Written 2004-2010
-This book was typeset (troff -ms|lp -dstdout|ps2pdf) in New Century
-Schoolbook by the author, using a Lenovo Thinkpad T61 running the Plan
-9 operating system.
+This book was typeset (troff -ms|lp -dstdout|ps2pdf) in New Century Schoolbook
+by the author, using an IBM Thinkpad T23 running the 4th Edition of the Plan 9
+operating system.
-Reprinted with corrections, September 2011
+Reprinted with corrections, April 2011
1OCT1993
-
1oct1993.com
MASSIVE FICTIONS
-
massivefictions.com
-This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents
-either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used
+This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents
+either are the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This work is released to the public domain.
+
1OCT1993
+
BOOK ONE
+
TAB2, 1960
tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief
-The testing was rigorous but fair. I don’t know if the equipment had
-any real effect, but he started talking just the same.
+The testing was rigorous but fair. I don't know if the equipment
+had any real effect, but he started talking just the same.
-bump bump bump clickity clickity click bump bump bump
+_bump bump bump clickity clickity click bump bump bump_
Little Tommy.
-"Semen the color of old comic book pages, aged plastic, tape residue,
-dipping sauce for crayons that were flattened for a specific age
-group. You know, so they wouldn’t roll awayâ•”the crayons, not the
-age group. Dog piss on the carpet, striped wallpaper, a tray of stale
-flat bread, a portfolio of chalk drawings."
+"Semen the color of old comic book pages, aged plastic, tape
+residue, dipping sauce for crayons that were flattened for a specific
+age group. You know, so they wouldn't roll away -- the crayons, not
+the age group. Dog piss on the carpet, striped wallpaper, a tray of
+stale flat bread, a portfolio of chalk drawings."
"What else do you remember?"
-"The weather. Nothing."
+"The weather. Nothing."
+
+"Let's start over from the beginning."
-"Let’s start over from the beginning."
+Aptitude tests. Memory. So far, things were progressing smoothly. I
+actually choked back a tear. I admit it: I was proud of him.
-Aptitude tests. Memory. So far, things were progressing smoothly. I
-actually choked back a tear. I admit it: I was proud of him.
+"Son, have you figured out what's going on yet?"
-"Son, have you figured out what’s going on yet?"
+"A severed, pierced penis. In a can of Prince Albert pipe tobacco.
+Title: _Not Funny."_
-"A severed, pierced penis. In a can of Prince Albert pipe tobacco.
-Title: Not Funny."
+I wrote _TAB2_ on the inside of his hat and placed it on his head.
-I wrote TAB2 on the inside of his hat and placed it on his head.
+"Let's get the hell out of here."
-"Let’s get the hell out of here."
-Tommy hated the matching outfits. Orange toboggan hat, bomber jacket,
-military galoshes. I had told him to think of it as his uniform. He
-scratched at his buzzcut, dumbly.
+Tommy hated the matching outfits. Orange toboggan hat, bomber
+jacket, military galoshes. I had told him to think of it as his
+uniform. He scratched at his buzzcut, dumbly.
I hoisted him into his car seat.
-Winter had struck while the other boys were studying. Permafrost,
-monochrome landscape. I had Tommy out and about in the elements every
-day; we covered four miles, on average, pacing the farmer’s market
-near headquarters. He was already beating up on the older boys in the
+Winter had struck while the other boys were studying. Permafrost,
+monochrome landscape. I had Tommy out and about in the elements every
+day; we covered four miles, on average, pacing the farmer's market
+near headquarters. He was already beating up on the older boys in the
class ahead of him.
Or so I had forecast, when I set him on this routine.
-Reality didn’t quite track. Tommy wasn’t meeting his PT requirements.
-I began scrubbing his face with an abrasive washcloth and doubled his
-training hours.
+Reality didn't quite track. Tommy wasn't meeting his PT
+requirements. I began scrubbing his face with an abrasive washcloth
+and doubled his training hours.
"Father, who do I have to blow around here to get a time sheet?"
-"You’ll be done when I say you’re done."
+"You'll be done when I say you're done."
-The kid’s mother.
+
+The kid's mother.
I cleared my cache and ducked into a flower shop, dragging Tommy
-behind me. He planted himself on the floor and booted up a comic
-book. I should never have bought him that thing.
+behind me. He planted himself on the floor and booted up a comic book.
+I should never have bought him that thing.
"The usual?"
We came in here at least twice a week.
-"Affirmative. Red."
+"Affirmative. Red."
I jammed the bundle of roses under my arm and yanked Tommy along to
-the truck. I thought he might have voiced a slight whimper, but I
-couldn’t be sure so I ignored it.
+the truck. I thought he might have voiced a slight whimper, but I
+couldn't be sure so I ignored it.
-The mesh was offline in the truck. I punched the dashboard and Tommy
-let out a laugh. Finally, the HUD activated and we peeled out of the
-parking lot.
+The mesh was offline in the truck. I punched the dashboard and
+Tommy let out a laugh. Finally, the HUD activated and we peeled out of
+the parking lot.
I was thirty-three years old.
So far, 1960 was diminishing returns.
+
CU/FARLEY
tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief
-1 October 1960 I loaded Tommy into the truck and took him to work with
-me.
+1 October 1960 I loaded Tommy into the truck and took him to work
+with me.
-The boy perked up at the sight of the two-story displays. A damn
+The boy perked up at the sight of the two-story displays. A damn
sight better than the consumer grade equipment his mother used to
-review her nude home shows. We had a spare terminal so I logged him
-in with basic access and let him handle analysis on some of the
-non-essential traffic. No one would mind. With his orange cap he
+review her nude home shows. We had a spare terminal so I logged him in
+with basic access and let him handle analysis on some of the
+non-essential traffic. No one would mind. With his orange cap he
almost fit in.
-Perturbations in the mesh. We were bringing a new series of embassy
-clouds online and things were not going smoothly. I was asked to
+Perturbations in the mesh. We were bringing a new series of embassy
+clouds online and things were not going smoothly. I was asked to
supervise a side-switch.
At 07:30 Tommy spoke up, something about overlap.
-"Pop, we’ve got incoming."
+"Pop, we've got incoming."
-Three embassies were competing for the same channel. Ping errors were
-filling up the logs. I asked Tommy if he had a solution.
+Three embassies were competing for the same channel. Ping errors
+were filling up the logs. I asked Tommy if he had a solution.
"Subnet them."
Chief gave Tommy a lollipop.
-Tommy liked the snow but touching his hand to it produced tears. I
+
+Tommy liked the snow but touching his hand to it produced tears. I
growled at him a bit.
-I gassed up the truck and we cut across town back to the hovel. We
-had opened a new file on Tommy. CU/FARLEY would follow him for the
-rest of his life. He’d shown aptitude. All of that testing wasn’t a
-waste after all. His mother would grumble but his interest was clear,
-honest. We assigned him TAB2 and that was that.
+I gassed up the truck and we cut across town back to the hovel. We
+had opened a new file on Tommy. CU/FARLEY would follow him for the
+rest of his life. He'd shown aptitude. All of that testing wasn't a
+waste after all. His mother would grumble but his interest was clear,
+honest. We assigned him TAB2 and that was that.
-Inside the house I prepared a plate of sandwiches and pickles and we
-settled in to monitor the logs. Again Tommy showed initiative and
-reorganized his own desktop for efficiency. I dozed off for a while
-and when I came to he’d routed the embassy logs through his login. He
+Inside the house I prepared a plate of sandwiches and pickles and
+we settled in to monitor the logs. Again Tommy showed initiative and
+reorganized his own desktop for efficiency. I dozed off for a while
+and when I came to he'd routed the embassy logs through his login. He
picked out some trouble spots and saved the boys back at HQ a few
-hours of grief. I considered pulling him out of school for a few
-months until the embassies were all up and running. Heh, not likely,
-not with his mother.
