LOPE Explanation (Don't Panic) four.

I have been boozed out of my brains for the past six hours. For good reason. I don't find losing all contact with any and all acquaintances a particularly pleasurable experience!. Never you mind having your body and all the equipment it came with taken away for good. God damn it. Damn them all to hell. I think I hate Equestrians. I'd burn them all into oblivion if the chance made itself presentable. They meddled in thing that ought not to be meddled in. They rubbed salt into an open wound. They kept needless secrets from people who had every right to know. And they screwed with things that are way over their heads. It didn't work the way it was intended. They thought there'd be more people coming back in minutes after vanishing. It was less, far less than they intended. And they were way more sparse than they had predicted. Not to mention randomly selected. The order in which people were coming back was supposed to be discriminate. Wouldn't you know, it was completely indiscriminate. Random as the outcome of a coin toss or a die toss.

I just came out of a lecture by a former police officer who sounded no happier than I was. Yet he didn't sound at all angry, even when he got on a soapbox about it. Then again, he *did* return hours after the fact rather than decades. And he didn't permanently lose everything like most of us did. He got to keep something. Like his brother. Unfortunately, they also said the type of body we end up with is just as random as returning. Identical twins are just as like to end up different specie as a total stranger. No two returnee bodies are ever genetically related. It's all original. Bah!

I hadn't arrived at home. I was on an Amtrak going north to Vancouver BC. Fortunately measures were taken to maintain the way and avoid derailment and more needless casualties. I can only think good thoughts of the wonderful people saving those of us in undesirable circumstances unlike the Equestrians, as they aren't making more suffering in the process. So I believe. I have been robbed of my body and the world is populated only by strangers; no one I met before is anywhere to be seen save those who were on board. If they are correct, this is happening all over the world. I hope not. I sincerely hope not.

He said we have a right to be angry. No kidding we have a right to be angry. There's being a good Samaritan. Then there's being a self righteous bastard. They could have thought of anything else. Telling us and leaving us to own own devices. Putting us down. Letting us conduct mass suicide. Inform us what they were going to do anyway. It's my understanding they didn't have much time, only two years. That's no excuse. In that time anything simpler could have been thought of. They even kept it a secret from those unfortunates who did return in minutes they found, and most of them never saw another sentient being again, we were that sparse. My teeth are so sore right now.

I have been informed that if I focus on this ballpoint pen, it'll stand on end. I don't see it nor believe it. But this Scott Andrew mare has been patient with me, and very understanding. S/he told me about how her neighbor's house collapsed beneath her when s/he was marooned upon the roof when s/he surged and broke everything, scaring the mad canines away. Then inadvertently reconstructed the whole house by merely looking at it and thinking about it from the debris, like it never came down. Damn. I guess s/he's a natural.

I have focused on this here pen and succeeded at little more than giving myself a headache. I could feel the pen, but I could not hold it. S/he offered to come with me to the apartment and watch me practice while giving advice. S/he said I should write my feelings out and it will provide me some comfort. And even get something constructive done. At one point the pen did twitch and jump. That's it. As far as I could see, it was just a normal pen and a normal desk. I held my hand magnet to it, and there is no steel in it. Pure wood. The plastic now has bite marks in it, teeth imprints. I must say, my attempts somewhat worked.

An hour later, the passenger who was next to me told me she had done it. She wrote what I told her for several minutes, but she let me take the rest myself as I wanted to be independently functional. My neck, which is long and swan-like now is aching somewhat, but not badly for it. How did she get this in four days? How did she make it without the booze? How can she stand not having any of her friends or neighbors around, unless she's just consoling me and some of them were on board at the time? She swears she isn't, but I don't feel inclined to believe her. Out of all of us, only she got this moving thing down. She says it gives slight headaches, stings a little, but not for long. You start with ball pens and work your way up. If you start with other things, unless you are Scotty, you'll badly hurt yourself. I'm not sure I'll even get there.

There's this strange wind blowing around us right now, and Scott said to be outside in an hour to demonstrate something else.. What is it this time? I'll find out soon, I guess. I suppose it's to see James' beautiful garden or something like that. It won't impress me. I wonder if he will respond to the name Jessica? That will be a nice way to test if he's lying. Not even the slightest flinch nor pause, he's a liar. Reflexively turning to me regardless of name, I believe it. I'm so glad there's beer here to pour down my throat.
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I had to rub my eyes when I came out later to find Scott's fillies (they confirmed this when I asked them) opened the bedroom door without even touching it, a skill they claim to be far better at and affluent than their dear sweet Scott. Now I envy them. I wish I could do that. It'll be vigorous and back breaking, they say, but it will be worth it. Somehow, I feel strongly inclined to believe them. These children can do it better than an adult mare can, never mind me. As they escorted me outside, that chick from before was there to greet me. I bent my elbow and tilted my head to her and asked what this was about. She stated we needed to see something. We were all breath-taken by the sight of these three fillies raising a plow all together without any obvious help from others. A glowing aura surrounded it matching all three of their eye colors and fed my belief further. Their mom wasn't even looking at it.

When they asked if anyone wanted to try again, I volunteered to step forward and raised my swivel magnet in my teeth. I looked at the tip beneath my nose and saw the silver past the rubber turn orange. Then it went red. Then shot out like a rocket, almost dismembering my tool. My jaw shot open as the thing fell to the ground, but not for long. My companion from before took it with slight difficulty, then explained while holding it that it's true what Scott told us.. The further and heavier the item, the more strenuous the lifting gets. Light and nearby is best to begin with, and she doesn't want to ever do any heavy lifting at all. Did the Equestrians also give us this? Maybe the nubs ain't all that bad, then? Maybe they can be lived with? I'd still have both given the chance. They'd still be nosy. And likely non remorseful.

Our host then told us there were several Equestrians living here on earth, and they mostly are good friends with Earthlings. How? They took away our precious gold. How is that friendship? What is she talking about? Stockholm. They have pissed me and countless others off beyond all measure. If I ever find one, I'll demand they give it back, and if they cannot, I'll blast them to kingdom come!