A security camera-head with a flexible neck-cord, silently made its way down. It’s view slowly zoomed-in at the Vita playing and Rubik-solving hologram “Samternates”. It’s glaring orange singular eye was cautious as it watched the Samternates pop! (teleport) in a random sequence, using one face side of a 3×3 Rubik Cube as a grid template.
Basically jumping from one square to a random. Pop! Vita-playing Samternate. Pop! Rubik-solving Samternate. The view was like a tinted 9 comic-style windows. The camera was instantly calculating probabilities. Rapidly jumping from one Samternate to the next, predicting every teleport-jumping.
Whoever were watching or monitoring the Samternates, considered this some kind of a game. And surprisingly, this was the very first time that the hologram Samternates were actually applying teleportion.
They were quite a distraction. The camera stopped and suddenly turned towards Sam. There was Lego blocks constructed into a larger Rubik Cube with corresponding colours. Passing its head through the hologram to find, Sam wasn’t hiding in there.
Pop! Pop! The Samternates were gone.
Just as the camera’s glaring eye turned to red, quickly jumped towards the original.
Staring through those David Bowie eyes at the yellow ceiling of a cab, Sam was lying flat in the back seat. The ceiling then gently dissolved away, making way for the black sky. As the fluorescence from the neon advertisements gave way. It seemed like 東京都, Tokyo Metropolis. M83’s Where The Boat Go was playing in it’s earbuds. It was quite soothing to watching. But how was this possible? Sam couldn’t have teleported, right?
Popped a thought.
The whole scenery began to move away from Sam’s vision, like it were escaping from him. Folding outwards. Tilting to one side like a cube. Something as similar in Christopher Nolan’s Inception. And suddenly, the hologram dissolved away completely. Back to white module. Somehow, Sam’s eyes began to project an image of a raindrop. The shine gave off a sense of tears stood in its eyes.
The white technological room seemed like a lab rat experiment. There was no fun. What was it’s real purpose considering the whole place was completely void. Non-exist of any person or thing. Why?
Sam’s back moulded into a backpack, PS Vita, Rubik Cube, yoyo & iPad equipped.
Stood in front of a hologram transparent glass, a finger moulded into the tip of a lime marker pen. Right now, it wrote out the Fibonacci sequence equation, yes it was named after Leonardo of Pisa. There were many more equations filling up the entire glass, Euler’s Identity by Swiss-German mathematician, Leonhard Euler. E=MC^2, Einstein’s famous Relativity equation. To name a few.
No bleep censor required here, since it was a mute. And that’s when it occurred to it, “What was its name?” MJ, a pug, Software, Eiffel Tower, iPod, M&M’s, 67′ Impala, Hulk, Where Are We Now? had a name. Basically, everything. Author Dionne Lister’s epic saga Shadows of the Realm. Even NASA’s robotic Gale Crater exploring Mars Rover, Curiosity (T-shirt imprinted). So why NOT it!
After having formed dreams with Wifi collected information. Knowledge was vast. Music and movies was probably a better option. Not because they provided entertainment, but because the experience was immersive. It made you believe, and inspire.
Demi Moore’s Molly Jensen calls out to Patrick Swayze’s Sam Wheat.
Eyes grew with intrigue, it made sense. Bubbles popped.
Max von Sydow’s Exorcist Merrin stood at the gates as white light flood through the window. That’s The Exorcist t-shirt projecting now. The next “videotape-upgrade” was Hologram. Eyes closed as its memory RAM cycled through several images. Tupoc’s holographic, posthumous performance at Coachella 2012 was a show-stopper. It wandered. And wandered. And that’s when it happened.
It was like watching a Japanese anime, eyes snapped wide open, pointed to the left then narrowed as its head quickly jumped towards the projecting hologram. It came as a jolt, the “!!!” bubbles popped aggressively with alert. Exist anime-style angle.
A hologram of a despairing Jason Miller’s Damien Karras began shouting the cult dialogues, “Take me. Come into me. God damn you. Take me! Take me!” Rushing at the Entity with frightening green-yellow demonic eyes. Arms intimidatingly spread wide open. Just as the holographic Karras passed through, he disappeared.
It’s eyes turned to demonic eyes.
On the right it stood cube-solving with the vertigo energy, after image shuffling-rotating Rubik head. And on the left it was experiencing the PS Vita. Patapon time.
It stood staring at multiplied holographic versions of itself.
Those David Bowie mimicking eyes hid behind large, purple tinted butterfly sunglasses. The kind worn by Vidya Balan’s character in the Kolkata based, Bollywood’s landmark, Indian thriller Kahaani. It almost covered the upper half of its face.
This time it wore a t-shirt with an imprint of Search For The Sugar Man. Even with a Goldtop Epiphone guitar-used by The xx’s singer Romy Madley Croft. It added a heavy dose of soul, as music critic Aidan Vaziri quoted. Using only its fingertips as it played the guitar. It was a soundtrack from the recent Coexist album, Angels (Live In Tokyo) version.
It was soothing to watch and listen. An instrumental version, even if Croft’s cadence whispers projected through its earbuds. There was something about the sounds and lyrics that drew its attention. It was really the use of the word, angels. Suddenly it occurred to it, was someone watching over it? The PS Vita, the Rubik Cube were present whenever it awoke from its “dreaming”. Even the guitar.
It’s head tilted to one side, slightly down, peeking over the top of the shades through one eye. There was a yo-yo.