+hours of grief. I considered pulling him out of school for a few
+months until the embassies were all up and running. Heh, not likely,
+not with _his_ mother.
-Flipped on the telescreen. Presidential election. Iran.
+Flipped on the telescreen. Presidential election. Iran.
-Can’t escape it. Switched off the telescreen and back to Tommy’s
-progress, trawling the logs. I showed him how to clean up a few
+Can't escape it. Switched off the telescreen and back to Tommy's
+progress, trawling the logs. I showed him how to clean up a few
streams and within a few minutes he was giving me advice on my own
-data structures. I wondered how long this could hold his attention.
+data structures. I wondered how long this could hold his attention.
+
+At 10:25 a page came over the wire, calling me back to HQ. I
+strapped Tommy into his seat and we were on our way.
-At 10:25 a page came over the wire, calling me back to HQ. I strapped
-Tommy into his seat and we were on our way.
The truck spun through the slush and we got hung up in the parking
-lot. I left the vehicle and trudged towards the building with Tommy
-in tow; housekeeping would dig out the truck as time permitted.
+lot. I left the vehicle and trudged towards the building with Tommy in
+tow; housekeeping would dig out the truck as time permitted.
We made it up the stairs and Chief stopped us before we got to our
-terminals. CU/FARLEY was already twenty pages thick. They had
-decided to call in their investment early. I slicked down Tommy’s
-eyebrows with my thumb and handed him over.
-
-My son and I locked eyes. Tommy full of comprehension.
+terminals. CU/FARLEY was already twenty pages thick. They had decided
+to call in their investment early. I slicked down Tommy's eyebrows
+with my thumb and handed him over.
-He reached up to his head and removed his orange toboggan. He glanced
-at the name I’d scrawled inside it, TAB2, and then passed it over to
-me, his three-year-old arms not quite bridging the gap between us.
+My son and I locked eyes. Tommy full of comprehension.
-I nodded. I understood.
+He reached up to his head and removed his orange toboggan. He
+glanced at the name I'd scrawled inside it, _TAB2,_ and then passed it
+over to me, his three-year-old arms not quite bridging the gap between
+us.
-TOWARDS MYTHOLOGIZING
+I nodded. I understood.
-THE COMING RESURGENCE
-OF COVERT WARFARE
+TOWARDS MYTHOLOGIZING THE COMING RESURGENCE OF COVERT WARFARE
tags: 1961, coordinator_rex, tab1, tab2
(Office of Origin: BT/FUCK)
-Son, you said you wanted to know what I do all day at my job. That
-is, since we’ve been separated and you’ve been off at school. To that
-end, I’ve written up this account based on notes I took sometime last
-week. I traveled from New York to New San Francisco to take part in
+Son, you said you wanted to know what I do all day at my job. That
+is, since we've been separated and you've been off at school. To that
+end, I've written up this account based on notes I took sometime last
+week. I traveled from New York to New San Francisco to take part in
one of the operations assigned to my group.
Here is my description of what took place.
-Faint smoke wafted out of nearby chimneys. Awkward-looking clouds
+Faint smoke wafted out of nearby chimneys. Awkward-looking clouds
clung to the sky, a gross of cotton balls scattered at random, then
-glued down carelessly onto an enormous blue shirt. I observed the
-aerial tableaux through a crack in the curtains. My hotel room was
+glued down carelessly onto an enormous blue shirt. I observed the
+aerial tableaux through a crack in the curtains. My hotel room was
cold.
-Shifting focus, I came to notice the ground directly below my window.
-It offered up only the faintest suggestion of tangibility. Its
+Shifting focus, I came to notice the ground directly below my
+window. It offered up only the faintest suggestion of tangibility. Its
contours were blunted by yet another layer of new fallen snow.
Bemused, I traced the deceptive topology at high resolution, scanning
the area for markers before proceeding to vacate for the last time.
-I made my way out onto the balcony. Even as my room’s heavy wooden
+I made my way out onto the balcony. Even as my room's heavy wooden
door clicked shut behind me, I instinctively checked my pocket for the
plastic key card.
It was present.
-Coat tucked and breath stale, I tunneled through the mounting drifts,
-trudging towards the front office. I swiped my key card and slipped
-inside. The night clerk had dozed off, abandoning the assortment of
-RAP CHOWDER clips he had pulled up on his terminal. He was probably
-inebriated. Stealthily, I snuck past him.
+Coat tucked and breath stale, I tunneled through the mounting
+drifts, trudging towards the front office. I swiped my key card and
+slipped inside. The night clerk had dozed off, abandoning the
+assortment of RAP CHOWDER clips he had pulled up on his terminal. He
+was probably inebriated. Stealthily, I snuck past him.
Moving down the hall, I edged past a throng of blinking, chattering
-vending machines. My trench coat trailed along behind me, probably, I
-thought, getting dirty. I bustled once more into the laundry room,
+vending machines. My trench coat trailed along behind me, probably, I
+thought, getting dirty. I bustled once more into the laundry room,
tossed my knapsack down on a table and placed my hat on the dryer.
Laundry was done.
After stowing my garments, I dropped my room card on the front desk
-and called for a taxi. Yawning, I leaned up against a support column
+and called for a taxi. Yawning, I leaned up against a support column
and strained to hear the closing salvos of the RAP CHOWDER season
-finale. It seemed I had not alerted the night clerk to my presence.
+finale. It seemed I had not alerted the night clerk to my presence.
That suited the situation fine, as my taxi would not show up for some
time and I was in no mood for small talk.
-An hour later I detected the heat signature of a car engine and then
-the slush of tires racing through black snow. It was my ride.
+An hour later I detected the heat signature of a car engine and
+then the slush of tires racing through black snow. It was my ride.
-The taxi driver wasted no time and engaged his car horn, initiating a
-blast of sharp, targeted audio. Modus operandi endemic to the
+The taxi driver wasted no time and engaged his car horn, initiating
+a blast of sharp, targeted audio. _Modus operandi_ endemic to the
American service industry: never in a hundred consecutive life
sentences would he have thought to come into the hotel and fetch me.
Remind me sometime to tell you about Hanoi, and the driver who
actually did.
-I tossed my knapsack over my shoulder and hopped into the cab. The
+I tossed my knapsack over my shoulder and hopped into the cab. The
driver was a tough looking Arab, equipped with the usual rough shaven
-beard and a giant, furry parka. He had a three-dollar cigar clenched
-tightly between his brown teeth. As he spun the orange cab out of a
+beard and a giant, furry parka. He had a three-dollar cigar clenched
+tightly between his brown teeth. As he spun the orange cab out of a
snow bank, I leaned back into my seat with a sense of detached
-curiosity. The Motel 6’s automation was apparently inoperable; I
-checked my balance and discovered that I hadn’t even tipped the desk
+curiosity. The Motel 6's automation was apparently inoperable; I
+checked my balance and discovered that I hadn't even tipped the desk
clerk on my way out.
The driver propelled us across the bridge and on to JFK, where
-eventually he halted the cab and told me to get out. I tossed him a
+eventually he halted the cab and told me to get out. I tossed him a
single hundred dollar bill and he affected only the slightest nod
-towards the meter. I didn’t budge, so he gave me the finger, then
-sped off into the freezing smog. I had to laugh.
+towards the meter. I didn't budge, so he gave me the finger, then sped
+off into the freezing smog. I had to laugh.
Soon, I was aboard my plane.
-Floating safely above America, I rang for my stewardess. She brought
-out some coffee and loaded it up with a fair amount of cream.
+
+Floating safely above America, I rang for my stewardess. She
+brought out some coffee and loaded it up with a fair amount of cream.
