The Reality Engine Ch 14

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Events in this chapter pick up the morning after the events at the end of chapter 13.

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Chapter 14

On Saturday morning, in Fuggville, Belize woke up with a start. She glanced next to her in bed, and saw Principal Acker, still fast asleep. They were both naked, and the stench of sex from the evening before still hung in the air of the bedroom. Since she had fucked Principal Acker for the first time on Thursday afternoon, life had become chaotic. Mr. Bennet had shown up at 7 AM the day before to talk to Principal Acker for an entire hour before the start of school. Throughout the course of the day, the principal had been engaged with one meeting after another. His day hadn't ended until well past 6 PM. Belize had stayed at her desk the entire time, and when Principal Acker was finally done with all his meetings, he took her out to dinner and a movie.

Belize was frightened. She had asked Principal Acker what all his meetings were about, but he had given an evasive answer. She was certain it had something to do with what she and Ingred had done seven months before with the release of the sex tape. In hindsight, she cursed that sex tape, and cursed the idea to ever make it. If Principal Acker wouldn't talk to her about it, that probably meant the consequences were severe.

She gently pulled the blanket off his body, and took his penis in her hands, and stared at it. He had a nice little cock. Belize was comfortable and happy. There was a good chance she was pregnant with his baby. The house he lived in was large, warm, and also, paid off. He was an excellent principal, and well respected in the local community. If she could marry him, she would never have another care for the rest of her life. She so badly wanted that to happen. She hoped her past mistakes wouldn't come back to haunt her, when her future finally seemed bright.

He stirred and awoke, while she quickly bent over in bed, and started to suck on his cock.

"Good morning!" Principal Acker said, as he saw Belize just as he liked to see her: with her mouth around his penis.

"Good morning," Belize replied. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did," Principal Acker said.

Belize turned herself in bed, so that she was on all fours in a 69 position over him.

"Do you want to fuck me right now?" Belize asked.

"Sure do," Principal Acker replied.

"You can anytime you want to," Belize said. "Just tell me what all those meetings you had yesterday were about."

"Okay," Principal Acker said. "You're going to have to know sooner or later, so it's best I tell you now. They were about you and your sister, about the release of the video you made last year, and about closing that little Pandora's box."

"What do you mean?" Belize asked, as she turned herself in bed to lie down on his chest, and she pressed her face against his. "Isn't the matter closed? It has been so long since it happened."

"When the situation broke, I notified the school board of what happened, and the school board contacted the police to conduct an investigation, as we are required to do by law," Principal Acker said. "No satisfactory outcome to the investigation was ever reached, and it is still an open investigation."

"What does that mean?" Belize asked.

"It means we never found a perpetrator, and no one was punished for the scandal," Principal Acker said. "Now that we know the truth, the police have to be informed of what happened, and we are trying to figure out how to best move forward. That was why Mr. Bennet so desperately tried to get us to see the truth: if you girls had been found out while your sister was still a High School student, it could have been handled quietly, with a penalty administered by the school. That she confessed after she graduated makes it a harder problem to solve, since she is beyond the reach of our discipline."

"What will happen to us?" Belize asked.

"I don't know," Principal Acker said. "The police aren't going to just drop this. They are going to want to see someone punished. You and your sister did waste public resources, and even if the police would prefer to drop the matter, our discipline-minded, young District Attorney is sure to want someone's head on a platter. This story made its way to the papers, and it was embarrassing that the perpetrator was never apprehended. I will do what I can to save you and your sister, but I'm not sure how much I can do. I have called an all-hands-on-deck staff meeting for after school on Monday. We'll see if we can't find some way to fix this mess then. I expect you and your sister to attend that meeting."

"Of course, I will let Ingred know to be there," Belize said.

"Mr. Bennet has probably already informed your sister of the meeting," Principal Acker said. "Now, how about that offer of sex?"

