CCC #67

1. Agony
2. Double
3. Frozen
4. Instant
5. Motion
6. Oval
7. Royal
8. Rule
9. Sorry
10. Track

Mr. Macmillan #2
In agony that he could not decipher the present situation, Mr. Macmillan took a double-take of his surroundings.  He became frozen by the grandness of what he saw and in that instant as his eyes made motion upwards he found sight of the sky.  Somehow Mr. Macmillan had not noticed what surrounded him due to the soft reflective surfaces on both sides of the road in front of his alleged home. The road was merely a facade and somehow contained a content capable of suspending objects on and within it, but also had the appearance as one could fall right through it, somewhat transparent.  As he looked through it there was no apparent end downward, neither when he looked up could he find anything to understand where he was in relation to anything else, no bearings.  The oval shaped interactive display suddenly announced “5 minutes till lockdown, all who are outside will be inside.”   Although startled by the message Mr. Macmillan found people around looking at him a special way as they drifted by him in some form of a hovering chair. They made these curious circle like gestures somehow giving him the feeling that there was something royal about himself.   For if there was anything Mr. Macmillan knows it would be that he had never had rule over any person, place or thing.  So it came as quite a shock that anyone would look at him with due respect, “sorry to inform you that I am not who you think I am, s..s..sir” he voiced to the interactive display, hesitant to speak to a machine with such a human term.  As he voiced his opinion on the matter the interactive display began to emit some form of communication Mr. Macmillan was not familiar with but yet was supremely comforted by.  Unfortunately the information was proceeding at a speed much to quick for Mr. Macmillan to track.  He could sense an overall feeling of peace and protection and began to sink inside of his alleged home, not through a door, but perhaps through the substance that made up it’s walls.  Once again Mr. Macmillan fell into a deep deep sleep.
-DR JUMP