Somewhere over St. Louis, I was enjoying a fifty-dollar cup of
-Folger’s Crystals. Unlike most passengers, I didn’t fall for their
-upselling to a more rarefied blendâ•”I know from bitter experience
+Folger's Crystals. Unlike most passengers, I didn't fall for their
+upselling to a more rarefied blend -- I know from bitter experience
that no matter what you order, on a government airplane you end up
-drinking the same cup of coffee. It still befuddles me that no one
-ever seems to notice this. Menus are nothing more than a racket they
-try to put over on unsuspecting consumers. What you actually get is
-whatever they have too much of on a given day. Anyway, a cup of
-coffee is a cup of coffee.
-
-Finally, we approached New San Francisco. Tires screeched across the
-runway. Air pressure in the cabin shifted to sea level. Presently, a
-voice came over the intercom, announcing our impending arrival. I
+drinking the same cup of coffee. It still befuddles me that no one
+ever seems to notice this. Menus are nothing more than a racket they
+try to put over on unsuspecting consumers. What you actually get is
+whatever they have too much of on a given day. Anyway, a cup of coffee
+is a cup of coffee.
+
+Finally, we approached New San Francisco. Tires screeched across
+the runway. Air pressure in the cabin shifted to sea level. Presently,
+a voice came over the intercom, announcing our impending arrival. I
gazed at the surface of my leaf, pretending to read a newspaper
-article. Shrewdly, I had opted not to activate the pay-device.
+article. Shrewdly, I had opted not to activate the pay-device.
"At the tone, all passengers will unbuckle their seat-belts and
disembark in an orderly fashion."
"Once again, thank you for flying Federal Airlines."
-"Like we had a choice," came a muffled retort from several rows back.
+"Like we had a choice," came a muffled retort from several rows
+back.
-A number of heads from various sections of the plane snapped around to
-face the speaker, all of them in perfect synchronization.
+A number of heads from various sections of the plane snapped around
+to face the speaker, all of them in perfect synchronization.
Immediately, I ascertained which of my fellow passengers were Air
Marshals.
I returned my leaf to the seat-back in front of me, then reached up
-into the compartment above my head to withdraw my bags. Nothing
-seemed to be missing.
-
-Exiting the plane, I was forced to elbow a few tourists out of my way.
-Nothing too unusual; a young Pioneer Scout had nearly caused me to
-trip and fall. Children were everywhere in coach, clogging up the
-isles with their sluggish movements. This would not have been a
-problem if I’d taken a seat in first class, where children are
+into the compartment above my head to withdraw my bags. Nothing seemed
+to be missing.
+
+Exiting the plane, I was forced to elbow a few tourists out of my
+way. Nothing too unusual; a young Pioneer Scout had nearly caused me
+to trip and fall. Children were everywhere in coach, clogging up the
+isles with their sluggish movements. This would not have been a
+problem if I'd taken a seat in first class, where children are
generally forbidden, but such an expenditure would have raised flags
with the wrong people, and on this flight I was concerned with keeping
-thingsâ•”as far as those wrong people were concerned, anywayâ•”quiet.
-Friendly shoving had become commonplace during the average disembark,
-and so my excess physicality went unnoticed.
+things -- as far as those wrong people were concerned, anyway --
+quiet. Friendly shoving had become commonplace during the average
+disembark, and so my excess physicality went unnoticed.
-On the way into the terminal I passed through a metal detector. My
+On the way into the terminal I passed through a metal detector. My
sidearm triggered a shrill cacophony, followed by an array of hastily
-drawn weapons. I flashed my TSA card discreetly, at waist level, and
-got through the checkpoint without much hassle. As you know, with my
-credentials I am authorized to carry a concealed firearm. I can
+drawn weapons. I flashed my TSA card discreetly, at waist level, and
+got through the checkpoint without much hassle. As you know, with my
+credentials I am authorized to carry a concealed firearm. I can
activate its logging processes mid-flight, or even pull it out and
-wave it around if I so desire. In this way it would have been trivial
+wave it around if I so desire. In this way it would have been trivial
for me to clear a path through the crowd by sending everyone diving to
-the floor. I don’t need to tell you that I restrained myself. Even
+the floor. I don't need to tell you that I restrained myself. Even
with non-networked weaponry such as my own, flashing a gun would have
attracted attention from the mesh.
-I wandered into a nearby pay-zone and called for another cab. My
-long-range implant was by now producing only blips and bleeps. For
+I wandered into a nearby pay-zone and called for another cab. My
+long-range implant was by now producing only blips and bleeps. For
some reason, disabled.
My experience with that last cab driver in New York had put me on
-edge. I recalled now that when I climbed into his vehicle he had
+edge. I recalled now that when I climbed into his vehicle he had
shifted his eyes instantly to my left earlobe, pausing for a bit
-longer than I would have liked. He was careful, also, to look me up
-and down several times, tracing all of the obvious marker points. I
-noticed even though he had really been quite subtle about it. To my
+longer than I would have liked. He was careful, also, to look me up
+and down several times, tracing all of the obvious marker points. I
+noticed even though he had really been quite subtle about it. To my
mind, this was uncommon and suspicious behavior for a New York cab
-driver. I found myself considering the implications. Something might
-be going on with the cabbie unions here in the States. Warily, I
+driver. I found myself considering the implications. Something might
+be going on with the cabbie unions here in the States. Warily, I
loaded my Colt and stuffed it into the cargo pocket of my trousers.
When my taxi finally arrived I slid into the back seat and gave the
-driver a once-over of my own. Ditto. The same type as in New York.
-An immigrant. Although this fellow, rather than expose his bushy
-eyebrows and lice-infested hair to the world, sported a grey taxi cap
-with a dark, translucent visor. He was chomping a duty-free cigar
-(unlit) and taking sips from a can of Stro’s Light. From the looks of
-him, a Russian educated Paki.
+driver a once-over of my own. Ditto. The same type as in New York. An
+immigrant. Although this fellow, rather than expose his bushy eyebrows
+and lice-infested hair to the world, sported a grey taxi cap with a
+dark, translucent visor. He was chomping a duty-free cigar (unlit) and
+taking sips from a can of Stro's Light. From the looks of him, a
+Russian educated Paki.
Before shifting the car into gear, the cabbie pivoted around in his
-torn seat. With no small effort, he stuck out his free hand, then
-moved his eyes back to me. Sensing the inherent purpose of the
+torn seat. With no small effort, he stuck out his free hand, then
+moved his eyes back to me. Sensing the inherent purpose of the
gesture, I pushed a fifty towards him, extending it just far enough to
catch in the tips of his fat fingers, then settled the rest of the way
-back into my seat. The driver remained motionless, silent. His seat
+back into my seat. The driver remained motionless, silent. His seat
creaked under the weight of his body.
-"Take me to the Embassy," I growled as harshly as I could muster,"And
-put some stank on it. I have an appointment to keep."
+"Take me to the Embassy," I growled as harshly as I could muster,
+"And put some stank on it. I have an appointment to keep."
-With a squeal of tires and a strangled burst of exhaust smoke, we were
-off.
+With a squeal of tires and a strangled burst of exhaust smoke, we
+were off.
-After a short interval we careened to a stop in front of the Embassy.
-I evacuated the back seat and leaned into the taxi’s front window,
-glaring at the driver, adopting an aggressive posture. In response,
-the Paki clenched my collar into his fist and pulled me in even
-closer. It seemed he wanted to share a few words.
+After a short interval we careened to a stop in front of the
+Embassy. I evacuated the back seat and leaned into the taxi's front
+window, glaring at the driver, adopting an aggressive posture. In
+response, the Paki clenched my collar into his fist and pulled me in
+even closer. It seemed he wanted to share a few words.
About time.
-"Meter say five hundred and fifty, stupid fart."
+"Meter say _five hundred_ and fifty, stupid fart."
He spit out his cigar, which came to rest lightly on the floor.
My cue.