Belize smiled, and turned herself back around to give Principal Acker access to her pussy, and he gorged his mouth licking and loving her cunt. Belize bent over and started to suck his cock. She silently wondered to herself why she had to be such an idiot. She had known since she had started her job working for Principal Acker that he wanted to fuck her. Why had she played hard to get? If she had simply fucked him sooner, this whole mess with the video coming back to haunt her might have never happened, and she would be warm, happy, and pregnant with his child, possibly even married to him by now, and definitely without a care in the world.

At 10 AM, in Frostbite Falls, Scott and his friends arrived on the campus of Wassamatta U. As they gathered in the parking lot in front of the stadium, Adol and Richard were there to greet them.

"We still have nearly 4 hours until kickoff," Adol said. "What do you guys want to do to kill some time?"

"I'd like to get the campus tour, if you can manage it," Scott said, as all his friends agreed with him. "I was told the other day that there were some strange stories involving this campus, and I'd like to hear some of them."

"Strange stories?" Alania asked. "Like what?"

"My friend Lory told me the other day that the University used to be named Wossamotta U, but was changed shortly after the last game of the 1963 football season," Scott said. "I'd like to hear that tale, if you guys know it."

"Alright," Adol said. "Let's take the campus tour. We'll start at Waterbucket Tower, which is right in the middle of campus, and I'll tell you the story of the campus name change when we get there."

It was a walk of about 15 minutes to arrive at Waterbucket tower, and from there, much of the campus came into view. Wassamatta U, being a private school, was considerably smaller than its public school cousin, the University of Frostbite Falls, to the south was. In front of Waterbucket Tower there was an array of statues, depicting famous people associated with the University.

"So, the story of the campus name change has to do with the fellow you see depicted in the left-most statue there," Adol said. "That is Professor Bermuda Schwartz, he was a prominent academic on campus who frequently worked for the Department of Defense. In the early 60s, Professor Schwartz developed Hush-a-Bomb, a silent explosive that made no noise upon detonation."

"That's impossible," Scott said.

"No, that's science," Adol replied. "Wossamotta University used to be located right in the center of town, where City Hall is today, but due to a Hush-a-Boom accident, the University suffered large-scale structural damage. The old campus was abandoned, and a new campus was built here on what used to be Sam Hill."

"Wait, didn't you say it was called Hush-a-Bomb before, and now you're saying it was called Hush-a-Boom?" Sonya asked. "Which is it?"

"The two terms are used interchangeably," Adol said. "Cleaning up all the wreckage from the old campus, and building the new campus, took a lot of money. The 1963 championship football team had been very profitable, and so the University coffers were full. However, they still needed outside investors to finish the job. The biggest investor who stepped forward was Cornelius J. Wassamatta, a real-estate developer. He agreed to pick up the lion's share of the construction costs for the new campus, provided the University name was changed to be named after him. It was only a change of two letters from what the school had been called up to that time, so a deal was struck."

"That's really sad," Chad said. "The entire history of the University's name was erased to get the money to keep the school going."

"Yeah, it is," Adol said, as he pointed at a statue in the center-right of the group in front of Waterbucket Tower. "That's Cornelius J. Wassamatta right there. The University is named after him, but all the colleges are still named after the old school, so it is the Wossamotta College of Letters and Science and the Wossamotta College of Engineering at Wassamatta University. A fair compromise, to get the funding needed to keep the University's mission alive, I think."

"Sad, but fair," Scott said. "Why did Dr. Schwartz get a statue in the University center when his invention destroyed the campus, and cost the school so much money?"

"Hush-a-Boom was one of the most celebrated and important discoveries in the history of this school," Adol said. "Dr. Schwartz had nothing to do with the accident that damaged the University, as that was caused by other, more nefarious, scoundrels. It would be unfair to stain his good name for something he had no part in."

"Yeah, that's fair," Steve said.

"We have plenty of time before kickoff," Adol said. "Richard and I have some things to take care of, but this isn't a big campus, and it's impossible to get lost. I suggest you guys break up into small groups and look around. The engineering school is to the Northeast of here, letters and sciences is to the northwest, the museum is to the north, and the humanities building is to the southwest. Go wherever your fancy takes you."

