OMG

Well, it looks like I’ve finally managed to get to Tokyo. It’s not really the way I expected it to happen, unfortunately. There I was just messing around with a particle accelerator I found in a research lab dumpster, connecting it up to an artificial intelligence I made from some Java neural network software and a cluster of Pentium 2s while relaxing with a Ganzfeld apparatus when *bam* there was a flash of light and now here I am in Tokyo!

Fortunately, I was touching my laptop when the wormhole opened and hurled me here. Unfortunately, I don’t know how long the battery will last, I don’t have my wallet or passport and I seem to have attracted the attention of some rather unsavory gothic lolitas with a taste for human flesh.

Aside from those problems, this Tokyo doesn’t seem exactly… right.  I’m beginning to think that it’s not actually ‘our’ Tokyo if that makes any sense.  First, the pleated skirts the school girls are wearing seem improbably short.  Second, they all seem to be on a mission of one kind or another.

For example, one girl suddenly ran into me, knocking me down.  Then she blamed me for running into her!  My Japanese is pretty weak at best but I could tell she was trying to pass the buck on the whole collision thing.  Then, just as suddenly, she grabbed my arm and dragged me behind a sign, insisting that some pastry vendor was after her over a misunderstanding.  She started saying something about dreams from which you can’t awaken and then *poof* she vanished!

Anyway, third, I’m pretty sure that the police in ‘our’ Tokyo don’t stride about, shaking buildings, in forty foot tall robots.  And, fourth, I could be mistaken but I’m almost positive I just witnessed a haggard looking man defend the Earth from invasion by a fleet of alien spacecraft using only the boundless passion he channeled into the playing of a single, inconceivably lovely chord on his Gibson Les Paul guitar.

I have to run for now.  Apparently, there is some crazy old scientist somewhere in Yokohama who knows the secret to open a worm hole back to ‘our’ reality.  The guy who told me about him said something about having to prove my worth, whatever that means.

I’ll do my best to keep in touch… and stay alive.