TC78

The freight train between Cody
and Billings was not scheduled to make a stop in Powell but on this
occasion the engineer stopped to phone in the broken light at the
Heart Mountain internment camp. That gave the friends of Kim and
Sofie a very brief window to save them.

The train was a half mile long and nobody knew exactly which car the
girls had chosen to stow away on. One of the last images Dory had
was the kind of rolling stock with an open top, about half the height
of a box car. The girls themselves were unconscious from exposure.

Peter drove beside the motionless train for a quarter mile before
reaching the first run of gondola cars. Everyone got out of the
station wagon and began calling Sofie and Kim by name but no heads
poked over the sides of the cars. Jerry used handrails to climb one
of them. Jerry didn’t see the girls, he saw a railcar filled with
inch-thick sheets of steel stacked to within a foot and a half of
the top. Same with the next car back. But the car after that had
two piles of rags huddled against the front wall that could have
been Kim and Sofie.

Jerry climbed back down and pointed at the correct gondola
car. “They’re in that one!” he told Dory, sprinting toward it. He
hoped he was right. There was only the light of a waxing gibbous
moon for him to see. Then disaster struck: the train began to move
once again.

Instantly Jerry had the relic that Michael called the Macro in his
hand. He squeezed it until the hissing shaft, pitch black on near
black in the night, reached its maximum extension of about ten
feet. If he squeezed harder it would begin to retract as a shield
or dome. When the railcar con taining the girls approached, Jerry
swiped the active Macro effect through the coupling. This caused an
inch-wide swath of steel to disappear. The half of the train with
a locomotive continued to accelerate, while the rear half began to
slow to a halt.

Peter moved his vehicle in reverse to follow the part of the train
that was left behind, while Jerry and Dory followed on foot. Dory
felt a great sense of relief. No matter what happened now, Kim and
Sofie were not on a one-way trip into eternity by way of the Rockies.

When the rear half of the train rolled to a complete stop Jerry
told Dory to get up there and make sure it really was the girls
he saw. Dory climbed to the top, saw it was indeed Kim and Sofie,
and burst into tears from the raw emotion of seeing them again
after so long.

“I’m going to cut them a slide,” Jerry said, and he let the Macro
bite into the lip of the open gondola car.

“You’re too close,” Dory warned. “You’ll slice their feet.”

The front half of the train was slowing to a stop. The engineer
had real ized something was wrong.

Jerry put another nick about two feet aft of the first one and
Dory told him that was better. So he made a cut about three feet
wide and danced out of the way as the wall of the gondola car and
tons of steel spilled to the ground. The chute was as smooth as a
mirror. Peter Twofeathers joined Jer ry, ready to catch the girls
when they came down the slide. Dory dragged Kim to the cut first and
let her go. Kim was wrapped in blankets and a man’s clothing. Not
so much as a single atom of iron was sticking its head up to impede
her drop.

Dory waited for Peter and Jerry to pile Kim into the station wagon
before dragging Sofie to the slide. She could see two flashlights
dancing a thou sand feet away. The crewmen from the caboose were
walking toward them to investigate why the train had been snapped
in two.

B= When Peter and Jerry were ready Dory pushed Sofie off the
railcar into

their waiting arms. Dory thought better than to just slide down after
her. After everyone was safe in the car Peter drove perpendicular
to the tracks so the men with flashlights wouldn’t see the plates.

Jerry saw that Kim was wearing some short fellow’s clothes and
flannel coat under a blanket and she looked for all the world
like a homeless bum, but everything smelled clean. The car stank
worse than Kimberly did. Che dug to reach skin and found she was
dangerously cold.

“No wonder they nearly froze to death,” Dory said. “There was just
over a foot of steel between them and sixty miles an hour of cold
November wind, at two in the morning, in Wyoming. Poor Kim. Poor
Sofie.”

“Poor Hunky,” Sofie corrected, stirring awake under Dory’s hands.

“Hunky? What?”

“They’ll never stop looking for us,” Hunky said. “We decided to
change our names. Kim is Robyn now.”

Jerry still had a comatose Kim, or Robyn, on his hands. “What did
you do, Dory?”

“Skin to skin, Jerry, that’s the secret to it. I know you want to.”

