You might be saying to yourself, “You’re with McCord, and, by the way, since when did you, as a woman, want to marry a woman?” My answer is that, until AOC came along, I had not thought on the matter, and, furthermore, I don’t know if McCord is the right man for me—I never have. I wouldn’t tell him that, of course; but I think he knew that we might’ve married by now if it was meant to be, so maybe we were just following the path of least resistance—but, then again, I might argue that marriage is the path of least resistance.
Then I heard this: I have to admit, the temple is nigh, and I had a great idea—I’d package a heartfelt message in the voice and image of Donal Trump—that way my future selves would have to absorb the agony of such an exterior in order to get to the good things inside—things that I, as a function of energy and matter at a certain time and place, was sending forward—much like modulating the amplitude of a wave, or AM radio. I just tuned to a frequency that didn’t necessarily feel right and posted my stuff on the wave crests. It was a way to speak in general to all the people out there that had access to the future, as well as concentrating on my future self, who, because of the way the message was packaged, might’ve connected, then, with other people besides me that had access to the future.
I often sent image messages in the same way that you use AM radio because the image would keep going over itself until you got a good imprint; when I changed my voice to match Donald’s voice I was changing the frequency like you do with FM radio; you had to be more accurate when you did that, because, unlike AM radio waves that, with their longer wavelengths, bounce off the atmosphere, FM radio goes right through it—or it gets obstructed by something else. So images were a good way to send emails that arrived after a given period, and voice control was used to address specific people—people that had to be tuned to your particular frequency as an agent of the future.
So what was meant by saying that the temple is nigh? Since, in general, I was averse to temples, I figured I was talking to somebody that was trying to reach me in particular by encoding the message within a seemingly disagreeable shell. But I interpreted the message as meaning that I was on the right track—or, at least, I was developing a personal relationship with a particular person(s) in a conditional realm. This could be dangerous because, as it happens, I might find that I like somebody from one point in a future more than I liked the pinnacle of the future, the one that I was trying to talk to when I projected Donald Trump. But I was also excited because I could actually be forging a relationship with a particular person in the future that, for the time being, represented the furthest point in the future that I could hope to intercept and engage.
I decided, then, that I’d name AOC to represent my future self; that way, when I spoke in her voice, I could talk to somebody specific—somebody that was growing along with me in real time—and that, when prompted, would let me see secrets things from the future of this person’s future, such that I’d connect with AOC squared—and, once I had disentangled myself from my AOC—and I had a relationship with AOC, then I could try and establish a relationship with AOC squared (as AOC made way for me from here to there—as in removing that which would get in the way of FM radio, or frequency modulations that allowed me to connect via voice and language to a real person).