"Sounds good," Scott said. "One question, though: what are those two giant buildings to the north of here?"

Scott pointed his finger slightly to the northwest and northeast, behind the great tower at the center of the University.

"That one," Adol said, pointing to the northwest. "Is Bullwinkle J Moose Hall, or, Moose Hall for short, and the other one, to the northeast, is Rocket J Squirrel Hall, or, Squirrel Hall for short. They are the two dormitories on campus, and they are both open to all classes, although they try to keep Freshman together on the same floors, Sophomores together on the same floors, and etc. If you want to live on campus, that's where you're located. I lived in Moose Hall Freshman year, just to get the whole college dorm experience, and to make friends, before I moved off campus."

"I'd like to take a look," Scott said.

"I'll come with you, pal," Chad said.

"Hey, can I ask where we're going to be running the naked mile tonight?" Sonya asked. "I remember when I did it as a Freshman, we had it on the streets around campus, and it was freezing that evening, which sort of killed all enthusiasm for the event."

"We've gotten smarter about it over the years," Adol said, smiling. "It's now held in the Colonel Beauregard athletic center. It just opened two years ago, and it's absolutely state of the art. No more freezing temperatures for the race, everything is indoors, and climate controlled."

"I just hope you haven't cut out the part about plenty of free beer for everyone?" Sonya asked, as everyone listening paid attention to the prospects of free alcohol.

"Absolutely not," Adol said, laughing. "A commitment to excessive amounts of free alcohol is the founding principle behind the naked mile. We've taken it up a notch, and today, there is also plenty of free pizza, and snacks, as well as free beer."

"You made sure to add Ted and Frank Digit to the guest list for tonight?" Scott asked.

"Sure did, and it was no sweat," Adol said. "The Farmers' and Swineherds' National Bank is the single largest individual donor to the University, so anyone who works for the bank gets privileged access and special treatment. Your two friends are good to go, just make sure they know where to be: outside the Beauregard athletic center, at around 7 PM. There will be a table outside the locker room area to handle sign-ins."

With that said, Adol went over where everyone needed to be right before kickoff, and the group split up based on what everyone wanted to see. Adol and Richard headed off to take care of their errand. Scott and Chad headed for Moose Hall. Henry and Steve went to see the engineering college. Sonya, Alania, Kloe, Bridget, and Margaret went to see the campus museum. Liandra and Pepper went to check out the humanities building.

A short walk brought Chad and Scott to Moose Hall, and they gazed up in awe at the massive dormitory. It was larger than any residence hall at Frostbite Falls University.

"Impressive," Scott said, as gazed up at the large, central tower in the middle of the dormitory. "We don't have anything this sophisticated back home."

"Built for show, as well as function," Chad said, with a smile.

Suddenly, Scott blacked out. He opened his eyes again, but all he saw was a world all in white light, just like his dream from a few nights before. He looked around, anxiously, for anyone who might be there. In front of his eyes, there was a disruption, and, a moment later, the being of pure light emerged from a vortex.

"Hello again, my friend," the being of pure light said.

"If I'm here, with you, in broad daylight when I'm not asleep, what's happening to my body right now?" Scott asked.

"Confusing, ain't it?" the being of pure light asked. "Don't worry, Chad is right by you, and he's keeping watch over you. This won't take long, I promise."

"Okay, seems to me I'm a captive audience," Scott said. "What's on your mind?"

"You are going to meet Calvin tomorrow, right?" the being of pure light asked.

"That's the plan," Scott replied.

"Good," the being of pure light said. "You have quite some time before kickoff, can I suggest a productive use of your time?"

"Go right ahead," Scott said.

"I understand that trusting someone who you can't physically see and meet in the real world is difficult, but Scott, you and I need each other," the being of pure light said. "So, as a gesture of good will, I want to give you some of the answers you seek. When you wake up, travel north and off campus. The street that connects to the north gate of campus is Wolf Street. Three blocks down, you will find the famous Delta Sigma Nu sorority house at number 359 Wolf Street. Head in that direction."

