This is the second Earth that Taxchan has seen with these eyes, and he now knows that there are at least two other versions in their own universes. That is, he now knows that Earth is a jewel refracted across dimensions.
Here, in the place of his birth, he is trapped. Neatly drawn streams of electric blue light course through channels in the surface of the sphere-shaped, and absolutely effective prison. There is no apparent portal to the outside world; worse, Taxchan senses that all his forms, even his own iguanodontid body, have been stripped away from him by the streaming blue power. He is locked behind this door, behind this face.
[Prisoner 999, please lay on the table and place your arms and legs in the restraints, so that the medical personnel may assist you.]
The voice was feminine and hollow, as though projected through a tube. It was possibly mechanical. Days ago, it had instructed him to submit a plea, and to go on trial. He did not understand his situation, and was unwilling to imbricate himself – a unique being among the galaxies, perhaps among the cosmoses – into the legal codes of a disrespectful, alien judiciary. To no avail, he tried to learn about his circumstances:[Please direct questions of your incarceration to your court appointed legal aide when they arrive. *munchmunch* *a page turns*]
"Please explain to me the nature of this place."[Please-blah-blah-(I’m not here for your sake)-blah-blah-arrive. *munchmunch* *a page turns*]
"What is your name?"[That information is (I am) irrelevant (lording over you) to your case. *the crumpling sounds of a paper bag as a hand reaches into it*]
"What are my privileges?"[Please-blah-blah-(fuck you)-blah-blah-arrive.]
Taxchan waited for forty minutes.[*chair rolling* *dusting one's lap off* Good afternoon prisoner 999. I (matter for once) am your court (fuck you.) appointed legal aide. How can I be of assistance.]
"You? - What is the crime of which I am accused?"[You are accused of the following: Being Demon blah-blah blah blah-blah-a-blah, blah-blah-blah blah blah-blah blah-abla-blah, blah-blah blah blah-blahs blah ablah-bla-blah-blah blah blah-blah blah-blah, blah blah blah blah-blah-blah blah-blah-blah blah blah-blah blah blah-blah, persons of substance (Fuck you.).]
"I do not understand the terms of these accusations. I do not know who these 'persons of substance' are, what a 'demon' is. Clearly I am not fit to stand trial until I have been much more fully apprised of my situation. To begin with, who accuses me of these crimes?"[You are being tried on behalf of the Knights (Fuck You.) of Pattern.]
"On whose authority do they try me? I have never heard of the Knights of Pattern. I have never been under the legal jurisdiction of any knighthood."[On authority of Pope (FUCK YOU.) Siobhan I, and the People of Substance. Your citizenship is irrelevant.]
"Very well. I will stand trial for these crimes, for I am innocent. But only after I have been fully apprised of my situation and my rights."[*fingers tap* *munchmunch* Prisoner (Eat shit.) 999 has 11 hours 12 minutes to blahblah-blahdy-blahblah-blah-bla-abba-blah-blah, blah court-appointed (you are my) legal (bitch) aid recommends you(/you are) wait until 11 hours and 12 minutes to decide (pointless here.).
"Are you or are you not going to apprise me of my circumstances?"[Prisoner (You) 999 has (don’t) 11 hours 12 minutes blah-blahdy-blahblahblah blah-blah blah blah-blah, y-court-(have)-appointed-blahblah blah-aba blabba (any choice.) 11 hours and 12 minutes to decide (Eat shit.).]
Taxchan began to meditate. After eleven hours and twelve minutes of quiet refusal, the voice announced,[Prisoner 999, you are determined to be unfit for trial. You are granted an extension of 24 hours.]But Taxchan did not hear this either. He kept his primate arms and legs folded; for days, he simply breathed.
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