Liminal Space

Few people have travelled to the liminal spaces of the backrooms; far fewer have escaped; but I think I might be the only one to have mastered them.

You see, the backrooms may seem random, but they are all based on math. If you know enough data and the right calculations, you know why wall X intersects with wall Y at angle Z or why that table is stuck in the middle of a wall. But all that math meant it was at least theoretically possible to re-arrange yourself as well.

That’s how I figured out how to steal Danielle’s body. The proper alignment and the proper timing meant my brain could simply replace hers -- male to female, and all it took was just some simple quantum mathematics. Of course, a slight miscalculation could mean a misalignment or I might’ve ended up in a simulacrum instead of the real thing. But I didn’t feel misaligned; I didn’t feel like a copy. No. This was real, and I felt great! Everything was great!

The Experience

Jeremy hit the ground hard. He expected it to hurt, but it felt good instead. In fact, everything felt good. The floor, the loud music -- all of it was good. People reached down to pick him up, but he didn’t want to. After all, the floor felt so good. But, as it turned out, standing up also felt good as well. Realizing he was in someone else’s body? A woman’s body? Also good!

It took him a few more minutes to realize he was high. How he got high was still a mystery to him, though maybe he was just imagining all of this. The club, the different body -- maybe it was all just from whatever he was on. It didn’t seem to matter right now; he could just enjoy this for what it was -- an experience...an out-of-body experience?

the workplace. (epsiode 2)

View Part 1 of the workplace.

Basic

The thing about Emily was that she was pretty ordinary. I didn’t know anything about her before swapping into her body, but it didn’t seem to matter; I could just sort of fake it with a lot of bland cliches about twenty-something year old women.

Her style seemed basic and unoriginal. When I saw another woman on the street -- I wasn’t sure if she was a friend of Emily’s or not -- but I just sad some things about Taylor Swift and Pilates, and then we both went about our day.

If I had known it would be so easy to be a woman, I think I would’ve stolen the body of one years ago. Then again, maybe it wasn’t all women who were so simple....maybe it was just Emily.

Oh.

Lou still couldn’t believe he was going on his first date since the Great Shift. He was still nervous about it, but there were things that would make it easier. When he arrived at the bar, it was pretty easy to spot Clarice with his own former face, for instance.

It all seemed to be going quite well until he mentioned the date.

From inside his body, she laughed, “Are you serious? We’re just exchanging info here, because we should be friends.”

“Oh,” It was hard for Lou to say much more.

“I mean, my former body is a 3 or 4 at most. But now? I’m like a 7 or an 8! I’m really sorry for what you lost, but a date?” She laughed, “No way!”

“Oh,” Lou repeated.