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Nothing big or amazing, but just a little something you can publish or keep to yourself. 🙂

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Bill has always had a way with words. With just a few of them neatly and placed and punctuated, he can reframe perspectives Ford had been cultivating his entire life.

If you’re going to exist, why not enjoy it?

Simple. Too simple, but then again, Ford’s proclivity for overanalyzing often trips him up when Bill’s involved. It can’tbe that easy, but Bill makes it seem otherwise.

I have all the answers to every question you’ve ever wanted to know.

So, what’s the catch? Again, too simple.

No more aches and pains, no more mundane worries about sustaining your feeble, corporeal shell… Time will no longer be your enemy. You will fear nothing, and death will never claim you.

Something inside of the man stirs, reaching desperately out from the very trenches of his soul. Mortality. His mortality cries out at the thought of deliverance

Just the way Bill wants it.

In fact, nothing will claim you. You are mine.

The bait hangs from the hook suspended in front of him. This is how men fall, by temptation and lust for glory. Infinite power does not appeal to Stanford Pines; he only desires knowledge. He wants to expand his mind, to understand, to possess even a fraction of Bill’s immeasurable cognizance.

He doesn’t want to be a God, per se, but to see through just one’s omniscient eye.

Sixer.

In dreams, his world is safe. But in dreams, his mind is impressionable, and thereby vulnerable to Bill’s enticement. Provided lucid dreaming is not a myth, Ford knows he is, but it changes nothing. He is evenly matched with Bill on this plane, but it makes no difference.

Tendrils for limbs slither over his torso, affectionately possessive, insultingly familiar. Ford does not resist his touch, though. Even conjurations of his own subconscious remember just how profoundly he could affect him. His skin shivers, nerves titillated by every electric tickle of what could constitute as fingers. But Bill is everywhere, not just on the surface. He courses through him like the blood in his veins, warm and prevalent and instilling him with life.

Ford can do little but gasp for air and try to remain upright.

Images swim through that single eye–things not even NASA’s technological capabilities can reach. No human can see this far, much less fathom it.

You can visit these places with a mere thought… if you’d join me.

Be my partner.

Bill’s never sounded so seductive; Ford’s never been more seduced.

And just as he opens his mouth to speak…

He’s back in his bed, coated in sweat and feeling somehow bereft.

After all, once you’ve learned how to fly, why would you ever walk again?