Talk to Freud 01 Adam and Sophie were running down the corridor, in hopes they wouldn't lose their pursuit. At the end of it they ran into a face waiting for them that they both knew well, and had seen following with the other remnants; that of Sigmund Freud. They both screeched to a halt, and pointed their weapons as Freud stood up from the makeshift office. (that he was staring over disapprovingly.) He turned to them. "Hello. I'm glad you managed to come all this way. I would hate to have waited around for nothing." Sophie spoke first. "You were waiting for us?" "We're always waiting for you. Every step you take we have traversed before you, and waited for you to follow." "Can you express that general message in a way that doesn't sound so stupid?" "No doubt I could, but I choose not to."
End of The Universe Adam and Sophie looked into the giant rift which spread out before them. It looked rather like an overlapping plethora of random imagery, diverging to a single point infinitely in the distance. An image which was no longer constrained by rationality or logic. A nightmare of the surreal. They knew they would have to enter
This was the final stretch. Possibly the final location which would ever continue to exist for all time. It looked almost like giant intricate jeweled clockwork. Things they could barely even perceive. They knew that even what they thought they saw before them was only a projection. A rationalization of something so far beyond their comprehension that even a semi-intelligible collapse to projected coherence was not an accurate reflection of even it's basic reality.
Upheld by their Piece of J. They still didn't know what it was. Where it came from
Talk with Rorschach 01 "Hello, Adam; Sophie." "
Progenitors." Adam and Sophie came to, and looked around themselves in a mild panic; the type people do when they don't want anyone to actually know that they are in fact panicking. The building they had been in had now all but vanished, and only vague silhouettes of it remained. The surreal structure they were in now looked almost like an inverted liquid pool of two unmixing gels of black and white, which constantly moved and reshaped themselves into what looked like it was a deliberate design for esoteric metastructure. They were still alive, of course, even though the area appeared to have no oxygen, and for all they could perceive no consistently coherent set of spatial dimensions. Presumably this was through the protection of their piece of J. Adam spo