It’s time we made a decision
'x'
I had turned off all other notifications, set my phone so that a text from her would vibrate the phone which I had plugged into the power and set on the coffee table in front of me. My entire world was focussed on the message that was due any second, would I pack my bags and go home with tail between my legs, or would I know I had made the right choice in shifting halfway around the world. A converstaion was being had about me which I had no doubt would decide this. As the time I had expected the message passed, I began to pace; no text meant the conversation had no gone the way I had hoped.
Strudel
As I flicked off the light, and plugged my phone in to charge, I pondered what topics would be explored in tonight’s chat. For the last 2 days, I have been woken at around 2am by the ghostly figure of a young boy perched gently on the side of my bed. On the first encounter, he seemed just as frightened and confused as me, but we had now accepted that neither of us means the other harm, and with the use of the google translate app we are now able to converse in near real-time. I don’t like people in my room, to be fair I don't people at all, but a spectre of a young Hitler was interesting enough for me to tolerate the intrusion.
“So I am guessing you are a fan of strudel?” I more state than question the young man. My knowledge of interests of 10 year Austrian boy was limited, and thought bringing up food might be a winning conversation catalyst
It was, the young man's face lit up. “Yes, that is my favorite food of all, especially with cow cream fresh” Google translate strikes again, but I get what he is saying.
So as to not confuse the young boy any more than he already was, I told him the iPhone was a radio phone that had an interpreter on the other end. I also printed out all the information on the life of Hitler and the rise of the Third Reich so I didn’t have to use any screens. As he didn’t read a word of English I left the pages strewn on my bed during our conversation.
“Yeah I am not much of a dessert person but a good strudel does it for me too."
As the strudel talked dried up I commented: “You know, there is a lot more to you than I thought. I think someone or something is trying to get me to get to know you well. Just before you appeared, alot of material about your grown-up self has been pushed to me. It may be difficult to hear this, but you become a very famous person, a lot of books will be written about you, and most of them don't portray you in positive light.” I initally though the sudden inundation of all things Nazi was due to some glitch in the algorithm of my news feeds, I don't remember showing interest nor do I do communicate much with folks who would be interested in such topics.
The boy furrows his brow in response and begins to answer in german as I leaf through my notes. “That’s funny, something similar has been happening to me, I have recently found all these science-fiction books in my local library about a man from England inventing some machine that enslaves the world for his own pleasure.” -the translate app spits out.
We stare at each other in silence for a full minute, before suddenly the young Hitler disappears.
I spring out of bed and punch in some shell commands to my computer. You can’t escape your destiny I think as I hear all of the internet-connected devices in the house come to life.
In a near perfectly white room two humanoid creatures stare at a projection “That was very boring, I forgot how big of a deal food used to be, our audiences will never be able to relate, close the portal immediately, i don't want to pay any more for this garabage.”
“It was worth a try, putting the two greatest monsters of the middle ages together giving them some info on each other and listening in on the conversation, but yeesh, so boring.”
Droopy
I know onomatopoeias are strictly words that when pronounced make the same sound as that they are describing, hence I place droopy into a new category of visual onomatopoeia; words that sound like what they are visually describing. Also, try to use voice inflection to use droopy as an in a way that does not immediately convey flaccidity, you can't.