Unable to come up with anything else to do, you settle in and wait for that moment when you’ll get plunged into the outside world once more. You try to talk with Impish to pass the time, but he’s not much of a conversationalist. So, you are left with nothing to distract yourself from the endless, maddening tedium of being trapped in your own body.
As time passes, you become increasingly agitated. You can’t just brush it off anymore: this feels a lot longer than 10 minutes.
Hey, uhh, Impish?
<Yes?
…Are you sure this is 10 minutes?
<Oh, yes, I meant to tell you that! It’s an hour now.
AN HOUR?? ARE YOU SERIOUS??? BUT… BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU SAID BEFORE!
<Well, as you become more accustomed to using me, time grows slower! Think of it as a benchmark of your skill.
What?? Some consolation that is! This is horrible! I can’t.. I can’t deal with this! What if it gets even longer? What if it’s entire days!
<Hmm. Guess you’ll just have to use it wisely then!
I can’t.. I can’t even…
Your rage simmers into troubled resignation. No use in arguing. That’s just the way it is. Just the way it is…
After what seems like an eternity, time resumes, and you find yourself back at the counter.
The clerk immediately jumps back, clutching his head and screaming.
<AAAHHHH!!!! ‘IT!!!
Being a Neuralink user, you’d expect him to be used to gore, but maybe some of your emotions transferred as well. Regardless, you have a brief window of opportunity, but you need to act fast.
What do you do?
