The Fly Page #5

I've never given me

a chance to be me.

Interestingly, when I achieved...

...what will prove to be my

life's work...

...I've become the real me, finally.

So, listen...

...not to wax Messianic...

...but the synchronicity of the two

events may blur the individual effect.

But it is, nevertheless, also

certainly true.

I will say now, however

subjectively, human teleportation...

...molecular breakdown and reformation

is inherently purging.

It makes a man a king.

Since I left the pod, I feel great.

I think I will have a cannoli

after all. Waiter!

What an accomplishment.

But what have I really done?

I've said to the world:

"Let's go. Move.

Catch me if you can". Waiter.

Jesus Christ!

Oh, God. Wait.

Oh, God.

What?

How can you keep going?

You can't have any fluid left

in your body.

We've been doing this for hours.

I'm not ready to quit yet.

Come on.

Hey. What's this?

It's an attempt to distract me.

Really, what is it? It's like...

-...hairs or something.

- I don't know, it's....

It happens when you get older,

weird hair.

They're really coarse.

I've never been hairy enough.

Know what I mean? Always too boyish.

I look forward to a hairy body.

It's one of the compensations

of old age. Where are you going?

Not my new hairs. What are you doing?

Relax.

You don't want a body

covered with these.

God! They're really tough!

Listen.

I want you to go through.

I want to teleport you right now.

I hardly need to sleep

and I feel wonderful.

It's like a pure, benign drug.

The power I feel surging inside me...!

We'll be the perfect couple.

The dynamic duo. Come on.

- Right now.

- Hey, wait.

Don't give me that born-again

teleportation. I'm scared.

What do I have to say?

I'm not gonna do it!

You're a f***ing drag, you know?

Something went wrong. When you

went through, something went wrong.

No? Not you?

If you're too chickenshit to be

in the dynamic duo club...

...I'll find somebody else

who can keep up with me.

Listen to me...

You're afraid to dive

in the plasma pool.

You're afraid to be destroyed

and re-created.

Think you woke me up about the flesh?

You only know society's

straight line about the flesh.

You can't penetrate society's

sick gray fear of the flesh.

Drink deep, or taste not the plasma

spring. See what I'm saying?

This is not just sex and penetration,

but penetration...

...beyond the veil of the flesh.

A deep, penetrating dive

into the plasma pool.

I'll have a scotch.

Who's winning?

I don't know.

I hope it's Marky.

- How come?

- Because.

I like Marky tonight.

I like you tonight.

Maybe I'd better get involved.

Hey, pal, you're disturbing us.

$100 says I can beat either of you.

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