-I rammed the barrel of my Colt into his throat. He recoiled against
-the seat with a muffled thud, spilling beer all over his lap. I then
+I rammed the barrel of my Colt into his throat. He recoiled against
+the seat with a muffled thud, spilling beer all over his lap. I then
gripped him by the hair and smashed his head into the dashboard,
smirking bemusedly because his forehead had just taken out the meter,
-and because his pants were now soaking wet as if he’d burst his
-bladder. He fumbled groggily in his seat and steered his cab the hell
-out of there. I wouldn’t have believed it, but the cabbie trade had
-actually grown more belligerent in my absence. As a corollary, I’d
-just saved the government five hundred bucks. You have to stay sharp
+and because his pants were now soaking wet as if he'd burst his
+bladder. He fumbled groggily in his seat and steered his cab the hell
+out of there. I wouldn't have believed it, but the cabbie trade had
+actually grown more belligerent in my absence. As a corollary, I'd
+just saved the government five hundred bucks. You have to stay sharp
on the basics.
-I stomped up the stairs of the Embassy and kicked open the door, which
-hadn’t been latched to begin with. Gradually, I got myself into
+
+I stomped up the stairs of the Embassy and kicked open the door,
+which hadn't been latched to begin with. Gradually, I got myself into
character.
-The place was fossilized as ever. All of the antiques, artifacts and
-arch-politicos were still glued into place, practically inert. The
+The place was fossilized as ever. All of the antiques, artifacts
+and arch-politicos were still glued into place, practically inert. The
room was artificially quiet, which also conformed to my mental
-inventory from previous visits. All right then, noise-cancelers were
-still being employed. What was new, here, was that the place had
-apparently been outfitted as a nano-blank zone. I wondered why.
+inventory from previous visits. All right then, noise-cancelers were
+still being employed. What was new, here, was that the place had
+apparently been outfitted as a nano-blank zone. I wondered why.
Good thing I had thought to pack my Colt and not bothered with the
network weaponry.
-Without warning, a butler sidled up to me, whispering that he wanted
-to take my coat. I kicked him out of the way. He tumbled into a
-chair, looking dumb. I decided to ham it up in my new role and barked
-at him that I hated being touched by the help. He muttered something
+Without warning, a butler sidled up to me, whispering that he
+wanted to take my coat. I kicked him out of the way. He tumbled into a
+chair, looking dumb. I decided to ham it up in my new role and barked
+at him that I hated being touched by the help. He muttered something
and I made a show of ignoring him as I pushed on into the long central
corridor.
-Quickly locating the correct cube cluster, I burst into the
-Coordinator’s office and dropped down onto his horsehair sofa. His
+ Quickly locating the correct cube cluster, I burst into the
+Coordinator's office and dropped down onto his horsehair sofa. His
eyes moved to meet with my own and then just as casually returned to
-his pressure screen. I remained silent. After a few minutes passed,
-he realized that it would be up to him to initiate the conversation.
-
-"I’m sure you are aware," he finally said, agitated but monotone in
-his murmur,"That this sudden reappearance of yours will make certain
-impending maneuvers more... awkward... for my department. I will
-have to make up another acceptable room for you here in the embassy,
-and re-issue your cash and supply requisitions." He wiped his
-forehead, the pitch of his voice lowering steadily as he continued to
-speak, resembling nothing so much as the air being let out of a
-bicycle tire. "I’ll also have to find a way to pay for all of this,
-since you are still officially off of my books."
-
-Well, that didn’t seem like much of an obstacle to me. I was a
-diplomat and this was his embassy. I was sure he could come up with
-something. Run the standard algorithm of embassy lawyers, numerous
+his pressure screen. I remained silent. After a few minutes passed, he
+realized that it would be up to him to initiate the conversation.
+
+"I'm sure you are aware," he finally said, agitated but monotone in
+his murmur, "That this sudden reappearance of yours will make certain
+impending maneuvers more... _awkward..._ for my department. I will have
+to make up another acceptable room for you here in the embassy, and
+re-issue your cash and supply requisitions." He wiped his forehead,
+the pitch of his voice lowering steadily as he continued to speak,
+resembling nothing so much as the air being let out of a bicycle tire.
+"I'll also have to find a way to pay for all of this, since you are
+still officially off of my books."
+
+Well, that didn't seem like much of an obstacle to me. I was a
+diplomat and this was his embassy. I was sure he could come up with
+something. Run the standard algorithm of embassy lawyers, numerous
layers of complex accounting, and a few million dollars out of the
-discretionary fund. Throw in a gaggle of highly trained Georgian
-prostitutes and no one would ever be the wiser. This was, after all,
+discretionary fund. Throw in a gaggle of highly trained Georgian
+prostitutes and no one would ever be the wiser. This was, after all,
his area of expertise.
-Why not just write it up as a series of business lunches, I thought to
-myself.
+_Why not just write it up as a series of business lunches,_ I
+thought to myself.
-But I chose not to say any of that out loud. Instead, I sat
-motionless, staring, thinking about Iran and 1959, wondering why I’d
-bothered to haul his perforated ass back home with me. He must have
+But I chose not to say any of that out loud. Instead, I sat
+motionless, staring, thinking about Iran and 1959, wondering why I'd
+bothered to haul his perforated ass back home with me. He must have
guessed what I was flashing on, because he quickly dropped the
pretense of busting my balls and cut straight to the conclusion of his
-prepared speech. He hated going through the motions as much as I did.
+prepared speech. He hated going through the motions as much as I did.
-"Okay. I give in," he mouthed, the vitriol now suspiciously absent
-from his voice. He had put up his token resistance, which for the
-purposes of budgetary documentation would have to suffice. He tossed
+"Okay. I give in," he mouthed, the vitriol now suspiciously absent
+from his voice. He had put up his token resistance, which for the
+purposes of budgetary documentation would have to suffice. He tossed
me my pass and all of the needed cards, already made out and
-validated, packed into a large manila envelope. He held it out with
+validated, packed into a large manila envelope. He held it out with
one hand, not looking away from whatever it was he was scribbling,
-somewhat erratically, into his leaf. I had never known he was
+somewhat erratically, into his leaf. I had never known he was
ambidextrous.
-"Tom," he said to me as I left the room,"Let’s not botch this up, not
-like the last time I had to rely on you. You know what I’m talking
+"Tom," he said to me as I left the room, "Let's not botch this up,
+not like the last time I had to rely on you. You know what I'm talking
about."
The wisecrack was wholly unnecessary.
-I halted. I wanted to launch into him, but quickly reversed myself
+I halted. I wanted to launch into him, but quickly reversed myself
and resolved to just let him have his insults.
-Son, at this point the man is little more than a torso. His titanium
-legs are encased in medical plastic, but that hardly represents a
-cosmetic improvement. Below the elbows, his arms are tracked with
-skin grafts, and must be covered up by shirtsleeves even in summer.
-True, the substrate now conceals more firepower than I could ever hope
-to lift with my merely human-gauge limbs, but technically he was
-correct. During the war, I’d botched the rescue attempt that had made
-all of his"improvements" necessary. After all, he’d still possessed
-both of his legs when we were dispatched to Tehran. For this, I do
-carry some measure of responsibility.
-
-Turning again, I looked down at the manila envelope and said nothing.
-I closed his office door gently on my way out.
-
-As I hoofed it down the south corridor, I fished through my envelope
-of cards, digging out the one that would open my room. It stated:
-Room 1097, Tenth Floor, Second Hall. I pocketed the room key and made
-my way toward the central security elevator, arriving just in time to
-glimpse the doors snapping shut.
+Son, at this point the man is little more than a torso. His
+titanium legs are encased in medical plastic, but that hardly
+represents a cosmetic improvement. Below the elbows, his arms are
+tracked with skin grafts, and must be covered up by shirtsleeves even
+in summer. True, the substrate now conceals more firepower than I
+could ever hope to lift with my merely human-gauge limbs, but
+technically he was correct. During the war, I'd botched the rescue
+attempt that had made all of his "improvements" necessary. After all,
+he'd still possessed both of his legs when we were dispatched to
+Tehran. For this, I do carry some measure of responsibility.
+
+Turning again, I looked down at the manila envelope and said
+nothing. I closed his office door gently on my way out.
