Part II
After a day and a half had passed. Magda had returned to work.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“Oh hush! This is fun!!” Cosmic Magda replied with excitement.
A day and a half ago Cosmic Magda had floated the idea of Magda the Forest Cat acting like a genie on the social media site Cosmic-Truth Social. It was the type of online forum where anyone with an internet connection could login, spout whatever “truths” they wanted and then logout.
Magda had initially resisted the suggestion but was sold on the idea when Cosmic Magda explained that “act like a real genie” meant she would actually be temporarily bestowed the powers of a real one. However Magda soon realized that this “adventure” as Cosmic Magda had called it was anything but what Magda thought it would be: fun, exotic, novel, and power trip-like.
The truth is that Cosmic-Truth Social was a cesspool of misinformation and vicarious-voyeuristic entertainment for the masses. Sure, it had its merits too, for it had the opportunity for like-minded creatures to get together and forge new relationships as well as served as an important terminal of information for created communities to center sets of similar ideas together into an important focus point.
But Magda spent her first day being trolled relentlessly. Animals pretending to make wishes but then canceling them so she could not make them. And messaging her all manner of privates and public lambastings how “G4ni3s ar3n’t r3al” and how she should “go jump into an orca’s mouth.”
That is to say, that most animals did not know the most interesting thing about Cosmic-Truth Social. That it wasn’t just visited by critters of the forests, and the deserts, and the tundra and sea – that is, those places in the world that had been populated with fiber optics cables.
No, it was also home to the occasional metaphysical entity making its way through the cosmos. One stopping by for a bit of fun and to explore and re-visit the human realm.
It was a day and a half ago when one of those metaphysical entities, a genie named Ronald, hanging out on Cosmic-Truth Social contacted his friend Cosmic Magda and asked her if she knew anyone who could take over their account for a while while they went to go tend to a family emergency. They had built up a following online but did not want to lose their momentum.
The family emergency was that apparently Ronald the Genie’s mother The-Sands-Of-Time had misplaced her reading glasses. And the last time she went looking for them she had taken a small tumble down a flight of dark energy in an unknown part of the universe; and, as you can imagine when The-Sands-Of-Time are shaken too violently the polarities and direction-ness of the universe become reversed.
Time itself becomes frozen, pools of tachyons build up throughout the cosmos to such a degree that the universe changes from its natural-current mode of Expansion to one of Retraction. Ron the Genie was in essence on his way to avoid and preempt a cosmic emergency so his prankster shenanigans on Cosmic-Truth Social had to wait.
“I owe you one, Mags,” Ron commented to Cosmic Magda over the complainings of Magda the Forest Cat: “I don’t wanna go. You can’t make meeee. Meow meow meow.”
Ron looked at Cosmic Magda with a “yikes” face over the melodramatic character of her earthly counterpart.
Magda the Forest Cat of course saw his look and was deeply offended that anyone would not be completely ensorcelled with her beauty and natural grace. She shook her pocket mirror violently that housed – or more accurately displayed – the two cosmic spirits: “I’ll give you cosmic emergency. Meow meow. Take this cosmic earthquake.”
A momentary stop to see if she had done anything, only to shake again. “Reversal, reversal, reversal. Time to be upside down.” More shaking followed to no effect.
Cosmic Magda grew irritated and reached out through the pocket mirror to put her jaws of death in front of Magda the Forest Cat in a pretend bite.
A shiver went down Magda’s spine and up her tail.
“Do I behave like a petulant child in front of your friends?” She asked, retracting herself back into the two-dimensional pocket mirror.
Magda silently glared at them through the mirror.
“She knows this place isn’t real, right? That we are all just layers stacked on top of each. Some interacting, some in isolation. One big sedimentary cake of cosmic-ness and dimensionality. Right?”
Cosmic Magda looked off to the side in slight embarrassment, “She’s not the most spiritual kitten of the litter.”
Magda said nothing and just listened but commented in her head, “only the prettiest, and most smart, and sharpest of talons, and best predatory reflexes.”
Ron the Genie bid them both farewell and dissolved into the Ether.