Cheers from every seat in the arena roar as the Administrator and her aides stride toward her motorcade, it was a rousing address giving hope and inspiration to millions. Known as NX, although her charisma cannot be summed up in a mere name, the symbol of all that is good in the world and the uniting force for the path forward.
"So you dreamt this-"
"Yeah, before I woke up, it kinda hit me in a flash."
"So this NX looks like me."
"She IS you."
"What does she wear?"
"It's red, a, what do you call it, maybe a leotard?"
"Oh please, I don't have the body for that."
"Your body rocks, and so does NX."
"Well, maybe with a matching shawl, we'll work on it. So she rules the world?"
"She leads the people."
"And does she have a consort?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does she have a fellow to support her?"
"He goes by NS."
"And does NS wear a leotard?"
"He usually wears a hot tub."
Noreen pauses for a second. "You are way too good at this for your own sake, you know that?"
"What, it's just something that popped in my head."
"God if you ever got me in a hot tub..."
"Sounds nice."
"Honey, nice wouldn't have nothin' to do with it, believe me. Anyway...mmm, next topic, Mom was glad to see us, said we seem happy together, and was trying to get me to admit certain things."
"Moms are like that, you gotta stay ahead of 'em."
"Well they usually know what's going on but want to hear you say it."
"Yeah it's always chess with them."
She just sighs. "Nick what are we ever going to do with you?"
"I get that a lot."
"Your poor mother, I should pick her some flowers."
"Bring 'em with you tomorrow."
"So are you inviting me to over?"
"Mom said you're welcome here anytime, Timbutt will get here in the afternoon, we'll eat later, then the Forth with grandparents, Sunday with Mom's gang, Monday we're fishing with Dad."
"Very good, yeah we're gonna do a big fire pit then they'll be blowing things up into the wee hours. How about...if I get there around 4?"
"That should be perfectionism."
"Alright, that should give me time to do some things and clean up, then come to her aid."
"And see me."
"Yeah I suppose you'll be there too, oh well."
"Now about that tape..."
"Ooh did you like it?"
"It's sexy, it's sweet, it sounds like you...is that Thorogood live? Rockin' and a reelin', wheelin an a dealin..."
"Yeah I tried to find some rock stuff, brothers come in handy like that."
"I think 106 played that track later at night back in junior high days, brought back memories."
"Bring back any from the drive in?"
"Uhhh yeah that too, oh, and the second side was interesting."
"Yeah...wait, what, second side?"
"Mmmm hmmm."
She pauses, "What the hell was on the second side, do I wanna know?"
"Well it starts out some voices, then a count, then drums, then a bass kicks in, then it sounds like you singing Steve Miller with a dude."
"Oh buggah."
"Was I not supposed to hear it?"
"Nick you should probably ignore that."
"Honey you should know it's too late. I've played it several times, can't get enough."
"Oh man...I got so wrapped up finding all the tracks and dubbing I forgot to check the other side...OK, yeah that was the time Arden wanted to see what it was like to record music, the boy has a creative side that never fully developed, outside the shop at least."
"Ahhh huh."
"That's really it, we couldn't get a good sound but it was nice to mess with my bass again."
"I thought of running it through an EQ to try and clean it up some, would be fun to play it in the car."
"Yeah right, if you want we could just try it again sometime, dummy still has his drums and you could join in somewhere."
"Hmmmm."
"Well, just be warned...um...at the time he was trying to get inspired with certain herbs, if you catch my drift."
"Oh so it was hazy-dazy."
"Yeah hazy-dazy, I didn't take a puff but started feeling pretty warped by the third time through, I guess it fits the song though, midnight toker."
"Great band name, Hazy Daisy."
"No shit, I might have gone with that back in the day. Just never made the right connections outside of the classical stuff, different worlds, you know."
"Prog bands kinda blend it all together."
"Those guys are usually geniuses from England though."
"You've got the accent down pretty good at least."
In her perfect Brit, "why thank you, good squire."