recorded area the
signal was active at. There’s cameras everywhere. They will track
you down. Especially when all the fact are considered. But that’s
later on.” Her answer defeats him.
    “What can I do?”
    “A do-over. You should start anew,” she
replies. “When you are ready, say the words: initium novum. It will
take you back to your beginning, undoing all progress you’ve made
in your life. You will awaken at your bathroom mirror and all that
you’ll retain are your age, thoughts, and karma. Any relationships
that came into being through your own actions will be
erased.”
    “Wow…” His eyes widen as he processes the
words coming from the gypsy’s mouth.
    “Wow what?” She probes.
    “You sure I’m not high, right? Because this is
a little bit too much for the normal, rational mind to easily
accept.”
    “You’ve never done a drug in your
life.”
    “Okay. Oh, by the way, what about the
interview?”
    She laughs.
    “Uh, you’re going to jail. I thought we
established that. You fucked your interview up completely.” We
laugh after she says this. “If you do choose to restart, make your
way back here for a proper interview or ride it out and see where
this life takes you. Either way, the choice is yours, so hurry up
and make it.”
    “And when will I know my name
again?”
    “When it’s too late to do anything other than
live your life,” she responds.
    “Thanks for your help.” He smirks as if
there’s more he wished to say.
    “Don’t say it. Be mature,” she
advises.
    “Crazy bitch…” Grinning as he walks away from
her and the slight insult he’s just laid upon her, it only takes
but a few steps before he remembers two things. First: he has to
return to her eventuality, if he’s understood her correctly.
Second: he still has a question for her. He turns back to her and
receives a pre-emptive reply, her middle finger pointed directly at
him.
    “Come on, sweetie, I was just
playing.”
    “Fuck yourself,” she tells him plainly, as if
it were no big deal to talk to relative strangers in such a manner.
In her defense, one might be able to argue that she is the stranger
to him, but not the other way around. According to her accounts,
she is very well acquainted with him, and thusly has earned the
privilege to be rude. Not that rudeness is an exact privilege, as
hardly anyone today has earned it and yet