Post #4460318

2026-08-09 05:40 UTC

The other operatives and I hung on to the outside of our vehicle. The route was selected, we picked our targets, and opened fire at the sentries as the vehicle sped off toward the extraction point. An inverted sattelite dish was suspended above a building, and once we were close enough, reality seemed to stretch sideways around me, and everything but us disappeared. We made it back to our home dimension safe and sound. You see, we were fighting a war with an alternate reality. In one reality, the city we fought over had been colonised and established by China. In the other, Jamaica. One group of operatives used exclusively red equiptment and vehicles, the other yellow. I worked for the Jamaicans, I think we were the red team. I was one of the top operatives, and in love with one of the top operatives from the other reality. 8/11

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@Space_Burger_Steve@mstdn.ca 2026-08-09 05:40

She wanted to defect, and I was going to help her and her little sister escape. Together, we had established a way for me to jump from the compound in my reality to the one in hers, both of which were gravel lots with portable sheet metal buildings, and parked industrial vehicles. We had been doing practice runs of the escape by pretending that we were running training drills using "captured" red equiptment. I thought that we were ready, but [Woman I Loved] and [Little Sister] still had loose ends to tie up, so it wouldn't be today. [Little Sister] felt like a daughter to me, so I spent the rest of the day entertaining her by floating around on clipboards through the gravel lot, past the RVs and a random pond that some people used as a beach, as one does when one is in posession of clipboards with magnets strong enough to repel gravity. 9/11

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