+
+
+As I hoofed it down the south corridor, I fished through my
+envelope of cards, digging out the one that would open my room. It
+stated: Room 1097, Tenth Floor, Second Hall. I pocketed the room key
+and made my way toward the central security elevator, arriving just in
+time to glimpse the doors snapping shut.
I located the stairwell.
-With little effort I advanced to the tenth floor. Swiping my key
+With little effort I advanced to the tenth floor. Swiping my key
card, I pushed the security door open and proceeded into the hallway.
-As I reached the door of my actual room, I fished out the card again
-and shoved it into its slot. The whole door frame quivered as I
-ambled inside. This place was antique, but I didn’t mind the clumsy
+As I reached the door of my actual room, I fished out the card
+again and shoved it into its slot. The whole door frame quivered as I
+ambled inside. This place was antique, but I didn't mind the clumsy
old mechanisms, in spite of what my diplomatic status might have
-entitled me to. I wouldn’t end up using all of that new equipment
+entitled me to. I wouldn't end up using all of that new equipment
anyway.
I suppose the room itself was quite impressive, by conventional
-standards. A hot tub was situated, or sunk into, really, the middle
-of the floor, equipped with its own bar. The carpet was some sort of
-deep white pile. I don’t know, but it looked expensive. Cathedral
-windows with variable display angles. Universal remote. The
-furniture was a posh mixture of vintage and the very latest in network
-enabled. I waved my hand in front of the couch and seats around the
-room reconfigured themselves to my pre-loaded, custom contour. A few
-more gestures and my temperature/humidity preferences were transferred
-to the local mesh.
-
-I have not devoted much of my attention over the years to the ins and
-outs of fully-integrated interior design, but I can tell you that this
-wasn’t the work of amateurs. I wasn’t able to locate a single bug.
-Good for them. There’s no telling what kind of footage this room has
-been able to capture, during the periods between wars when it has been
-used to house foreign dignitaries.
-
-I’m afraid my reputation preceded me here and I did not expect many
+standards. A hot tub was situated, or sunk into, really, the middle of
+the floor, equipped with its own bar. The carpet was some sort of deep
+white pile. I don't know, but it looked expensive. Cathedral windows
+with variable display angles. Universal remote. The furniture was a
+posh mixture of vintage and the very latest in network enabled. I
+waved my hand in front of the couch and seats around the room
+reconfigured themselves to my pre-loaded, custom contour. A few more
+gestures and my temperature/humidity preferences were transferred to
+the local mesh.
+
+I have not devoted much of my attention over the years to the ins
+and outs of fully-integrated interior design, but I can tell you that
+this wasn't the work of amateurs. I wasn't able to locate a single
+bug. Good for them. There's no telling what kind of footage this room
+has been able to capture, during the periods between wars when it has
+been used to house foreign dignitaries.
+
+I'm afraid my reputation preceded me here and I did not expect many
frivolous trifles, but, still, a few of the line items from my
-standard rider were missingâ•”and remain missing, above my
-complaintsâ•”which continues to annoy.
+standard rider were missing -- and remain missing, above my complaints
+-- which continues to annoy.
-Well, that’s about all I have time for right now. I have quite a bit
-of work to do before I can turn in for the night. You know I’m not
+Well, that's about all I have time for right now. I have quite a
+bit of work to do before I can turn in for the night. You know I'm not
much of a writer, but I hope this has given you some idea of what an
average day of mine is like here at the embassy.
Hope to see you soon.
+
ADVANCE
tags: 1963, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief, violet
-All told, it was three years until I saw him again. Draped in
+All told, it was three years until I saw him again. Draped in
something reflective, outfitted for stresspants.
He appraised me, amused.
-"I don’t suppose you objected too strenuously, when they told you what
-it was they planned to do to me."
+"I don't suppose you objected too strenuously, when they told you
+what it was they planned to do to me."
-Six years old. Circumcised. Ready to start public school.
+Six years old. Circumcised. Ready to start public school.
-"Son, I’ve been doing my best to provide for your future. You’re
+"Son, I've been doing my best to provide for your future. You're
getting the best education tax dollars can buy."
-"Prove it, Dad. They cut off my stick."
+"Prove it, Dad. They cut off my _stick."_
By 1963, the war had started.
-"They didn’t cut it off. They’ve trimmed back the excess skin.
-Hygienic benefits. Read up on your New Jack Testament. It’s part of
+"They didn't cut it off. They've trimmed back the excess skin.
+Hygienic benefits. Read up on your New Jack Testament. It's part of
the package."
-I’ll admit, the family tended to shunt Tommy aside. We had shelled
+I'll admit, the family tended to shunt Tommy aside. We had shelled
into advanced operations and were channeling most of our attention to
-the tactical situation above ground. Probably some things slipped by
+the tactical situation above ground. Probably some things slipped by
unnoticed.
"Nobody ever asked what I wanted."
-Maybe I should have sent him back to his mother. He seemed more
+Maybe I should have sent him back to his mother. He seemed more
attuned to her.
-"Irrelevant. You’re not old enough to have an opinion on this. Here,
-hop on up here. Help me parse these filter rules. We have incoming."
+"Irrelevant. You're not old enough to have an opinion on this.
+Here, hop on up here. Help me parse these filter rules. We have
+incoming."
+
"You old fuss budget!"
My daughter.
-"Why don’t you give him a break. He’s been studying all summer."
+"Why don't you give him a break. He's been studying all summer."
-"This wasn’t strictly my decision, Violet."
+"This wasn't strictly my decision, Violet."
-"Lies! You’re the ranking officer now."
+"Lies! You're the ranking officer now."
-"He’s going to learn a lot more by observing us here than he would
-diddling with you and your mother back at home. Praying. Whatever it
+"He's going to learn a lot more by observing us here than he would
+diddling with you and your mother back at home. Praying. Whatever it
is you do."
-"You’re wearing him out."
+"You're wearing him out."
+
+"It's part of the training. He'll endure."
-"It’s part of the training. He’ll endure."
-"Well, gee. I would advise that you get yourself a good lawyer.
-Tommy’s peer group is quite litigious. See you never."
+"Well, gee. I would advise that you get yourself a good lawyer.
+Tommy's peer group is quite litigious. See you never."
Violet slammed a lot of doors, that year.
+
The dream was this:
-My wife, my sister and Violet wandering through HQ. Someone I don’t
+My wife, my sister and Violet wandering through HQ. Someone I don't
remember from high school walking up and smearing grease paint on my
-face, saying"Don’t you remember me?"
+face, saying "Don't you remember me?"
-My wife, my sister and Violet walking through someone’s house as a
-shortcut. The women stop to pick through the occupants’ belongings.
-I advise them not to continue but they’ve become unresponsive. The
+My wife, my sister and Violet walking through someone's house as a
+shortcut. The women stop to pick through the occupants' belongings. I
+advise them not to continue but they've become unresponsive. The
occupants of the hovel wake up and sound the alert for their extended
family, who appear from out of nowhere and accost us.
-Hometown Security arrives with shock troops and we are all separated
-and detained. I am interrogated by Jeff from CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM.
+Hometown Security arrives with shock troops and we are all
+separated and detained. I am interrogated by Jeff from _CURB YOUR
+ENTHUSIASM._
+
By 1963 I had quit smoking, but still I made routine trips to the
-balcony to clear my head and to stare at the snow. There’s no telling
-what my handlers thought of this. Ten below zero and there I was, out
+balcony to clear my head and to stare at the snow. There's no telling
+what my handlers thought of this. Ten below zero and there I was, out
there in my shirtsleeves.
-Well, fuck ’em.
+Well, fuck 'em.
-I was close. Ten more months and the agency would have recouped on my
-advance. Then I could start in on the mortgage. Savings. Things
+I was close. Ten more months and the agency would have recouped on
+my advance. Then I could start in on the mortgage. Savings. Things
would start to look up.