“Naming yourself Hunky Krause won’t hide you from the FBI,”
Peter said.

“Just Hunky,” she said. “One name.”

“Hunky-Dory,” said Dory. “Cute.”

“And I want a secret code name just like in the Galaxy’s Fall
trilogy,” she went on. “Call me Sabotage. I can break things.”

The way home doubled back southwest. As Peter was driving past the
Heart Mountain “relocation center” Robyn stirred to life, as if
sensitive to the mere proximity of her former prison. Luxuriating
in the attention Jerry lavished on her she purred, “I like this
afterlife.”

The freight train between Cody and Billings was not scheduled to
make a stop in Powell but on this occasion the engineer stopped to
phone in the broken light at the Heart Mountain internment camp. That
gave the friends of Kim and Sofie a very brief window to save them.

The train was a half mile long and nobody knew exactly which car the
girls had chosen to stow away on. One of the last images Dory had
was the kind of rolling stock with an open top, about half the height
of a box car. The girls themselves were unconscious from exposure.

Peter drove beside the motionless train for a quarter mile before
reaching the first run of gondola cars. Everyone got out of the
station wagon and began calling Sofie and Kim by name but no heads
poked over the sides of the cars. Jerry used handrails to climb one
of them. Jerry didn’t see the girls, he saw a railcar filled with
inch-thick sheets of steel stacked to within a foot and a half of
the top. Same with the next car back. But the car after that had
two piles of rags huddled against the front wall that could have
been Kim and Sofie.

Jerry climbed back down and pointed at the correct gondola
car. “They’re in that one!” he told Dory, sprinting toward it. He
hoped he was right. There was only the light of a waxing gibbous
moon for him to see. Then disaster struck: the train began to move
once again.

Instantly Jerry had the relic that Michael called the Macro in
his hand. He squeezed it until the hissing shaft, pitch black on
near black in the night, reached its maximum extension of about
ten feet. If he squeezed harder it would begin to retract as a
shield or dome. When the railcar containing the girls approached,
Jerry swiped the active Macro effect through the coupling. This
caused an inch-wide swath of steel to disappear. The half of the
train with a locomotive continued to accelerate, while the rear
half began to slow to a halt.

Peter moved his vehicle in reverse to follow the part of the train
that was left behind, while Jerry and Dory followed on foot. Dory
felt a great sense of relief. No matter what happened now, Kim and
Sofie were not on a one-way trip into eternity by way of the Rockies.

When the rear half of the train rolled to a complete stop Jerry
told Dory to get up there and make sure it really was the girls
he saw. Dory climbed to the top, saw it was indeed Kim and Sofie,
and burst into tears from the raw emotion of seeing them again
after so long.

“I’m going to cut them a slide,” Jerry said, and he let the Macro
bite into the lip of the open gondola car.

“You’re too close,” Dory warned. “You’ll slice their feet.”

The front half of the train was slowing to a stop. The engineer
had realized something was wrong.

Jerry put another nick about two feet aft of the first one and
Dory told him that was better. So he made a cut about three feet
wide and danced out of the way as the wall of the gondola car and
tons of steel spilled to the ground. The chute was as smooth as a
mirror. Peter Twofeathers joined Jerry, ready to catch the girls when
they came down the slide. Dory dragged Kim to the cut first and let
her go. Kim was wrapped in blankets and a man’s clothing. Not so much
as a single atom of iron was sticking its head up to impede her drop.

Dory waited for Peter and Jerry to pile Kim into the station wagon
before dragging Sofie to the slide. She could see two flashlights
dancing a thousand feet away. The crewmen from the caboose were
walking toward them to investigate why the train had been snapped
in two.

When Peter and Jerry were ready Dory pushed Sofie off the railcar
into their waiting arms. Dory thought better than to just slide
down after her. After everyone was safe in the car Peter drove
perpendicular to the tracks so the men with flashlights wouldn’t
see the plates.

Jerry saw that Kim was wearing some short fellow’s clothes and
flannel coat under a blanket and she looked for all the world
like a homeless bum, but everything smelled clean. The car stank
worse than Kimberly did. Che dug to reach skin and found she was
dangerously cold.

“No wonder they nearly froze to death,” Dory said. “There was just
over a foot of steel between them and sixty miles an hour of cold
November wind, at two in the morning, in Wyoming. Poor Kim. Poor
Sofie.”

