Sarah ran across the parking lot of Target. Directly behind the Target was a movie theater. She ran around the strip mall, past the movie theater and into a housing development that was under construction.
She checked the green screen on her tracker.
“Yes, it’s HER!” she screamed and pumped her fist with excitement.
She sprinted about 200 yards toward a dumpster the builders had rented the week before, and beheld behind it a large ash tree.
She stopped, got her bearings from her tracker and heaved intently for about fifteen seconds.
She checked her tracker again and walked around the dumpster briskly and there, beneath the ash tree, was Cassandra.
Cassandra glowed with all the color and glory found in Buddhist iconography. She sat upon a dais atop a golden zafu. Her body sparkled with a technology that made her eyes shine with light and radiance that bespoke of sciences and maths way beyond Sarah’s Earth. Cassandra’s breast was bare and her nipples and form were perfect, golden and virtuous.
“So you found me,” said Cassandra in a voice that spoke of the multiverse.
“So, tell me, why did you work so hard to find me across this multiverse of ours?”
“Your friend Phil sent me.”
Cassandra, despite the filter of her dominating enlightenment and transcendence, smiled ever so slightly.
“He told me to ask you two questions. ‘What am I?’ and ‘What is wisdom once I know what I am’?”
Cassandra nodded and spoke.
“That is good because I can only stay in a universe for a few hours before the predators track me down. It’s not easy being me. Once I attained true glory, the Monads suddenly want to take me down for the sake of their respective glories instead of letting me enjoy my own.”
Cassandra tilted her head. She appeared to be listening to the infinite realities she was transcending in real time by her mere existence. Then she looked directly at Sarah.
“Consider this for a week. Consider that what you are is an eternal death that thinks it’s alive sometimes.”
Suddenly before she answered the second question, a portal opened in the heavens.
Descending from the portal was an army of angels dressed in white, carrying swords and trumpets pouring downward toward her dias.
Cassandra looked up at them.
“Oh, you are early I see,” she said calmly. “Give me the tracker sweetie.”
Sarah gave Cassandra the tracker she used to find her.
Cassandra’s glory sparkled and brightened at an accelerated at a frenetic pace. As it reached it’s pinnacle the landscape filled with light that outshone the sun. She looked directly again at Sarah, evoking a sense of liberating awe in Sarah’s heart and said.
“Wisdom is your eternal death enjoying every life it thinks it’s having.”
And then she vanished.