Chapter 32
Eric couldn’t keep himself from running and twirling among the deep green grass. They’d just come from the sub-Antarctic wasteland of the Crozet Islands where they’d been fur seals. Ron had gotten eaten by an Orca for straying into danger for like the twentieth incarnation in a row.
The only thing the Crozets had going for them was that they were the antipodes of Seattle, as far away as he could get from his own thoughts, the exact opposite side of the planet. It wasn’t helping much.
He and Peter had tried asking the Buddhist software for more information. But it didn’t know anything about the progress of the decay of all reality. All it ever responded with were its dorky lessons and its Old West “Bang!” whenever they shed yet another mortal coil.
But this incarnation he cou
