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The Show,” I
said.
    “I’m sure I don’t. Why don’t we do something
else?” said the girl.
    “Like what?” said Clive.
    “Why don’t we go somewhere?” said the
girl.
    Clive had a funny look on his face, like he
knew what was coming, and I almost asked him what he was thinking,
but the girl cut in with, “Why don’t we go to Pooter Gorth?”
    “What kind of place is that?” said Clive,
innocently enough, but with a tone that hinted he already knew.
    “The kind of place where you have fun,” said
the girl. “Do you want to fly?”
    “Like up in a plane?” I said, suddenly quite
interested.
    “No, like up in the air without a plane,”
said the girl.
    A distortion in space and time preceded our
appearance in the middle of a grassy park, a park surrounded by
low, gray buildings and things that looked like trees, but were
not, that were, in fact, sentient beings called palents, lovely
creatures that hardly ever did anything unless roused, in which
case, they could be quite lively, although at this time they were
not terribly interested in activity of any sort, happy to observe
the three children who had come to fly.
    “This looks interesting, doesn’t it, Kev?”
said Clive.
    “Follow me,” said the girl, leading us to a
small building on the edge of the park. On the side of the building
I saw a shelf and on the shelf I saw several small metal disks. The
girl picked one up and instructed us to each take one and put them
in our pockets.
    “Where are we?” I said, having forgotten that
we were on Pooter Gorth.
    “Pooter Gorth,” said the girl. “I already
told you that.”
    “Yeah, but where is that?” said Clive, now
with an almost leading tone.
    “About a thousand light-years from Earth,”
said the girl, shooting Clive a dark look.
    “So, we’re on another planet?” I said.
    “Yup,” she said.
    “Kev, do you think she’s an alien?” said
Clive, laughing.
    “I don’t know,” I said.
    “I’m not an alien, you moron. Now, all you
have to do is think of flying, like this.” The girl rose into the
air, moving slowly away from us. I stared at her, utterly
amazed.
    Moments later, Clive floated up into the sky,
picking up speed. He let out a hoot and cried, “What are you
waiting for, Kev? An invitation?”
    “Yeah, what are you waiting for?” said the
voice.
    “Who are you?” I thought.
    “I am you, dummy.”
    I lifted off the ground and chased after
Clive and the girl.

 
    “How do you land?” I called out after about
an hour of zipping through the sky, now at least a thousand feet in
the air and a little uncomfortable.
    “Carefully,” called out the girl. “Think of
landing slowly or you’ll hurt yourself.”
    Clive floated to the ground, followed by the
girl and then me.
    “Holy crap,” laughed Clive. “Are you sure
you’re not an alien?”
    “Pretty sure,” said the girl, now clearly
annoyed with Clive.
    “What else can we do?” said Clive, ignoring
the girl’s tone.
    “Where else can we go?” I said.
    “Well, we could go to Nerux. Zero gravity.
Tons of fun. It’s another playground,” said the girl.
    “Let’s go,” said Clive.
    We appeared in a large space station, in a
large chamber with a variety of floating objects of different
shapes, sizes and colors, drifting in space, surrounded by aliens
that I guessed were children, judging by their sizes.
    “Do you think this is a dream, Kev?” said
Clive.
    “I don’t know,” I said. “Don’t you think it’s
odd that we would be having a dream together?”
    “You’re not dreaming, Kev,” said the girl,
pushing off of a rotating cube toward us, bumping into me and then
reaching out and giving a Clive a push. Clive drifted over to a red
sphere about the size of a basketball and held on. The girl and I
drifted over to a wall, and then she pushed off heading for a star
shaped object. I attempted to follow her, but found myself floating
toward a stationary, green cylinder. As I neared it, I reached