The spy of love who came to the house of cold

Once upon a time in the land where no one ever told the truth…there was a house where everyone was cold to you.

In the House of Cold

People told bitter truths that were lies by the force of malice. Each sought there to shatter the hearts of the other. An almost impossible…/the lie of an almost infinite order. Bad thing is that they don’t need to be there. It’s all about kicks & status: ‘Put some stagger to your swagger’ — High asf on DMTblooms on the brains of the living deceased, killed in the parlor, by poison talk, in the parlor.

Damn if I weren’t assigned there by CONTROL. An elite time traveling wizard Corp based at the End of Time. Up On Time, there is a small room, and agents are run from there. And alternate assignments can be nasty. Been busy keeping Donald Trump alive, though he was scheduled to die of COVID-19. Cures from the future broached the Blockade, we got enough through for derRump and cronies, sorry suffering world.

So, I am the Spy of Love in the House Of Cold. Having Mastered The Ultimate Lie: To tell the truth so unconvincingly no one ever believes me.

Armored with a SkillSkin and an ol’ factory pumping out initiation pheromones, and enough of my own air for a jump, I go in the House of Cold, just another bitter assignment. Aren’t I retired on some timeline? Why do I always wake up here?