Mostly.
-Tommy was still a worry. Soon they’d want to draft him.
+Tommy was still a worry. Soon they'd want to draft him.
+
+I wasn't sure he was ready.
-I wasn’t sure he was ready.
MEN OF VISION
tags: 1963, margaret, plinth_mold, tab1, tab2, william
The bombs are still falling when they outfit me with this stupid,
-spamming hat and instruct me to cart around young cousin William, the
+spamming _hat_ and instruct me to cart around young cousin William, the
other male child on the premises, so that he might bask in the
unfiltered sunshine, breathe in the unfiltered air, be exposed,
-finally, to the city above ground. This isn’t posed as an elective
-course of action; I’m given formal orders and nudged in the direction
+finally, to the city above ground. This isn't posed as an elective
+course of action; I'm given formal orders and nudged in the direction
of the outer doors.
-I tell them I don’t see as how it’s a good ideaâ•”what with the
+I tell them I don't see as how it's a good idea -- what with the
declining birthrates, the continuously falling bombs, the constant
-danger of disfigurement and deathâ•”but I might as well be set on mute
-when it comes to registering above the din of the war room. My
+danger of disfigurement and death -- but I might as well be set on
+mute when it comes to registering above the din of the war room. My
thoughts are not considered.
-Children, creatures endowed with no special mastery over the evolved
-traditions of warfare, are expected to find their own way, to get in
-where they fit in, to drive unique footholds into the imposing,
-existential mountain dubbed survival. Honestly, I’ve never considered
-this state of affairs to be a cause for concern. I’ve never shied
-away from a difficult climb. Have preferred, in fact, to traverse
-peaks of despair, regarding them as nothing more than simple clumps of
-grass gathered at my feet. The one permanent handicap I’ve endured is
-this responsibility to my cousin, William, who is so young, who cannot
-even fend for himself. Others of his age are expected to survive by
-dint of their own industriousness. William, for his part, is
-basically immobile. Self-sufficiency has been altogether ruled out.
-
-The war effort consumes most of the adults’ attention. Slowly,
+Children, creatures endowed with no special mastery over the
+evolved traditions of warfare, are expected to find their own way, to
+get in where they fit in, to drive unique footholds into the imposing,
+existential mountain dubbed survival. Honestly, I've never considered
+this state of affairs to be a cause for concern. I've never shied away
+from a difficult climb. Have preferred, in fact, to traverse peaks of
+despair, regarding them as nothing more than simple clumps of grass
+gathered at my feet. The one permanent handicap I've endured is this
+responsibility to my cousin, William, who is so young, who cannot even
+fend for himself. Others of his age are expected to survive by dint of
+their own industriousness. William, for his part, is basically
+immobile. Self-sufficiency has been altogether ruled out.
+
+The war effort consumes most of the adults' attention. Slowly,
William and I have been pushed from one room to another, down long
hallways and through half-open doorways, with barely any recognition
-paid to how we are being treated. No one includes us or keeps much
-track of us now that the fighting has percolated into the city. With
-new air strikes arriving daily we are the least of the adults’
+paid to how we are being treated. No one includes us or keeps much
+track of us now that the fighting has percolated into the city. With
+new air strikes arriving daily we are the least of the adults'
concerns.
I work with what I am given.
It is in these streets that I have learned my trade, have begun to
-earn my keep. I’ve developed an affinity for commerceâ•”an aptitude,
-you might sayâ•”and happily contribute a percentage of my earnings
-back into the household. Apparently, I am a natural born hustler. So
-says my uncle. It has come to the point where I’m afraid the adults
-will finally realize their neglect. It is conceivable that they may
+earn my keep. I've developed an affinity for commerce -- an aptitude,
+you might say -- and happily contribute a percentage of my earnings
+back into the household. Apparently, I am a natural born hustler. So
+says my uncle. It has come to the point where I'm afraid the adults
+will finally realize their neglect. It is conceivable that they may
even forbid us, William and myself, to leave the compound on our own.
-This would negatively impact revenues, which would be unacceptable.
-It would also harm our family’s standing in the community, which would
-be equally unacceptable. My products are in high demand. It is with
-a constant awareness of this precarious balance that I, over these
-past few months, have striven to make the skills of the street my own.
-I have adapted myself to its unsteady rhythms, mastered its sundry
+This would negatively impact revenues, which would be unacceptable. It
+would also harm our family's standing in the community, which would be
+equally unacceptable. My products are in high demand. It is with a
+constant awareness of this precarious balance that I, over these past
+few months, have striven to make the skills of the street my own. I
+have adapted myself to its unsteady rhythms, mastered its sundry
particulars, balanced weight through the hood until my various
criminal activities have become as second nature to me, a collection
of reflexive actions as simple as walking into the kitchen or emptying
-my bladder. This sympathy with the tidal nature of currency is hard
+my bladder. This sympathy with the tidal nature of currency is hard
won, but it allows me to function freely, wholly invisible to the
financial surveillance algorithms employed by HQ. I should say,
invisible so long as I remember to hold back that reasonable
-percentage for the family. It is true, my triple-a reputation would
+percentage for the family. It is true, my triple-a reputation would
quickly dissolve into scandal if ever I became so sloppy as to arouse
-the interest of my father’s men. Let us observe, then, that my
+the interest of my father's men. Let us observe, then, that my
operations have never attracted their attention.
-Add to my already formidable grip the legitimate pay from William’s
-promenades, and I’m already better than halfway to my new shield
-jacket. I count it as a demonstration of my utility that I’m able to
-provide my own armor. A new shield jacket would doubtless preserve me
-through countless future crises (that is to say, if I’m not found
-skewered by shrapnel before the thing is even delivered). Thus I have
+Add to my already formidable grip the legitimate pay from William's
+promenades, and I'm already better than halfway to my new shield
+jacket. I count it as a demonstration of my utility that I'm able to
+provide my own armor. A new shield jacket would doubtless preserve me
+through countless future crises (that is to say, if I'm not found
+skewered by shrapnel before the thing is even delivered). Thus I have
concluded that even my supposedly lamentable character traits (such as
my unquestioning greed) may, at last, be construed as facets of pious
-virtue. Until I am allowed to participate in weapons training, I will
-content myself with the paper chase. I will gild the runway. Keeping
+virtue. Until I am allowed to participate in weapons training, I will
+content myself with the paper chase. I will gild the runway. Keeping
William and myself alive is merely the start of what I hope to
accomplish.
I assume that Mother and Father are cognizant of all this, to some
-degree. In my view, this whole bang-upâ•”the warâ•”is simply an
+degree. In my view, this whole bang-up -- the war -- is simply an
excuse to seek out and extract ever larger sums of money from the tax
-base. The whole conflagration merely serves to increase trade, which
+base. The whole conflagration merely serves to increase trade, which
serves to increase tax revenues, which results in more war.
-Fortunately for me, the family doesn’t seem too keen on auditing my
-activities. The fact that my relatives’ economic interests are
+Fortunately for me, the family doesn't seem too keen on auditing my
+activities. The fact that my relatives' economic interests are
currently seen to overlap with my own is a kind of happy accident,
-perhaps of the sort depicted in children’s cinema, or in certain of
+perhaps of the sort depicted in children's cinema, or in certain of
the ancient, sequentially illustrated pamphlets collected by my
-father. In reality, my family’s enlightened self-interest drives a
+father. In reality, my family's enlightened self-interest drives a
free exchange of goods and services, a marketplace that in turn
-benefits the entire community. My own present activities, in spite of
+benefits the entire community. My own present activities, in spite of
the myopic moral objections offered by my sister, contribute to this
-aggregate effect. Taxes (and thus, war) are merely inevitable. Yes,
-I’ve done some reading on the topic. I readily admit. But the ideas
-I’ve argued with Father stand on their own, heedless of any
-pseudo-intellectual hem-hawing. I dare say that they are
-self-evident. If only I could get him to understand: even in wartime,
-altruism is beside the point.