“Poor Hunky,” Sofie corrected, stirring awake under Dory’s hands.

“Hunky? What?”

“They’ll never stop looking for us,” Hunky said. “We decided to
change our names. Kim is Robyn now.”

Jerry still had a comatose Kim, or Robyn, on his hands. “What did
you do, Dory?”

“Skin to skin, Jerry, that’s the secret to it. I know you want to.”

“Naming yourself Hunky Krause won’t hide you from the FBI,”
Peter said.

“Just Hunky,” she said. “One name.”

“Hunky-Dory,” said Dory. “Cute.”

“And I want a secret code name just like in the Galaxy’s Fall
trilogy,” she went on. “Call me Sabotage. I can break things.”

The way home doubled back southwest. As Peter was driving past the
Heart Mountain “relocation center” Robyn stirred to life, as if
sensitive to the mere proximity of her former prison. Luxuriating
in the attention Jerry lavished on her she purred, “I like this
afterlife.”

South and east of Cody lies the Big Horn Hot Springs, which
are said to be the largest in the world. They form the heart of
Wyoming’s oldest state park, which is a sort of little brother to
Yellowstone. There’s even a herd of bison who stick around for the
free eatins.

After Pearl Harbor driving just for the sake of taking a road trip
was illegal, and worst than that it was considered unpatriotic. The
purported health benefits of the mineral hot springs in Thermopolis
were a viable loophole but gas rationing still took a bite on
tourism. So when a clergyman of the Church of Green Dome arrived in
town with four young adults, an X ration sticker on his windshield,
and more than nine hundred dollars in cash, it took very little
time to find four rooms clustered around a small private pool at
a toasty 104 F.

Hunky and Dory sat close together playing footsie under the
translucent water. Robyn and Jerry sat across from the girls and
Peter between them.

“Are we safe, stopping here?” Jerry wondered.

Robyn nodded. “Tolson probably knew we were gone right away but it
was dark. By the time we were in Cody, Tolson was searching around
the camp for two dead girls in hospital gowns and stolen blankets. I
reckon about right now he’s trying to make heads and tails of that
damaged rail car. That we might be here hasn’t entered his wildest
thoughts.”

An air bubble the width of the pool surfaced, broke, and suddenly
everyone was soaking in fizzy water. The head of a sixth person
surfaced and everyone instinctively knew it was Michael, even
Hunky and Robyn, who had never met hym before. They all stood up
in the water.

“As you were, everyone,” said Michael. “Except Dory and Sofie. You
two should remain untangled until this is over.”

“Lord, we’ve agreed to use ‘Hunky’ for Sofie’s new name,” said Dory
as she sank back into the water. “And Kim is ‘Robyn’ now. They’re
both wanted women.”

“Yes you are,” agreed Michael. “Robyn, did you tell your friends
how long Tolson will be looking for you?”

“Not yet, Lord, but now is as good a time as any to tell them. Thirty
years.”

That brought a wail of despair from Hunky, and Michael turned hyz
attention to her.

“Hello Hunky. Robyn already knows me because she can remember
the future, and I met Jerry, Dory, and Peter while you were still
captive, but we’ve not met. Please tell us what you already know
about me.”

“I know you are the one named Michael in the Holy Buron,” she
began. “How I know that I can’t explain. I suppose it’s part of this
change I signed up for when I let my finger be skewered up on the
hill after Robyn went first. I know you’re the best fit for what
we think of when we think of God, and I know it’s not a very good
fit at all. I know your real body is the sun, and you share that
body with Binah. And I know those things because now I realize the
Buron is true after all.”

Michael shook hyz head with rue. “I wanted to see what would happen
if my holy book was about things that really did happen.”

Peter Twofeathers came to Hunky’s defense here. “I think when people
read the stories in the Bible of talking snakes and talking donkeys,
then another story in another ancient book with talking animals
rings true. I’m speaking of Aesop’s story of the boy who cried wolf.”

Michael laughed because what Peter said was true and hy had never
thought of it that way. Of course Hunky and Robyn would think the
Buron was filled with poetic language and parables and allegory after
being told many passages of the Bible were written in a similar mode.

