the awareness of vytrox

Suddenly Vytrox felt aware that he was having an experience. This awareness soon grew to such outrageous proportions that it began to seriously impede his enjoyment of the experience. With growing alarm Zonitor now sensed Vytrox’s awareness of their shared experience and subsequently also felt a significant reduction in enjoyment of the experience. Vytrox looked at Zonitor and knew immediately that their experience had been compromised. Zonitor returned Vytrox’s gaze and instantly saw this realization in his eyes.

To recap: they now both knew and also knew that the other knew.

What do we do, cried Zonitor.

We must leave the island at once, Vytrox replied. I can’t live like this.

But we can’t. You sank the boat the other day.

Dammit. I forgot. Maybe we can fix it?

Doubtful. It’s at the bottom of the ocean.

Well, we can build a new one. You always said I’d make a good carpenter.

I may have been joking. But I’ll start gathering materials. You draw up some plans.

They set to work as the sun crested the palm trees on the summit of Mount Dessication.

[some time later]

Vytrox noticed as he was drawing up the plans that his hand was moving without accompanying thoughts occurring in his brain. As he sat back and watched, the crude form of a boat appeared on the yellowing graph paper he had saved for just such an occasion. Pleased with the result he ran out of the hut onto the beach to find Zonitor.

Zonny! Look!

But Zonitor was unimpressed and sent him back to the hut to work up a second draft.

[more time later]

The sun was now high in the sky and Zonitor was exhausted from gathering materials. Instead of waiting any longer for Vytrox to finish the plans, she expertly crafted a dugout canoe, waterproofed it with pine tar, and carved two oars. She then dragged the canoe into the surf and took it for a test run around the island.

Meanwhile in the hut Vytrox’s hand had stopped moving independent of his brain, leaving him at a serious disadvantage considering he knew next to nothing about boat design. To make matters worse his awareness of the experience of not knowing what to draw began to grow. It grew and grew and grew until Vytrox felt like his eyes would soon explode and awareness would shoot out the empty sockets in two parallel streams of hot showering sparks. He sat down and mopped his brow. Out the window of the hut he saw Zonitor paddling back and forth in a canoe. Relieved that the situation seemed to have resolved itself he rushed out of the hut.

Zonny! You did it! We’re saved!

Zonitor pulled the canoe ashore and cast a critical eye over Vytrox’s visage.

You’ve been further compromised, haven’t you.

Um…well, yes, maybe just a little bit.

What’s happening right now.

Oh, don’t be that way. Let’s just get ready to go.

He went to the hut to gather their few possessions. Zonitor stayed behind and pondered the situation. She wondered if she could ever hope to have an experience again without Vytrox’s awareness impinging on her enjoyment of it. Are they now condemned to a life of hyper-awareness suffusing everything they do together? Just exactly how far have they been compromised?

Luckily for her Vytrox knew what to do. While she was out on the beach fretting over their shared future and, to be perfectly honest, considering in the vaguest of ways whether she should not just sneak off in the canoe on her own, Vytrox was inside the hut trepanning himself. At the very moment of completion, Zonitor turned on impulse and saw a long stream of sparkly dust flowing out the window of the hut and up into the air, heading straight for the sun.

Seconds later Vytrox emerged beaming from the hut carrying their two carpet bags.

I found these bags in there, he shouted with glee, pointing unsteadily to a small grove of coconut trees located a few clicks west of the hut.

The connection was tenuous at best but Zonitor took it in stride.

Good work. I’ll take those.

She stowed the bags in the canoe as Vytrox stared at the sand, his beatific face erased of all worry lines.

Are we going somewhere?

Yes, and I think I better handle the navigation. But if I show you what to do with this paddle, do you think you can help move us through the water?

Sure! That sounds fun.

After an intensive four-hour lesson in paddling and canoe safety they were ready to leave. The full moon welcomed their sturdy craft out onto the open sea. Zonitor checked the sextant and pointed Vytrox in the right direction. She knew it wouldn’t be easy but at least now they had a chance at full immersive experience. And she was already warming up to the new Vytrox. As she watched the shadows play over his vacuous expression she knew he’d made the right decision. Shedding his awareness like an exoskeleton, Vytrox had bypassed a full compromise of their positions. She would ensure his sacrifice was not made in vain.

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