Chapitre 58: Everything is fake (Part 2)
Standing in the local ice cream shop, I couldn't help but laugh when I saw how it operated. Because it was an ice cream shop dedicated to just one person, all the ice cream in the shop was what was on display at the front. They had just enough for Truman and the actors that visited when Truman was there.
I wasn't laughing at Truman or his circumstances, but the absurdity of the situation instead. In fact something about seeing Truman being toyed with without his knowledge and treated equal to that of an ant in an anthill or a mouse in a lab upset me. Maybe I saw my past self in him a little and wanted to help him vent his frustrations on this world.
After about an hour of waiting, Truman and his 'friend' Marlon arrived at the small Ice cream shop. I was sitting in one of the booths eating chocolate chip mint on my own while I waited for him to get closer.
Seeing him arrive at the counter and start to order, I made my move. The other extras seeing me do more than I was supposed to started to tell me to sit back down with their eyes, but I ignored them as I approached Truman.
"2 scoops of regular vanilla please, oh and if you don't mind, id like some chocolate syrup drizzled on-."
Truman was caught off guard when I suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind.
"Ah, yes? Do you need something?" asked Truman who didn't seem too bothered to be suddenly interrupted.
Pulling my hand back, I spoke to the young Truman in front of me. "How old are you right now?"
Truman looked confused. "Sorry, do I know you?"
I shook my head. "Not yet, please answer my question."
Marlon who had been watching the situation clearly had someone speaking into his ear at this moment and decided to finally act. "Hey guy.. go eat your ice cream, we are in a rush so don't bother us."
Looking over at Marlon I wanted to cut him in half for speaking to me how he just did, but I wanted Truman to follow me in the future and right now he considered Marlon his friend. "Sorry I was just curious to your age, I just recently transferred schools and wondered if we would be in the same grade."
Truman finally understood. "Oh, I'm fourteen, how old are you"
"Oh, Never mind, I guess we won't be in the same grade. I was just looking to possibly make friends, but it appears I barked up the wrong tree" After getting the information I wanted, I walked past Truman and dropped a com device in his short's pocket as subtly as I could and walked out of the Ice cream shop. I then made my way to an empty car in the street and then got inside before turning invisible and then climbing out of the window.
With all the cameras around, I didn't want my vanishing act to be captured. Entering one of the nearby empty houses I decloaked myself and waited until it was late.
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-=Truman Burbank's POV=-
Truman having just laid down in his bed was just about to close his eyes when he heard a voice in his dark room where only he should be in at the moment. "Truman, check the pockets on the shorts you were just wearing today. There is a device inside that I am speaking to you with."
Truman didn't know what to make of his current situation, but curiosity got the best of him and so he hopped out of bed and dug inside his shorts pockets and found a small device. Once it was in hand, he heard the voice again. "Tap on the badge with your finger and I will be able to hear you as well."
Truman did as he was told and then spoke. "Okay, now that I know I'm not hearing voices, who is this? Are you a Russian spy or something? What's with this technology?" It was the smallest walkie talkie Truman had ever seen and it's design was odd looking.
A laugh could be heard on the other side of the com before the person spoke again. "I am not a Russian, but before we talk anymore, you need to tap the device four times fast.
Truman was hesitant. What if this was a spy and this was some kind of bomb or something? But after thinking about it a little, what bomb could possibly be this small? and if it was a bomb, it wouldn't do much damage. Tapping the device four times, Truman felt a small zap, but nothing seemed to change. "What now?"
"Now you are invisible to those around you. Walk out of your room and I will show you your world for what it truly is. I will be waiting outside for you."
Truman remembered the older kid he had met earlier and realized the voice was very similar. Obviously this wasn't really a device that turned him invisible, the transfer student probably just wanted to make new friends like he had stated earlier and had felt awkward due to Marlon and how he had talked to him. Even though it was late and Truman had never gone out at this time before, somehow it sounded exciting and new. As long as he didn't' get caught, it should be okay.
Truman spoke into the tiny walkie talkie device. "Roger that, I'll be right out in a second." Truman opened his door and walked out to find a very quiet house. His mom was probably already asleep and so Truman left as quietly as possible. Once outside he saw the transfer kid from earlier.
"So what did you want to do?" asked Truman.
The transfer kid (Sisyphus who was also currently cloaked) smiled. "Truman what if I told you that you are part of a tv show and that everyone around you are actors including the people you love and care about and even the things you see all around you was just one giant movie set?"
Although Truman always thought his life was weird at times, but he of course wouldn't believe such a crazy story. "Id say you were loony, Why are you asking such a weird question?"
The transfer kid smiled even bigger than before. "Humor me, stay here in front of your house with me until morning and let me show you what happens when the main character can't be found."
It wasn't that Truman believed the person in front of him, but for whatever reason, he was intrigued and curious. Things did feel odd at times in his life. Even if this was a joke, couldn't he afford to play into it for just one day? "I don't see why not, I've never done an all nighter before anyway. I've always wanted to do it at least once.
The transfer student walked up and put his hand on his shoulder. "Good, while we are waiting, I've got some puzzle problems I need help solving. Want to give it a try?"
Grabbing the puzzles that were handed to him, Truman glanced down at them and laughed a little. "What kind of puzzles are these, one of them is even labeled 'Magic test'." Still, he had some time to pass and so Truman got to work on the papers in front of him.
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