“Lord,” ventured Jerry, “may you not think it impertinent to ask,
but when you appeared in the pool just now it made me think of when
you took me and Dory to the top of Green Dome in a moment. Why could
you not have gone to the camp yourself and brought our friends home?”

“You’re Begotten, Jerry. Your family helped you discover you are
the Magician. But the Made are on their own. Without a crisis
to overcome Hunky wouldn’t be Sabotage, she would just think she
was unlucky. Robyn wouldn’t be the Seer, she would just think she
was crazy. And now here you are, safely at point B after escaping
from point A, bathing in milky water that smells like brimstone,
but not to get clean I imagine.”

“Some say this water has health benefits, Lord,” said Peter. “We
just didn’t want to spend another night in the car.”

“What awaits at point Z, Lord?” asked Dory. “Will you say why the
b’nei elohim exist, and why we can do the things we do?”

“You already know the ancient controversy, Dory. I am blocked from
communicating with any eloah on the other side of my parents, and so
is Binah. But we can listen, and last year about when Pearl Harbor
was attacked there was even bigger news. Have you ever listened to
Ma Perkins?”

“Land o’ Goshen, Lord, there ain’t a hull lot of folks never
heard Ma.”

“I see you have. And now so has the eloah named Gevurah.”

“Oh, that is wonderful news, Lord. That means you’ve won!”

“No, Dory, what it means is that for the eleventh time in
history, the community of elohim has received signals from
planet-dwellers. But Gevurah only has a direction to Earth, not
the distance. That comes later. Soon other elohim will pick up
broadcasts from Earth and realize you are not out of reach. Ein Sof
will have found the Students at last! And they will wonder how I
can be a stable yellow sun in their midst yet remain unquickened,
and things will grow sticky for Keter. Meanwhile all the elohim
listen with rapt attention to the first soap opera, sponsored by
Oxydol, the whiter, whiter soap, and they fail to understand a
single word. But I have pinned the broadcasts down to 1933, so I
know who Gevurah must be. Humans know him as Sirius.”

Jerry said, “I wonder if the elohim will be coming to visit us,
now that they know we’re here.”

“They will send avatars, Jerry, like remote-controlled rockets,
but only as flybys. After it gets a certain distance from an eloah
the link is too thin to pass any propellant. So to finally answer
Dory’s question, starting from right here at point B, you’re going
to help me catch one of those incoming avatars at point Z and bring
it inside myself. And that will not be easy at all, because they
will be moving at seven-tenths of light-speed. And none of this
can be forced upon you because all of this, all of human history,
in fact, is nothing more than the greatest love story never told:
overcoming every artificial barrier Keter and Daat and Chesed can
throw up to block the wedding of elohim and humanity.”

When che heard these words Jerry swam out around Peter to face
Robyn, stood up tall to brace his courage, looked her in the eyes,
and said, “From the day we became lab partners in school I loved
you. Every day you were gone and only Dory could reach you it tore
me apart. Then Michael said we had one narrow chance to save your
life and I couldn’t sleep for a minute until I saw you again, and
when I did you were frozen half to death on that stack of steel. It
was a life changing moment, Robyn. I want to spend the rest of my
life with you.”

Robyn waded out to face Jerry and took each of hez hands in her
own. “And I love you too, Jerry. It’s true. I love you even after
that time at Lake 13 and your lesson on nephilim biology. But we’re
Church of Green Dome and you know there’s rules. Cousin Dory is
for you.”

“Whoa,” said Hunky, clearing her throat and wading out a little bit
too. “I know the scripture says never put God to the test but here’s
a much smaller love story than human history, Lord, with much smaller
artificial barriers. If you can’t fix this I won’t take your job.”

All eyes turned to Dory, who nodded her head. “I’m with Hunky on
this, Lord. Robyn becomes Mrs. Jerry Shybear. That’s point C.”

Michael said, “Why not? I never set down mandatory
cousin-marriage. That was Lange.”

“It will split your church in two, Lord,” warned Peter.

“I know it will, Peter, and the external reality will finally
conform with the internal reality.”

Peter tried to shine a good light on it. “Once the nomadic people
of the plains had to choose between removing to the reservations
or starving. The Church was a third way.”

