Previously on Delfina: to escape the apocalypse, the unnamed protagonist allowed himself to be buried in sephine, and became somewhat translucent. He went with Delfina to the Menai, where they found her trans-reality cruiser, a junkyard Plymouth Satellite. The previous episode is here.
Delfina was in the driver’s seat.
“Do you have a name?”
Apparently, Delfina didn’t know everything.
“My name is unimportant,”
I sighed, “It gives me no pleasure,
and I’ve found no consolation in living.
I serve no purpose in the world,
and I’ve noticed that the Plymouth
has no wheels, for steering
The steering wheel had been removed
by an automotive opportunist.
“You pale streak of misery,
I shall call you Pierrot.
“Now it’s time to begin our journey.
Check in the glove box, please.”
But I had questions.
… “No, there are no spare wheels.”
… “No, there’s no motor.”
… “No, there is no such thing
as a Kryptonian Hyperspace Drive.”
… “No, the Plymouth doesn’t move,
the world does. Check in the glove box.”
The map was a collection of rectangles
tenuously joined along frayed fold lines.
“Let’s visit Dapto, I’ve never been there.
A short trip to get you accustomed.”
Delfina reached under the dashboard,
and pulled out a fuse box
connected to a wiring harness.
When she touched it, alien symbols
glowed in science-fiction blue,
and her fine translucent fingertips
flickered over them.
“Is that Klingon?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Nothing happened, and then something did:
through the Satellite’s pumpkin-vine canopy,
I saw a gum tree moving: Narnia in the Menai.
Since childhood, I have waited for technological amazements, and yes, many have appeared. But some have not been put to correct and ethical use, and others are shallow fakery. One consequence is the climate-change apocalypse.
Artwork created with VEE, the visual evolution engine, from clouds, and a wonderful birdbath photograph kindly provided by @_scosim_ (instagram). Hi-qual version in the garage.