Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

You feel as if you've stepped through a door.

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[tookashirototheknee]

"That's... a lot of names." A pause. "What would you like me to call you? Also, seventeen and twenty one of what?"

He stops for a moment, shuffling in his place. "Er, sorry. I have a lot of questions. I'm Matt, but if you brought me here, you probably know that. Or if this is the afterlife, you certainly know that."

[powersthatare]

"Joan will do. And I've brought you here to ask me your questions."

[tookashirototheknee]

"I have a lot of those." He pauses. "So, um. Joan. I doubt you brought me here to pile questions on you. I mean, ok, I'm not really doing much at the moment, and if you're really that bored, I guess a random person peppering you with questions is better than nothing, but...."

He takes a breath. "Uh, sorry. Anyway, so why do you need me?" They can start there.

[powersthatare]

"Like any source of light, to be focused and reflected, I am in need of mirrors," the voice says. "You are one such."

[tookashirototheknee]

"I'm a mirror?" He sounds very incredulous. "Honestly, at the moment, I am far from shiny. Or really far from useful." He could probably polish that mirror, but that's about it.

A moment passes. "So, if I'm the mirror in spite of everything, where am I reflecting the light to? Where are we illuminating?"

[powersthatare]

"All of existence."

[tookashirototheknee]

"Ah. So I'm reflecting a disembodied voice to the entire... universe? Multiverse?" He can't help it. His sarcastic streak is coming out.

"I guess it could be worse. Just... if I have any say in it, can I please request no cells or grey glop for food?" A pause. "Do I even get requests?" Another pause. "Can I have some new clothes?"