“We can still save something of the Church,” said Michael. “We’ll
move the remnant to another place. But for now, Peter, take these
young people back to Headwater and announce the betrothal: Jerry to
Kimberly. That’s the important thing. Do not use her new name Robyn.”

Peter bowed his head and said, “Yes, Lord.”

And the decision having been made, Robyn slipped into a daydream
of the consequences. She croaked, “Oh, poor Jerry. Poor me!”

“Seeing all that, Robyn, will you still marry hem?”

She nodded in the affirmative. “But how will it happen, Lord? I’ll
be dead.”

Michael did a little hand wave. “Dead? Tut tut. A temporary
inconvenience. Remember how Yeshua was wiped off the face of the
Earth and now he’s good as new? Come this January and you will be
wed to Jerry. Yeshua will preside. It will literally be a match
made in heaven.”

Hell’s Half Acre is a roadside patch of badlands almost exactly in
the center of Wyoming. It’s much bigger than the name suggests,
more like Hell’s Half Square Mile, and the nearest sandstone and
shale scarp that looks similar to it lies a whole state away in
South Dakota.

A brown-skinned man emerged from the entrance of a cave in the
eroded landscape dressed in dark blue-gray trousers and a knee-length
jacket. He had a matching shirt and a silver leaf brooch in place of
a tie and looked like a Shoshone with a good seamstress for a wife.

But the fellow was too short, his hair wasn’t straight enough,
and his facial features suggested the Mediterranean shores were
his true home. He had never walked in that place before, but the
strange eroded landscape reminded him of the desolate area around
the Salt Sea.

It was one hundred fifty feet from the floor of the ravine to
the gravel parking lot above and the man ascended with no sign of
exertion. He once roamed on foot the whole land of his birth from
Lake Kinneret as far as Mount Hermon and south to the hill country
of Judaea .

He noted, without any surprise, the presence of a maroon 1941
Chrysler Town & Country woodie parked at the restaurant overlooking
the geological oddity and knew he would find Robyn and her friends
eating lunch inside, just as Robyn knew he was coming and gave
fair warning.

Robyn, Jerry, Peter, Hunky and Dory were already standing at their
table when he walked indoors, which the other guests might have
thought was odd. None of them had ever seen him before but as
b’nei elohim they knew a seraph on sight and stopped everything,
ready to serve.

“Please be seated,” he said, grabbing a chair from another table and
carrying it over to theirs. “I’ll have what you’re having, Peter.”

The Prophet raised a hand to flag down the waitress but the newcomer
said, “No, not allegory. I’ll literally have what you’re having.”

He took up a knife, cut Peter’s cheeseburger in two, and helped
himself to one piece.

Hunky said, “I’m pretty sure that burger is not kosher, Jesus. Aren’t
you Jewish?”

“Not Jesus, Hunky. Call me Yeshua. The Greeks thought Yeshua
was a girly name and called me Iesous. The Romans spelled it
I-E-S-U-S. Then later the English thought names beginning with
vowels were too girly and called me Jesus. As for the food, my
mother made just one arbitrary law about cutting a little flap of
skin. Mixing meat and dairy was never on her mind.”

Dory and Jerry stared at Yeshua in wonder, trying to reconcile his
actual appearance with the popular depictions of him and there was
just no way to do it. Robyn seemed preoccupied and looked off to the
side. “What is wrong, Robyn?” Yeshua asked her. “What do you see?”

She said, “Peter announces the wedding but the White Wing of the
Church will not accept it. Jerry is attacked, but torture doesn’t
work on b’nei elohim and Jerry’s friends retaliate, so Paul Bergin
and Klaus Hansen try to kill me. They end up killing the Church
instead.”

“How would you reply, Robyn, if I asked in truth that you do not
avoid or resist those men, even to your death?”

After a long pause she said, “I would decline such a request,
Lord. I’m not in any particular hurry for my life come to an end
just when I’m getting started.”

“And what did my cross teach you?”

“That death is not a blank wall, it’s a door, and you went through it
and came back to show us that even if we die we don’t stay dead. But
now I see how time really works and I know it was all a magic trick
like Jerry with his coins.”

Yeshua was genuinely fascinated by Robyn’s unexpected reply. He
asked, “When you look at my life with your talent, what do you see?”

