Okay, I think to myself, let’s treat everything like a funny dream. It’s not real. I look around. I feel like I’m wearing virtual reality glasses. There’s a lot of light where I am. Very modern and fashionable design, like they do in expensive mansions these days. I don’t like this place; it’s uncomfortable here. But there’s a cool touch-controlled coffee maker in the kitchen. I press the cappuccino button. Well, it seems to me that the picture on the button is like a cappucino cup, so I press it. The coffee maker starts working immediately. While the coffee is brewing, I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I’m scared; it isn’t me in the mirror.
Who is this woman? Whose are these hands? I am afraid. It cannot be.
I returned to the kitchen, where Fagot was already waiting for me. He was attacking my coffee with all his might. I handed the freshly brewed coffee to the demon, pressing the button myself, ordering the machine to make more. We sat facing each other at the kitchen table, trembling in anticipation of an interesting conversation with the demon.
– So, let’s start with simple and understandable things. You have made the transition from shifting consciousness during sleep. Because the body you are in now is a soulless biorobot, you have quickly taken control of its body. Your personality has simply crushed the biorobots’ programming personality. The wind demon started to explain.
–What about my body?– I asked quickly.
– You’re sleeping soundly in your own time, tired from the delights of motherhood, my interlocutor answered sarcastically.
Yes, the delights of being a mother. He was talking about how my precious child drove me crazy yesterday when I couldn’t put him to bed again.
– I volunteered to help you and accompany you during this time, so that you could easily make the return trip after the trip, and feel as if nothing had happened in your body. Fagot continued his explanation.
– But how is this possible? According to rumors, only puppeteers have such techniques. It is said that many members of the higher occult community are almost immortal because their souls are transferred from their old, decrepit bodies to new young bodies. Previously, they simply abducted weak-minded workers or stupid fashion models for this ritual. Now there are rumors about cloning people, and clones are being used for the ritual, which is top secret. Few people have knowledge and abilities of the soul like that. It’s an entire ritual process. How did I accidentally manage to do it? I asked Bassoon, emotionally, in shock, leaning towards him.
–Accidents are no accidents, my dear,» I said. «You’re here because we need to make a peep. Do you enjoy peering? Here we are, but this won’t last long. Let us hasten. I require some cigarettes or something to recharge myself. Can you locate something similar for me, so we may proceed? – The Bassoon has instructed me to do so.
I finished my coffee in a single gulp and hastened to search the apartment room by room for the item he requested. However, I did not find any cigarettes, although I did discover an object resembling a device suitable for a wind demon. It was a hybrid of a vape and a hookah, enhanced with spice. In my opinion, there was nicotine present in this device, although it could also be some sort of synthetic substance. In the absence of any other option, I presented the device to the Bassoon.»
Fagot lit a cigarette.
– We’re going to go outside and work with the woman whose body you occupy. We don’t have more than an hour for this. So, pull yourself together. – My guide outlined the plan of action.
Said, done.