From the movement beneath her closed eyelids and the mild jerking of her limbs
He knew she was dreaming
The Admiral got up from the bed
Quietly making his way to the fish shelf
He still could feel the shared stickiness from their earlier romp
Rarely had he felt so comfortable with a woman
As if she were an apartment building
And he had the master key ring
He returned to Phyllis with a wiring harness and a syringe of milky liquid
Her eyes opened briefly as he put the needle in and depressed the plunger
She barely felt the scalpel pierce her temple from her newfound place in the clouds
The Admiral, having jacked her in
Threw the hard line connection switch
And through the fog, Phyllis felt both more trapped
And more free
Than she had ever been
The admiral made one phone call as the data feed kicked in
His message was curt
He stated, "We are going to find that fish."
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