She said, “I see a movie of a burning fuse, but the movie is running
backwards. The fuse assembles itself from smoke and sparks. It
grows. One time that fuse looped back, crossed itself, and then
there were two burning Yeshuas experiencing an advancing present,
but one of them was wiped off the face of the Earth by the Romans. He
hit that blank wall we call death. The one who lived, the lucky one,
is you.”

“You’re wrong about the blank wall, Robyn. The part of me that is
Binah carried over the dying memories of the man who was put to
death and merged them with my own.”

“Again, Lord, lucky you. But that didn’t help the Yeshua who
experienced death. You’re a different one.”

“Robyn, nobody in the whole history of both worlds has ever
‘experienced’ death. Yes, we experience dying, each one of us, from
the moment we are born, and there comes a moment in our lives that
is not followed by another one, but that last moment never becomes
a memory.”

“Lord, will you please say why I must not resist my own murder?”

“When you and Hunky escaped your prison last night what did you do
to make the correct combination appear in your memory?”

“I had to begin punching them in.”

“Even so, your own end will spark a beginning. But Robyn, I will
not order you to do what you are unwilling to do, so let us speak
of something else. Your friends will not arrive in Headwater until
late tonight. Will you come alone with me? I can bring you to a
reunion with your mother in almost no time at all.”

Dory remembered the jaunt she had made with Michael and said,
“You should take him up on that offer, girl, it’s the only way
to travel.” Jerry heartily nodded in accord. So Robyn, who felt a
little guilty telling Yeshua no on the first thing, told him yes
on the other.

After hugging her farewells Robyn hiked with Yeshua down to the
bottom of the ravine and followed him into the dark cave, where it
grew light again, a little warmer, and they were kicking through
fallen leaves piled up to their knees. But there was still plenty
of green.

“Christmas trees!” exclaimed Robyn when she saw a stand of Douglas
Fir. Many more of them covered the mountains she could see through
bare branches of maple and alder. They were standing on a mountain
as well, near the top. Yeshua said, “This is just a short side trip.”

“Where are we, Lord?”

“We are still in your country. Of the forty-eight states, this one
is furthest to the north and to the west.”

“Washington.”

“I want you and your friends to put together a migration and move
the Red Wing of the Church here.”

“But who will listen?”

“You and Jerry, Hunky and Dory are ophanim, the only such outside
of heaven. In the eyes of myself and Michael no President or Pope
is greater than you. And when Headwater dries up, literally, I think
the ones who will listen are those who understand when money talks. ”

Robyn looked through the trees to the bottom land at the foot of the
mountain laid down by repeated mud flows from a large nearby volcano
and she remembered the Japanese-American fellow at Heart Mountain
who helped her and Hunky escape by giving them clothing and advice.

She said, “There’s a Mr. Kaneko who lost his strawberry farm when
they sent him to the camp. I want to buy a new one for him, Lord,
right there. Do you see?”

“After the war is over,” Yeshua said, and he produced a large
envelope somehow, perhaps by using the Jerry trick.

“Yes. Mr. Kaneko will have his land when the relocation camp is
no more. That is a very kind thought, Robyn. But this money is for
your mother, to return to the home of her own parents in the east.”

Robyn accepted the envelope gratefully. Yeshua displayed a small
object.

Robyn accepted the envelope gratefully. Yeshua displayed a small
object.

“Robyn, if you choose to do what I asked, this will give you a
temporary link similar to the one I have with with Binah. All your
memories will be saved.”

Robyn took a quick glance at time and saw that there was another
her eating lunch back there at Hell’s Half Acre.

Yeshua said, “I have put us back into the first stream, the one
where you ate your lunch in peace and I never appeared. Do you feel
like a mere copy, Robyn? Did you notice any bump?””

“No, Lord.”

“So will it be when there is one Robyn again with the memories of
both. Robyn, have a little faith that I am nothing like Keter or
Daat. What kind of teacher would deceive a student in a matter such
as this?”

“Forgive me, Lord,” Robyn said, and she accepted the device
he offered. She saw it would resemble a large mole when it was
installed.

“Be of good cheer,” Yeshua told her. “You alone among all the
humans of Earth have the real freedom to choose, because you alone
can look ahead. And there is so much more than mere duty for the
b’nei elohim. You will soon find that one benefit even rivals
eternal life.”

