Chapter 2. Prone to Glitches

I’ve decided to parcel out the serial fiction in weekly installments, rather than monthly.  So far, this has been a fun little project for me.  I hope you enjoy it.

-Hawkelson

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Chapter 2. Prone to Glitches

As Jeremy walked up the stairs to his apartment, he could hear the driving bass from the stereo and smell the cannabis fumes.  His roommate, Chett, was already in full party mode.  Well, it is Friday, he thought.  Then again, that guy is always in full party mode.

As soon as Jeremy walked through the door, a beer can arced across the living toward his head.  He caught it reflexively.  “Thanks, Chett,” he said as he cracked the beer and chugged frantically before the foam could overflow onto the carpet.

“No problem, bro.  I could tell you were stressed before you even walked in.  You really have a stressed out vibe today.  Like, way more than usual.”

“Something insanely weird just happened to me, actually.  Did you leave some hits of acid laying around, or put magic mushrooms on the left over pizza, or anything like that?”

“No way, bro.  It’s the Matrix.  It’s been real glitchy, lately,” Chett said, and then sparked up his four-foot tall water bong.

Glitchy – the word bounced around in Jeremy’s mind.  What did Chloe say? There are glitches sometimes.

“What do you mean the Matrix is glitchy?” Jeremy demanded.

After about fifteen seconds, Chett exhaled a voluminous cloud of smoke, and said, “You know that guy?  That astrophysicist from Maryland?”

“No,” Jeremy said, a little aggravated, “I don’t know that astrophysicist from Maryland.”  Talking to Chett required the patience of Job.  He was a smart guy who could sometimes provide keen insight, if you could stay with him through all the obscure references and disjointed segues.

“Well, that guy from Maryland found out the universe is really a computer simulation.”

“And how’s he know that?”

“He was studying String Theory, and he found computer code in it.”

“What does that even mean?” Jeremy said, exasperated.

“It means we’re in a big ass computer simulation, bro.”

“And it’s prone to glitches?”

“Yeah.  Like, God, or the aliens, or whoever’s outside of the simulation needs to call their IT guy to have it debugged.”

Jeremy considered this statement for a moment, and then was seized by a fit of laughter.  It felt good to laugh like that.

“That’s what I’m talking about, bro,” Chett said. “That’s the kind of vibes you want to put out there.  Let’s have a party tonight.  It just feels like a party night, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Jeremy said, after he composed himself.   “Maybe just a few people.” He walked over to the fridge to grab another beer and he couldn’t help but notice Chett texting away with considerable intensity.

“Just a few people, right?” Jeremy said suspiciously.

“Yeah,” Chett said, “Give or take.”