285 WSQ: Women’s Studies Quarterly 47: 3 & 4 (Fall/Winter 2019) © 2019 by Kawika Guillermo. All rights reserved. Dei’s World Kawika Guillermo 1: Canyon I few with my arms out like an airplane, through the corner window of the ancient American White House. Inside, brown-robed monks shouldered boom boxes, their asses releasing frosted wind. “Aren’t we supposed to be learning about Churchill?” I said to Sarah, my meld partner. I spoted her siting on an oscillating chandelier made of peacock feathers. Sarah tilted her sunglasses down, that blaze of black hair whisking in a whirlwind. “So then what happens?” “Ten,” I said, levitating above the dancing monks, “salt water pours in through the windows.” CRSH! Te monks fell like heaps of dirt. Electric sparks few from their stereos. “Te White House is the Titanic,” I said as the entire stone structure tilted. Men in suits poured out screaming. She gave a light chuckle. “You’re vile. Such a travesty, the Titanic.” “So what should I conjure next?” I said with a grin. “Lead the way, Dei.” Sarah smiled when I called her by that name, the name she was not allowed to speak. “Well,” she said, “how about a food! Can you do that?” My mind communicated a new code, speaking the machine’s language, and we levitated together through the roofop and watched the White House foat like abandoned cargo in an endless sea. “Life begins anew,” I said. “Te end of mankind!” —Children. Dei’s body somersaulted in midair laughter. “Killed by their own technology—” —Children!