-
-The kid in the cart doesn’t realize I’m only in it for the money. He
-digs his fingernails into the palm of my hand, obviously frightened by
-the noises on the street. We round a corner and a rather large
-building comes apart right in front of us. He buries his face into my
-coat just as we’re pelted with a boiling shock wave of dust. For some
-reason he looks to me for protection. Of course, this toddler’s
+aggregate effect. Taxes (and thus, war) are merely inevitable. Yes,
+I've done some reading on the topic. I readily admit. But the ideas
+I've argued with Father stand on their own, heedless of any
+pseudo-intellectual hem-hawing. I dare say that they are self-evident.
+If only I could get him to understand: even in wartime, altruism is
+_beside the point._
+
+The kid in the cart doesn't realize I'm only in it for the money.
+He digs his fingernails into the palm of my hand, obviously frightened
+by the noises on the street. We round a corner and a rather large
+building comes apart right in front of us. He buries his face into my
+coat just as we're pelted with a boiling shock wave of dust. For some
+reason he looks to me for protection. Of course, this toddler's
intellect is incapable of assessing the true complexity of our
-situationâ•”he’s not yet up to the task of cynical apprehensionâ•”but
-perhaps in the end he is right to place his faith in me. It is
+situation -- he's not yet up to the task of cynical apprehension --
+but perhaps in the end he is right to place his faith in me. It is
unquestionably within the realm of my interests to ensure that he
-survives these trips to the surface. The profit motive is clear.
-It’s right there in my contract.
+survives these trips to the surface. The profit motive is clear. It's
+right there in my contract.
-I pause to reflect on the brilliant symmetry of our arrangement and it
-dazzles me all over again. I cannot help but marvel as I trace its
+I pause to reflect on the brilliant symmetry of our arrangement and
+it dazzles me all over again. I cannot help but marvel as I trace its
subtle mechanism: William survives; I profit.
I strive to gather my thoughts.
-The dizzying effect persists, even as large sheets of smart glass are
-de-integrating everywhere around us. A rapture similar to my own
-seems to have overtaken William. I am enthralled as he adopts a
+The dizzying effect persists, even as large sheets of smart glass
+are de-integrating everywhere around us. A rapture similar to my own
+seems to have overtaken William. I am enthralled as he adopts a
distant, distracted gaze, his jaw falling slack almost against his
-shirt. He is serene now in his repose, more contented than either of
+shirt. He is serene now in his repose, more contented than either of
us have any right to be, given the circumstances.
-I believe that my hand, which he continues to grip quite tightly, is
-starting to bleed onto my trousers.
+I believe that my hand, which he continues to grip quite tightly,
+is starting to bleed onto my trousers.
-Torn from my reverie, I reply with a gentle squeeze, communicating to
-William that we are going to be all right. I guide his chair across
+Torn from my reverie, I reply with a gentle squeeze, communicating
+to William that we are going to be all right. I guide his chair across
the street, away from the perambulating dust cloud that by now has
-puffed up its chest to encompass half of the block. If the trailing
-wisps of this mess are not to gum up the works of William’s chair,
-we’ll need to find our way into a shop or an office or a foyer rather
+puffed up its chest to encompass half of the block. If the trailing
+wisps of this mess are not to gum up the works of William's chair,
+we'll need to find our way into a shop or an office or a foyer rather
quickly.
+
Adults are hurling themselves to an fro, generally kicking up more
commotion than is warranted by the simple demolition of a midtown
-office building. I reign in young master William and tether him to a
-banister, then set off to fetch an adult. In short order I’m
-breast-stroking through a sea of white lab coats. It is clear to me
-now that we’ve ended up in some sort of medical clinic.
-
-It takes only a moment to evaluate the new surroundings, and I remain
-lucid enough not to dust myself off before approaching one of the
-nurses. That would be tantamount to chucking one of my tools into the
-trash.
-
-"There’s just no end to it," I hear one of the doctors remark,
-circumnavigating the perimeter of a nearby cubicle. His voice is
-filled with work-a-day resignation. I rotate my body to face him so
+office building. I reign in young master William and tether him to a
+banister, then set off to fetch an adult. In short order I'm
+breast-stroking through a sea of white lab coats. It is clear to me
+now that we've ended up in some sort of medical clinic.
+
+It takes only a moment to evaluate the new surroundings, and I
+remain lucid enough not to dust myself off before approaching one of
+the nurses. That would be tantamount to chucking one of my tools into
+the trash.
+
+"There's just no end to it," I hear one of the doctors remark,
+circumnavigating the perimeter of a nearby cubicle. His voice is
+filled with work-a-day resignation. I rotate my body to face him so
that I might appraise him visually.
-Half a second passes. His profile fits, so I launch myself
-purposefully in his direction. I’m going to try to smear hand prints
+Half a second passes. His profile fits, so I launch myself
+purposefully in his direction. I'm going to try to smear hand prints
onto his coat before he has a chance to form a dispassionate
-impression of me. Once I’ve struck, he’ll be forced to take in my
-appearance, to consider my circumstances. The ploy is guaranteed to
+impression of me. Once I've struck, he'll be forced to take in my
+appearance, to consider my circumstances. The ploy is guaranteed to
work, given his type.
"This spamming war just goes on and on."
-His remark is sympathetic in nature. I take his words as an obvious
+His remark is sympathetic in nature. I take his words as an obvious
cue to redouble my approach velocity, step fully into the field of his
vision and wipe my arms across his chest, submitting my filthy
clothing and runny nose for his inspection.
-"Excuse me, sir, might I inquire as to what it is that has just taken
-place, out on the street?"
+"Excuse me, sir, might I inquire as to what it is that has just
+taken place, out on the street?"
I let the question hang there, resonating in the stale clinic air.
-I’m play-acting now as if I’m stupid, asking after that which I’m
-clearly not equipped to understand. He buys into this mailbox full of
-spam because I’m merely a child, seven years of age, and therefore,
+I'm play-acting now as if I'm stupid, asking after that which I'm
+clearly not equipped to understand. He buys into this mailbox full of
+spam because I'm merely a child, seven years of age, and therefore,
self-evidently, not yet sophisticated enough to mount a motivated
deception.
Oh, the folly of experience.
I tilt towards him perceptibly, making sure he takes notice of my
-garb. His eyes fall upon me in silence and then there is a gap of
-some seconds before I finally detect a twinkle in the center of his
-mechanical eye. At last, he’s picked up on it. He’s located the
-transceiver. He’s got a make on my ID.
-
-This, of course, changes everything. His demeanor, not thirty seconds
-ago the sort of bemused half-attention one pays to a poverty-stricken
-child, is now replaced with that of a Green hobo ready to snatch a
-million dollar bill from the Church collection plate. I am well
-acquainted with this shift in disposition, immediately recognize his
-"tell," and so may now reflect that my gambit is almost certainly
-working.
+garb. His eyes fall upon me in silence and then there is a gap of some
+seconds before I finally detect a twinkle in the center of his
+mechanical eye. At last, he's picked up on it. He's located the
+transceiver. He's got a make on my ID.
+
+This, of course, changes everything. His demeanor, not thirty
+seconds ago the sort of bemused half-attention one pays to a
+poverty-stricken child, is now replaced with that of a Green hobo
+ready to snatch a million dollar bill from the Church collection
+plate. I am well acquainted with this shift in disposition,
+immediately recognize his "tell," and so may now reflect that my
+gambit is almost certainly working.
"Well, hello there, young fellow!"
He dings my helmet.
-"You see, recently, some bad men have taken it upon themselves to
-provide our city’s skyline with a series of aesthetic improvements.
+"You see, recently, some _bad men_ have taken it upon themselves to
+provide our city's skyline with a series of aesthetic improvements.
You may learn in school, in the coming years, about a social
-interaction often referred toâ•”referred to in the literature, that
-isâ•”as politically motivated violence. Or, for short, PMV."