Robyn opened the door of her home just before Robyn knocked on it,
but that went with the territory of being the Seer. The second
Robyn let herself in, and why not? It was her house too. She was
still wearing Mr. Kaneko’s clothing and was still stinky from the
road trip.

Both girls sat on different couches and had a long look at each
other. Smelly Robyn said, “The thing you didn’t want to do for
Yeshua? I’ll do it.”

Clean Robyn didn’t even think of that. “Are you sure?”

“Let me see the gadget he gave you.” Clean Robyn dug it out. It
was like half a ball of dark pink rubber, but with a 55-pin female
connector on one side to match the male connector protruding from
both girls’ heads. Clean Robyn said, “When Paul and Klaus show up
I have to be wearing this. It’s supposed to save my last memories.”

“It works exactly as Yeshua promised. I’ve seen on the other side
of that ‘blank wall’ you seem to be so worried about. That’s why I’m
willing to be Kim who gets killed, so you can be Robyn who lives. But
you have memories of meeting Mom before she left and I want those.”

Kim unfastened her belt, which was really one of the Purple Cables
she and Hunky stole from the camp at Heart Mountain. When they
attached the ends to themselves they experienced a strange dual
awareness but it did not persist as when Robyn and Hunky were
linked together.

The differences between each girl poured through the line but there
was a rhythm to it, like a heartbeat. It took a brief time for each
memory to be packed for transfer on the cable and then unpacked. Soon
Kim had Robyn’s conversation with Yeshua in Washington State.

Since the Change Kimberly’s memories are stored with perfect clarity,
not merely as triggers to be re-enacted by her mind. The full
emotional impact of meeting her mother again after six months,
followed by their parting, brought Kim to tears, then Robyn a
heartbeat after.

The Purple Cable had set up a kind of feedback whine, but with an 800
millisecond delay. Kim received back from Robyn the new experience
of Kim receiving the memory of Robyn greeting her mother. This went
around at least a dozen more times, growing weaker on each pass.

As the loops cycled Robyn obtained Kim’s experience of the rest of
her trip home after Hell’s Half Acre, which kicked off different
loops. After a time only two real differences stubbornly persisted:
One girl was lying on the couch, and the other was lying on top
of her.

That situation got Robyn thinking that she was set to become the wife
of Jerry, and che was something of a sexual cafeteria line. One of
these, and one of these, and two of those. She wasn’t sure she would
even like everything che had to offer, let alone know what to do.

So without further ado Mr. Kaneko’s trousers and Kim’s undies were
slid up to Kim’s knees and Robyn became the first non-contortionist
in heaven or earth to have oral sex with herself. Kim really could
have done with a bath but Robyn figured it was the worst-cast
scenario.

What Robyn was doing with her tongue, in combination with the
Purple Cable loop back, reminded Kim of one time when Hunky set
up her drumkit in the Squaw River canyon and did a drum duet with
her own echoes. The pleasure built so steadily Kim thought it was
like cheating.

Actually it was cheating. Through the Purple Cable Robyn could feel
exactly what she was doing to Kim as though she was Kim. She wondered
if this was the thing Yeshua said would rival eternal life. That
was the last rational thought either had for the next ten minutes.

Robyn felt the first contraction of Kim’s orgasm 0.8 seconds after
Kim did, just when Kim was having her second one. At 1.6 seconds
Kim felt Robyn’s experience of her first contraction precisely at
the same time she felt her third one. And so the stack continued
to build.

Neither Kim nor Robyn knew what was happening. They didn’t even
breathe until Kim had a dozen contractions, and when they did
breathe, they could only make incoherent sounds. Purple Cable sex
was never going to be a discreet thing. The orgasm looped around
and around.

After three minutes the stack of orgasmic contractions and their
echoes were no longer distinct pulses. The climax settled into a
timeless high intensity electric sheen. After another seven minutes
Robyn found it possible to unplug the cable from her head. It was
too much.

After that they lay still for another ten minutes trying to take
in what just happened to them. Robyn’s face was soaked.

Kim began to stir under her. “I’ll go get myself cleaned up. At
least we got something to keep us happy until Bergin and Hansen
come here to kill me.”