Prologue: "Pokemon Fever(dream)"
The void is darkness and light. The void is life and death. The void is everything and nothing.
And then the void becomes a single presence, reaching out… I am aware, and the presence knows me.
The presence is an old man. An old man, who is… sleeping?
He awakens with a start, and asks what time it is.
“It’s 4 in the morning,” I reply, somehow knowing this was right.
Memories flood my consciousness, feelings of a life, an identity. Suddenly I can see, the world in front of me, the darkened room we stand in, the old man before me.
Our eyes meet.
“Are you a boy, or a girl?” the old man asks me.
I was a little surprised by the question. It’s not something I’m asked a lot.
“Hey man,” I said, “Maybe questions like that were okay in 2001, but this is a different time, and you can’t just go around labeling everyone like that.”
The old man is breathing heavily, a look of m