The Kiss Waking the Princess

Part 35 of my third global warming science fiction novel “Last Week”. Link to Part 1: “Back To Paradise Era”.

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 15 2023 11:52 A.M.

After posting about the Wise Vampire threat, Satoshi finally decided to look into Angel’s room. He was afraid to find her missing. But he needed to know one way or another.

He opened the door slowly, his eyes closed. He walked into the room. He opened his eyes.

And saw Angel, sleeping, on her bed. Just as he had left her the evening before.

Satoshi barely managed to keep from crying out loud in joy. He rushed to join Angel on the bed. He kissed her gently, keeping her in his arms. Just like a Princess in all those fairy tales. There is always someone who kisses them to wake them from some eternal sleep or other.

“What…?”

Angel woke up. She seemed disoriented.

“You’re alive!” Satoshi said. “That part about dying after a week was a lie!”

“I have a monster headache,” Angel said, frowning. “What happened? I’m supposed to be dead.”

“Obviously, nothing at all happened. You just slept until close to noon because of those pills. And that’s probably also why you’ve got a headache. It will go away soon, I hope.”

Angel blushed.

“This is extremely embarrassing. I was telling everybody I’d be dead by now. I really thought that was true, of course. I trusted that note this Khalmorot alien guy left with the time machine. He was lying. Nobody will believe that I’m a Princess from the 24th Century anymore. I’m not sure I believe it myself right now.”

“I believe you,” Satoshi said. “You’re a real Princess, as far as I’m concerned. You’ll always be my Princess, whatever happens. But I don’t care much either way.”

“So, I’m still alive. That’s good, I guess. I might help you with the mission some more. I wonder if that is final, though. I mean, I would hate to disappear later anyway. With the first setup, at least I knew when it was supposed to happen.”

“I have no idea,” Satoshi said. “Maybe Khalmorot knows. He is behind all this business with the time machine and the Glaring Glasses, so he could probably explain what’s going on here.”

“But we can’t just ask him, can we?”

“Actually, I could have asked him only a couple of minutes ago. He was here, right in this apartment, to talk to me about vampires.”

“Vampires? What the hell have vampires got to do with this mission?”

“Well, he presented me with the idea of an oil sucking vampire. He calls him the ‘Wise Vampire’. He will suck up eighty percent of the World’s oil reserves if we fail to get Buy&Hoard up to speed before September 27. I just published a blog post he wrote on your blog. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I do mind. That story sounds completely crazy. It damages the credibility of my blog,” Angel said, smiling.

“Your story sounds crazy as well,” Satoshi said. “Actually, as a metaphor the Wise Vampire is slightly more credible than the Princess from the 24th Century, if you want to hear the truth about it.”

“So you don’t believe that I’m a Princess after all?”

“Sure I believe it. But I believe that Wise Vampire stuff as well. I’ve just heard it from Khalmorot. He was rather impressive, suddenly appearing out of thin air, with a great sound of thunder.”

“Okay. I guess we’ll need to work with that. It’s too late to take that blog post down.”

“So, do you want the Glaring Glasses back?”

“I’m not sure. I gave them to you because I thought I’d be dead. That has turned out to be wrong, so I might want to take them back. But I’m confused. I don’t know what to think about all of this. Maybe you should take them for a while. I’m not even sure if I want anybody to know that I’m still alive.”

“I know about it,” Satoshi said. “And I don’t plan on hiding you. This is your mission, after all. If you’re alive, you should continue working on it. I certainly will, and I’d really like you to stick around while I’m setting up the Buy&Hoard fund.”

“I don’t know about that. Won’t they just all laugh at me? One of the central parts of my whole existence has turned out to be false. So of course Senator Nutt and the fossil fuel industry will say that the rest is false as well. They may actually have a point.”

“Come on. It’s not your fault. The science on the side effects of time travel over three hundred centuries is far from settled. We only have this one experiment to draw our conclusions from. Maybe Khalmorot also thought that you’d only have one week left and didn’t lie to you. Maybe he was just wrong himself.”

“That’s possible. I wish there was some way we could find out,” Angel said.

“While you were sleeping, I was in a meeting with Theo Birnbaum and an expert on wearable computers. I demonstrated some of the data on global warming and on Moros 27. Then I did a bit of mind-reading on Professor Neidensteiner, the expert. He was quite impressed. I was able to read his darkest secrets easily. These Glaring Glasses are extremely powerful. Of course he agreed that they could not have been built with present human technology.”

“So that does prove that I’m a Princess from the 24th Century after all,” Angel said.

“Yes. It sure does. But this is still very confusing. I’d really like to ask Khalmorot what all of this is supposed to mean. But it’s too late now. He’s gone.”

“So, what’s up next?” Angel asked.

“I think we should celebrate your resurrection. I certainly feel like celebrating.”

“Do you have anything particular in mind?”

“How’s your headache?”

“What headache?” Angel said. “It’s gone completely.”

“That’s good news. I might have hesitated to propose another healthy round of 21st Century sex to celebrate.”

“But I might disappear at any moment. It might be somewhat awkward if that happens right in the middle of the action.”

“I don’t give a damn,” Satoshi said. “Go ahead and disappear right while I’m in you. I’m not going away again.”

He gave Angel another kiss, somewhat less gentle this time, rather on the hungry and demanding side.

Link to part 36: Reading Angel’s Mind

Published by kflenz

Professor at Aoyama Gakuin University, Tokyo. Author of Lenz Blog (since 2003, lenzblog.com).

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