Chapter 9: Many Complex Cubes
Yeah the story's getting boring. I'm probably going to end it soon. I'm running out of ideas.
Milla: Sasha, being Sasha, had figured out what she had told him to do, and made it go his way. His mind was now composed of about twenty large cubes. There was one cube for every emotion, major time of his life, and friend that he did or used to have. There was also a cube for every genre of knowledge he had. For example, he had a "cooking" cube, albeit a small one. She'd had a wonderful time jumping around his mind.
Sasha: At last, his mind was organized. He smiled to himself. It had only taken half and hour to organize a couple hundred cubes and make them into a couple dozen cubes. He now had an "emotions to be dealt with soon" cube, which, after the incident with Razputin, he really needed.
Milla: "Hello, darling, I can't believe you're done already. Will you go to sleep now? We just got a commission. We need to go to California."
He sighed.
Oh, well. It was the Sasha she'd fallen in love with, and that was the important part.
She, herself, plaited her hair into two long braids and read herself to sleep.
The next day
"Darling, I know that there's some male pride thing going on here, but you've never even been in this state before and if you don't ask for directions in the next two minutes, then I'm going to do it and embarrass you, and I know you couldn't stand that, darling."
Sasha: Milla was starting to get on his nerves. "Milla, I know exactly where we are." Or at least I can find it.
Guess what, darling? I'm reading your mind right now.
"Darn you, Milla."
"Thank you, darling." She smiled at him, mocking him. That was encouragement. He found the Los Angeles Psychic Institution in about three minutes.
Milla: How dumb did he think she was? She knew that Sasha could never ask for directions, and making him think that he had to would make him find wherever they were going. It worked 100 of the time.
"Okay, darling, we're finally here! Oh, and try to look less… cubical… than you usually do."
"What's wrong with me? You're the party girl!"
"Exactly, darling. California isn't DC." She kissed him on the cheek. He just didn't get it.
A little bit later
"Oh, Sam! This is where you've been all these years! Why didn't you tell me, darling?"
"Because I thought you'd be coming to Cal, too! I think the big question is, why didn't you come here?"
"Well, there's that summer camp I go to every summer, and then Sasha finds himself somehow incapable of fitting in over here…"
"Oh my god! You have a boyfriend now!"
"Better! I'm married, Sam!"
"Oh my god! You're lying!" there was no questioning about why she hadn't been invited to the wedding. Samantha was a psychic. She understood.
"No, Sam, I'm not. It's so wonderful! But, you know, this is a really important mission, so…"
"Yeah, I get it. The front office is right over there. I'm off to the beach!"
"Thanks, Sam, bye!"
"Milla, we really need to start our mission! You can't just sit here wasting your time!"
"I haven't seen her since high school, darling. We needed to catch up on everything!"
"With fifteen sentences?"
"Yes, darling. With fifteen sentences. Now let's get going."
As they entered, Milla pulled her Psychonaut ID badge as Sasha did the same with his.
"Agents Nein and Vodello, here to receive information cube number…" she pulled a little slip of paper from her pocket. "56293."
If you're reading this, it might seem weird that they'd put private information at the front desk, but even basic psychic defenses are really strong.
The attendant looked at their identification, typed some stuff in the computer, scanned the cards, and handed them back to the agents.
"Sufficient. Let me find the cube."
He gave her a tiny little cube.
"Have a great time in LA, Milla!"
Sasha sighed and rolled his eyes.
Sorry I didn't update yesterday. My sister had to format this PowerPoint presentation, so I didn't have that much time to type.
I haven't finished the meat circus yet, but my sister showed me the end cutscene. Now I know all that stuff.