Jack shared so conspiracy theories about ti.
For him, ti was just a concept created by clock companies to sell more clocks. If I had asked him how many genders there are, he would have said Gender is a scam invented by bathroom companies to sell more bathrooms.
And moreover, he said one hour ends just by one swing of a stick inside a clock.
The worst part? He said all that as if he was making so revelation. As if he exposed the illuminati. As if a woman thinking of herself as the Oracle after managing to park a car without breaking the headlights of the car behind her.
I shook my head. "You talk nonsense, Jack."
[ As if you are one to talk. I heard your narration just now. ]
I didn’t reply to the system, mostly because Jack could hear my thoughts.
"What narration is your system talking about, pal? And how do you have a system?"
"... Before that, how do you know what a system is?"
"I read so novels about it. They were my only source of entertainnt apart from watching children drenched in water and their clothes becoming see through."
"... Dude, I am already in a cell. Why are you trying to send in another one? But forget that... tell this, if you are afraid of ghosts then why were you sad when they didn’t agree to beco your friends?"
"Isn’t that obvious? My fear could have been repaired. If only one spirit had co up to with a smile, I would have cried out of happiness. But no one ca. Therefore, my fear remained in my heart and I was sad because even after death, I wasn’t wanted."
If he was on earth and had done the things he did in this world, he would surely be wanted. 5 stars at that.
"But now I am not sad anymore. I finally found a friend."
Jack flashed a smile. His brown teeth made nostalgic of the ti I had spent in the toilet seat.
But at his words, I frowned.
"You made a friend? Who?"
"You, of course."
"What? When did I beco your friend? I don’t want any panty dropper friend."
"How did you know I wear panties?"
"Because I saw them when you dropped your pants."
"You saw wearing panties and didn’t say anything? You didn’t find it weird?"
"Bro, I have seen Aliens with antennas, demons with their grandpa’s horns on their heads, a ghost who is afraid of ghosts. Panties are the last thing that can get a reaction out of ."
Jack nodded. "I get it."
He hovered his holographic hand on my shoulder.
"So you take drugs as well."
My brows twitched.
"I don’t take drugs. The only thing this world has for a drug is milk... of my dad. That’s why I always say no to drugs."
Jack removed his hand.
"So the Aliens with antennas, demons with horns, girls without padded bras, you don’t hallucinate them? They are real?"
"I am not sure if I ntioned anything about girls there. But yeah, except the padded bra girls, Aliens and demons are real."
Jack’s eyes widened. "No way!"
He held his hairs and crouched on the floor.
It must have hit him hard. He hadn’t been out of prison for a hundred years. Of course he would be shocked to know about Aliens and Demons.
He stared at with those shocked eyes.
"So even Aliens and Demons exist but no girls without padded bras!?"
"That’s what you are shocked about?"
"Yes!"
"Bro, if you are that shocked about girls with padded bras, wait till you see Earth. Forget about padded bras, you will have a hard ti just figuring whether it’s a girl or not."
"Earth? What’s that?"
"Nevermind."
"Sure. But tell more about it. When did the Aliens and Demons arrive here? The last I knew about this world was that there were happy and good people and no other prisoners were here other than . I was the first custor here.
That degenerate guy who died by my flies, he was the second prisoner and he was here because his wife accused him of dostic violence and people threw him here.
He told never laid a finger on her, he didn’t even have sex with her because he was afraid to touch soone else’s daughter. Heck, on his first night, he scolded his wife about why she was awake so late at night. Then, he dropped his wife at her ho and told her that she shouldn’t stay at a stranger’s house this late at night even if the stranger is her husband."
"... Did you make all that up?"
"No! It’s true."
I sighed. "Then an innocent man died by your flies. And stop calling him a degenerate. Because he wasn’t. His death is the loss of this world. We failed him. And you are a ghost so how can he see you? And how can I see you? Ghosts aren’t supposed to be visible, right? Just like a bra stripe."
"Yes. Ghosts are supposed to be invisible and they are. And for your question, I have no answer to that. I have only t two living people by now. You and that innocent man. Though, I have walked past so guards and they showed no reaction. Either they weren’t able to see or they just couldn’t be bothered. But forget that, tell more about these Alien and Demon things. What happened out there while I was here? Tell your story, pal."
I exhaled a mouthful of breath.
"Alright, listen up. I won’t take too much ti."
"That’s what you said to her."
"Very funny. Now listen.."
I wasted no ti and explained everything to Jack.
How the Aliens invaded Moral when he was in prison, how they captured two continents, how the Supre Man appointed the first hero king—Casanova, then —Second hero king, Racis T.
I told Jack everything. Like my family, my dad’s obsession for milk, my aunty whose brain is the size of a girl’s penis—yes, it doesn’t exist, I told him about my grandpa who will get laid with anyone that resembles any race other than Humans, that man would either end racism or make it worse, I also told Jack about my passion for cody, about Erect and Sexis, then about Malthus.
Also, how I fought with Malthus, what Malthus did to and the world and how he killed the God–Supre Man and how the Supre Man healed and sent in the cell.
It took nearly thirty seconds to tell Jack all this, mostly because I didn’t go into details because you already know what happened to . And on the off chance, if you don’t know... then just remove from your library at this point. Go et an elephant to take so pointers for a better mory.
Anyway, I finished telling everything and Jack heard attentively.
As I reached the end, his eyes were wide open just like his mouth.
"Yeah, Jack. All of that happened for real." I said.
Jack looked down, he looked puzzled, not sure what to say.
Then he shot his gaze at and with utmost seriousness, said:
"Take to your dad. I want him to drown in milk. If not, then tell your grandpa that you found a new race who wants to run. Do it!"
"..."
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