Jordon T. Langley, Part 7

“Who ARE you? asked the camera, the shutter open all the way, as he watched Mr. Langley walk in.

“It’s me, Jordon Langley.”

“I know that.  I mean, wow!  You look forty years younger and you’re actually kind of handsome.”

“I am?”

“Yes.  It surprised me too.”

“I like the clothes.  They’re comfortable.  The Consultant said I look good in black.”

“You do.  Very nice,” said the camera, appreciatively.

“My hair feels weird.”

“But it looks great.  I think you’re ready for your class on Saturday.”

“I have to get used to looking like this,” said Mr. Langley.  “I don’t exactly feel like me.  They rubbed cream on my face.  Moisture.  They said to use it everyday.  So, I bought it.”

“Do whatever they told you to do.   And you will get used to the new you in no time.”

“I talked to a bunch of people today.”

“Was it hard?”

“At first.  But then it seemed kind of natural.”

“It will get better.  Everything will get better.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Why are you doing this for me?”

“You asked me to, when you picked up the camera.  Only someone who needed my help could have found me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.  The truth is, help is available for those who want it.  But they have to want things to be different than they are, and be willing to do whatever it takes to become who they think they want to be.  We show ourselves, but if people aren’t ready, they won’t see us.  You were ready and I was there.  You wanted more out of life, even if your conscious mind didn’t realize it, so you saw me, picked me up, and here we are.”

“Are you all cameras?”

“Hahahahaha, no!” laughed the camera.  “Do  you do know who Harry Potter is?”

“I read all the books and saw the films, so yes.”

“Well, like the portkeys, in Harry Potter, we can look like anything.  When the person is ready, we will appear in something that’s around the person.  Nothing messy, or gross, just things that only the person will notice.  A friend of mine once went into a dying flower because the woman she was trying to help loved plants.  She always bought the sad ones at stores, where they were never watered.  She would take them home and nurse them back to health.  So, when my friend saw the woman walking down the alley, she jumped into a plant someone had thrown away.  The woman picked her up immediately.   I knew you liked cameras, so when I heard you call out for help, I was right there for you to find.”

“Does that work all the time?  And you said ‘she’.”

“No, it does not work all the time.  Some people fight themselves.  Refuse to listen to their inner voice, if you know what I mean. I used ‘she’ because you need gender to communicate in this place.  I mean we aren’t ITS, so we have to be something, right?

“Yes, and it is hard to describe things without gender attachment, or assignment.  Even boats are he or she.  You seem like a he.  So, we do label everyone and everything.”

“That too,” said the camera, trying to nod.

“Are you trying to nod?”

“I am.   I thought I was being completely unsuccessful, but you noticed.”

“I did.  What does that mean?”

“I have no idea.”

“You’re not one of those alien lizard people, like the guys in Washington, are you?  You don’t want to take over my body or anything, right?”

“What?”

“Is that your true purpose?”

“What’s wrong with you.” huffed the camera.  “I’m just trying to help make your dreams come true.”

“I was just checking.”

“Well, checking is always a good idea, but if I wanted a body, it wouldn’t be yours.”

“Why not?” asked Mr. Langley, looking down at himself.  “What’s wrong with my body?”

“Nothing at all.  It’s a perfectly fine body, I’d just want to be French, or maybe Spanish, or Italian.”

“What’s wrong with being American?”

“Really?” asked the camera.  “How much time do you have?”

“Is this one of those things where I’ve never been anything else, so I don’t have anything to compare being American with?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay.  I get that.”

“You look good in jeans and you’re hair looks great.  Wear what you have on with your new jacket, and things will go well for you in class on Saturday.”

“Thank you, but what do you mean?  Wouldn’t things have gone well for me the way I looked before?”

“Sure, if you didn’t want anyone to notice you.  If you didn’t want to talk about EGYPT with the others.”

“Oh.  I get it.”

“Good.  Now, here’s something you need to remember.  If a woman talks to you, don’t panic.  Remember she wants to talk about your favorite subject…”

“Cells?”

“No, you twit, EGYPT.”

“Oh, right!  I should have known that.”

“Yes.  You SHOULD have known that,” said the camera.  “Don’t think of her as a woman, think of her as someone who loves Egypt and has interesting things to say.  Then remember that YOU love Egypt and have interesting things to say, as well.”

“I wonder if she’s seen the pyramids.”

“There IS no she.  Not yet.  Have you seen the pyramids in person?”

“Yes.  I went to Egypt to celebrate the death of my parents.”

“Excellent.”

“It was, but it’s a totally different culture.”

“Duh.”

“I knew that before I left, but knowing something and encountering it are two different things.”

“I think I like you.”

“I thought you always did.”

“Well, it was touch and go for awhile, but not anymore.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Do you really believe that the people in Washington, are reptilian aliens?”

“Yes.”

“I like that you aren’t afraid to say what you think.”

“Depends on who I’m talking to.”

“I think all sentences should end with a preposition,” said the camera.

“I agree.  There’s nothing wrong with prepositions.  Someone just didn’t like them and made a bad rule about when they should be used.”

“That’s the truth,” agreed the camera.  “So, tomorrow you will do a bit more shopping, right?”

“Yes.  I’m meeting Drake at ten,” said Mr. Langdon

“Drake?”

“The consultant.”

“Wanna see Ra, the Sun God?”

“Sure, who wouldn’t?”

“Well, take a look and then I’m going to crash for the night.  Just look into the little glass…”

“I know where to look,” snickered Mr. Langley.  “Wow!  He’s a lot bigger than I expected him to be.”

“Everyone says that,” said the camera.  “Absolutely everyone.”

 

 

 

 

 

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