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My vision shook with the effort. I held to the task. Back, back, back through the billions of years. Almost at the start now. Space filled with radiation, utterly symmetrical. The symmetry has to break, I thought, and made it happen. Further.
Energy-filled space. So small, so big. Earlier. Where did it come from? Why do things exist? Someone had to put it there. But who?
I focused all my energy on the initial moment of our universe. I drew strength from all the space and time around me, and fu
Why do things exist? Because I created this universe. Baumgard wasn't going to like the answer.
:38.
There was a tenth item on the list: How the blunzer works. Tell Harry. I didn't recall having wanted to make any wishes like this. But better do it. I still had time.
I stared at the blunzer next to me and let myself merge into the essence of its workings. Then I flipped back through time to feel its action as it blunzed me, and earlier, Harry. I understood it then, I understood it totally. But I couldn't quite put my understanding into words.
With part of me still in the past, I reached out to the resuscitated Harry on the floor next to me and read the physics terminology off the wrinkles of his brain. Now I had it. Now I really knew how the blunzer worked.
But there was still one last part to the tenth wish. Tell Harry. Why tell him when he already knew? The answer hit me like a ton of bricks. Harry hadn't always known how to build a blunzer. When I'd asked him on that Saturday how he figured it out, he'd told me he got the the idea in a dream. A dream he'd had the night before.
I scrambled back to the night of Friday, September 21. As I'd been doing all along, I sent only my consciousness, not my whole body. Harry's whole song and dance about having to send your body back and send a lizard forward was easily avoidable. My will could reach back in time and do whatever was needed.
My immaterial eye found Harry peacefully asleep in his double bed. Plain Sondra was next to him, snuggled against the soft curve of his fat back. I'd come to the right place, but how was I to get into Harry's dream?
It was easy. I reached into his mind as before, but this time I did more than observe his thoughts. I altered them. I set up a feedback loop between my thoughts and his; it felt as if I'd stepped right into his dream.
In the dream, Harry is sitting by a river with a beautiful girl. She is his anima, a projection of subconscious goodness. They have a picnic basket, and they are throwing all their food into the river. A duck is eating the food — a strange duck that walks on the surface of the water.
"Harry," I said, tapping him on the shoulder.
He gave a hoarse cry of surprise, and the anima disappeared. "What are you doing here, Fletcher?"
"I've only got a few seconds. I've come to tell you how to build the blunzer."
The duck and the river had disappeared now, too. Still in the dream, Harry and I were sitting face to face at a long table. In the space of an instant, I took everything I knew about the blunzer and coded it onto Harry's brain.
:10, read the clock. I snapped back to my body in Harry's workshop. I tried to understand everything I'd just done, but it was too much for me now. I twisted my time line back parallel to the world's. The people in the room with me started moving again.
:09.
Harry felt his throat gingerly, then sat up and gri
:08.
"Oh, Joe," exclaimed Sondra, looking down at her flat body, "it's perfect."
:07.
Seeing Sondra so dull and plain again really bothered me. I could still see into the past, and I feasted my eyes one last time on the way she'd been.
:06.
At the same time I looked over my list again, making sure I hadn't left anything out. I had a feeling there was one more wish I wanted.
:05.
Sondra and Harry didn't realize I'd been out of their time for four minutes. They thought I was just begi
:04.
"Don't you have any deep, hidden desires you're going to ask for?" Sondra was saying.
:03.
Suddenly I realized what my real wish was.
:02.
"I WANT TO BE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!" I cried. "I WANT TO LOOK JUST LIKE SONDRA DID."
:01.
The numbers disappeared. My field of vision narrowed back down to what it had been. Something was hanging in front of one of my eyes. I reached up to touch it.
Long, blond hair.
21. Men Are People Too
"What a homo!" exclaimed Harry once again. "I can't believe it."
I ignored him and continued to stare down at my new body. I still had on the same clothes as before. "If you don't mind, Harry, I'd like to go to the bathroom."
"I bet you would. Can I watch?"
"Forget it. I'm happily married."
"Do you know where we can reach Nancy?" Sondra asked.
"She's in a penthouse on top of the Plaza Hotel. Call the operator, it's a new listing. Or just wait a minute. I can tell her myself."
I walked out of the workshop and up the stairs to Harry's apartment. The bathroom was right off his bedroom. I was eager to look myself over in privacy. I was having trouble grasping what I'd done.
As I passed the bedroom window, I looked out to see how the stupid groovers were doing. Still shirtless, most of them, but all their Gary-brains were gone. Thrown back on their own limited mental resources, the zealots didn't seem to have much to say for themselves.
I locked the bathroom door and took all my clothes off. It was a nightmare, a dream come true. I was a woman as beautiful as Marilyn Monroe. I pressed my hands between my legs. My big breasts slid this way and that, jiggling with every motion. My hips and butt stuck out like shelves.
I was horrified, yet of course I was thrilled as well. Whatever regrets my conscious mind may have had, my subconscious was in ecstasy. I got into the shower and soaped myself all over, getting to know my new body.
Someone knocked on the door as I was toweling myself off.
"Who's there?" My voice was sweet and melodious.
"It's Sondra, Joe. Do you want one of my dresses?"
"Yes, thanks. That candy-striped one? And a bra and stockings."
"Unlock the door."
"Okay."
I held the towel up over myself while Sondra brought in her new clothes for me. They fit perfectly. Acting like a friendly sister, she showed me how to put on lipstick and mascara.
My new face didn't look exactly like Sondra's had. Somehow you could vaguely tell that it was still Fletcher.
"I want heels, too," I said, brushing out my long hair. "I might as well do the whole number. And can you give me a little handbag with some money in it?"
"Joe —"
"Call me JoJo."
"JoJo, what are you going to do now?"
"Get the train to New York. I want to look at our new penthouse."
"I called Nancy, JoJo. She's pretty upset."
"Oh, she'll be glad to see me."
"I'm not so sure."
I left Harry's shop soon after — it embarrassed me to try to talk to him while I looked like this — and walked down to the train station. Now that the invasion was over, I figured the passenger trains to New York would be stopping in New Brunswick again.
My heels — shiny red ones — were a little tricky to manipulate, but I found that if I walked slow and swayed a lot it wasn't too hard. The volunteer Herberites in the street seemed pretty disoriented; most of them were drifting back out to the parking lots at the edge of town. The men all stared at me, of course. I was careful not to meet their eyes. This quickly became a real drag — having always to look at the sidewalk or the rooftops — but I certainly didn't want some ugly bristly man to try to pick me up.