"What am I looking for?" Scott asked.

"Right before you cross the street from the 200 block of Wolf Street to the 300 block, where Delta Sigma Nu is located, there is a street light on the side of the street opposite the Delta Gamma Epsilon house," the being of pure light said. "Can I ask you to find this street light, and to stand under it?"

"That's a very strange request," Scott said. "Why should I do this?"

"You know that the power of the LAVCM allows you to have visions that go a few days into the future, at most, and a few weeks into the past, at most, right?" the being of pure light asked.

"You know about that, huh?" Scott asked.

"It doesn't have the power to show you anything other than events in a very small temporal window," the being of pure light said. "However, that isn't to say it isn't possible to see further than that. There is something on that street corner, that happened over 15 years ago, that you must see."

"If the core doesn't have the power to show me, how am I supposed to see it?" Scott asked.

"I will provide you with the power to see it," the being of pure light said. "As I said, we need each other, you and I, and I feel it is right to give you a sense of the danger you might be facing. What happened on that street corner, nearly a decade and a half ago, involves Eric."

"Eric?" Scott asked. "Well, if he was involved with it, and he knows, why didn't he tell me?"

"It's not his fault," the being of pure light said. "Eric is very intelligent, but he's not all-knowing. If he had a sense of why it was important you know this, as I do, he would have definitely told you all about it."

"Very well, I will go to the place you have asked me to go to," Scott said.

"Thank you, Scott, I appreciate this, and just in case you haven't figured out who I once was, please, from now on, call me Rocky," the being of pure light said, as Scott awoke from his vision lying on the ground in Chad's arms.

"Hey pal, you okay?" Chad said. "You blacked out on me there for a minute."

"Fine," Scott said, as he got up. "I need you to come with me somewhere. I'll explain it as we walk."

"Right behind you," Chad said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Another vision, and this time, one that comes with a quest to complete," Scott replied. As he and Chad walked to the street corner that Rocky had told them to go to, Scott filled Chad in on his latest vision. Ever since Lynx had told Scott that he had chosen his friends well, Scott had made the decision to tell one of his friends everything, and he had picked Chad for this role. Scott felt that he needed at least one confidant, that he could always go to, and who was always available.

"Well, here we are," Chad said, twenty minutes later, as the two friends stood under the street light at the corner of the 200 block of Wolf Street, opposite the Delta Gamma Epsilon house. "Anything yet?"

"Not yet, but it could come at anytime. . .," Scott said, before he saw a flash of white light, felt intense pain in the back of his head, and passed out on the street.

In this mind, Scott saw the exact same street corner, only it was very late at night. He saw Eric, but a version of Eric that was nearly 15 years younger than the man he knew, standing on the corner of the 300 block of Wolf Street. Eric crossed the street to the 200 block, and there was a man already standing there.

Scott had never seen this man before. He was impeccably dressed, in a suit and tie, with a long overcoat on to protect him from the cold night air. The man wore a panama hat on his head, and he had a long beard of white hair, warm eyes, and a gentle smile. The man was very old, even for this time nearly 15 years ago. Eric approached the man, and greeted him as he would a long-lost, close friend.

As the vision proceeded, Scott found that he was having a great deal of trouble hearing what the two men were saying to each other. He could make out bits and pieces of dialogue here and there, but much of the conversation was not audible. Scott suspected this was because producing the vision of this event, so many years ago in the past, was consuming a lot of power, and was just at the edge of what Rocky could do, but that much of the conversation was lost forever. Rocky probably figured that he just needed to show Scott enough to indicate why this conversation was so important, once Scott knew that, he could ask Eric for the finer details directly.

"I am delighted to see you here," Eric said, as he raced up to, and greeted, the stranger in the vision. "Whatever are you doing with yourself?"

The next few minutes of dialogue had no sound in Scott's vision. He could see the two men speaking in animated tones of voice, and exchanging a laugh and a few smiles, but he could discern no spoken words.