+interaction often referred to -- referred to _in the literature,_ that
+is -- as _politically motivated violence._ Or, for short, PMV."
-"Splendid and fascinating!" I exclaim, masking a considerable amount
-of mental activity with a merely adequate portrayal of child-like
-wonder.
+"Splendid and fascinating!" I exclaim, masking a considerable
+amount of mental activity with a merely adequate portrayal of
+child-like wonder.
-Allow me to explain. Throughout the preceding scene my mind has been
-occupied, simultaneously, on three fronts: affecting to extract
+Allow me to explain. Throughout the preceding scene my mind has
+been occupied, simultaneously, on three fronts: affecting to extract
details of the bombing attack without also giving away my real aim;
-shuffling through numerous possible non sequiturs with which to
+shuffling through numerous possible _non sequiturs_ with which to
counter his inane stammering, none of which must come across as
excessively practiced lest I inadvertently alert him to the fact that
-I’m on the grift; and, to complicate matters, keeping an eye on what’s
+I'm on the grift; and, to complicate matters, keeping an eye on what's
going on around us in the office, paying particular attention to my
-physical location relative to all possible exits. It has only been in
+physical location relative to all possible exits. It has only been in
situations like this that I have, after so many years, felt well and
-truly engaged with the world. A fickle melancholy now descends over
+truly engaged with the world. A fickle melancholy now descends over
me, and I resist the urge to withdraw, to run outside, to find myself
peering over the railing and thoughtfully evacuating my stomach.
-Characteristically, I maintain my hold on the situation. I press on.
+Characteristically, I maintain my hold on the situation. I press on.
The doctor, for his part, sinks into a portrait of exquisite
confusion.
-"Say, son, what are you two doing in my clinic?"
+"Say, son, what _are_ you two doing in my clinic?"
-William’s chair is knocking back and forth, gently, blissfully unaware
-of the limits set by my tether. I turn my eyes back to the doctor
-very slowly, straightening my posture and raising my voice.
+William's chair is knocking back and forth, gently, blissfully
+unaware of the limits set by my tether. I turn my eyes back to the
+doctor very slowly, straightening my posture and raising my voice.
-"Sir, I was carting around my little brother here when the building at
-25765 St. Aecstopher’s Cross did fall down nearly on top of us. I’m
+"Sir, I was carting around my little brother here when the building
+at 25765 St. Aecstopher's Cross did fall down nearly on top of us. I'm
afraid I have sustained some sort of injury, as my arm seems to have
gone missing."
-I do the trick with my shoulder, slipping my arm, and he gasps as it
-re-appears in my sleeve. Absentmindedly, I look down and say,"Oh,
-there it is."
+I do the trick with my shoulder, slipping my arm, and he gasps as
+it re-appears in my sleeve. Absentmindedly, I look down and say, "Oh,
+_there_ it is."
-He fails to laugh. Instead, he puts in a respectable effort to
-wrinkle his eyebrows, to grow more visibly concerned. Privately, I
+He fails to laugh. Instead, he puts in a respectable effort to
+wrinkle his eyebrows, to grow more visibly concerned. Privately, I
want to be disappointed with this reaction, to ask him if somehow the
-humor hasn’t translated, but I will not break character over a single
+humor hasn't translated, but I _will not_ break character over a single
flat joke.
-Now, this fellow knows when he smells a five-star dinner. He’s
-recognized which house we’re from. Dad’s pressure screen is probably
-glowing red even as we commence negotiations. I think I can actually
+
+Now, this fellow knows when he smells a five-star dinner. He's
+recognized which house we're from. Dad's pressure screen is probably
+glowing red even as we commence negotiations. I think I can actually
feel the chips twitching in my wrist and neck, as both regions are
-crying out to be scratched. Or maybe it’s just my allergies.
+crying out to be scratched. Or maybe it's just my allergies.
-Without warning, something seems to click into place in the doctor’s
-head. He lunges towards me.
+Without warning, something seems to click into place in the
+doctor's head. He lunges towards me.
-Almost before I can unlatch William, the man’s taken me up into his
-arms, ferrying me into an examination room. He unloads me gently onto
-a table and smooths me onto its stiff, white paper. A microwave sweep
-to stem the spread of various bacteria. It will be interesting to
-learn which perilousâ•”though certainly, at this clinic,
-treatableâ•”ailment he has diagnosed me with, now that he realizes
-I’ve membership in a truly superlative insurance program. That’s when
-he notices my eyes.
+Almost before I can unlatch William, the man's taken me up into his
+arms, ferrying me into an examination room. He unloads me gently onto
+a table and smooths me onto its stiff, white paper. A microwave sweep
+to stem the spread of various bacteria. It will be interesting to
+learn which perilous -- though certainly, at this clinic, treatable --
+ailment he has diagnosed me with, now that he realizes I've membership
+in a truly superlative insurance program. That's when he notices my
+eyes.
-"Sonâ•”" His own eyes get stuck gliding over William’s gilded chair.
-"Son, are you... blind?"
+"Son --" His own eyes get stuck gliding over William's gilded
+chair. "Son, are you... _blind?"_
-"Of course I’m blind, you jack-ass!"
+"Of course I'm blind, you jack-ass!"
-Okay, here I will admit that I’ve broken character and degenerated
-into an emotional outburst. I wrench my face back into a pathetic
-sulk and twitch only once, trying to restore equilibrium. I remind
-myself to act my age. Let him guide the scene.
+Okay, here I will admit that I've broken character and degenerated
+into an emotional outburst. I wrench my face back into a pathetic sulk
+and twitch only once, trying to restore equilibrium. I remind myself
+to act my age. Let _him_ guide the scene.
-"How long have you been wandering the streets out there, without being
-able to see where you’re going?"
+"How long have you been wandering the streets out there, without
+being able to see where you're going?"
An easy one.
-"It’s never really been an issue. I mean, I seem to know my way
-around the neighborhood pretty well. Everyone here knows me. And
-twenty-twenty vision isn’t a panacea against belly-flopping
+"It's never really been an issue. I mean, I seem to know my way
+around the neighborhood pretty well. Everyone here knows _me._
+And twenty-twenty vision isn't a panacea against belly-flopping
architecture, as I think was proved out there today."
-"Hm. I suppose it was. I admit, you do seem capable. But still,
+"Hm. I suppose it was. I admit, you do seem capable. But still,
blindness is a serious complaint for one who spends so much time
-outdoors. I would imagine it’s also quite demoralizing, when your
-obstructed vision is rated against that of your peers, wouldn’t you
+outdoors. I would imagine it's also quite demoralizing, when your
+obstructed vision is rated against that of your peers, wouldn't you
agree?"
-Like I said, I’m a million dollar bill lying face-up on the sidewalk.
+Like I said, I'm a million dollar bill lying face-up on the
+sidewalk.
Presently, he claps me into another chair, this one missing the
-sanitary strip of paper, and begins attaching things to my face. I
+sanitary strip of paper, and begins attaching things to my face. I
open my mouth to try another approach but he simply reaches down and
-plugs it with a wad of medical gauze. I suppose we’ll have to
-continue our discussion once he’s finished tinkering with my eyes.
+plugs it with a wad of medical gauze. I suppose we'll have to continue
+our discussion once he's finished tinkering with my eyes.
+
-He’s a few hours getting on with it, and so by the time he’s taken
+He's a few hours getting on with it, and so by the time he's taken
down my numbers and confirmed them multiple times against his network
-queries, William and I are left to amble along home. Once again I
-have to point out: here we are, children, alone on the streets after
-dark, where a war is still being waged. (Admittedly, the firing
-usually stops when the sun goes down.) Sure, plug me into a machine to
-fix my eyes, and then send me right back out into the war zone. What
-was the point? I could just as easily have enjoyed this kind of
-treatment from the boys back at HQ. In any case, I have now been
-outfitted with an outlandish plastic headband. It encircles the top
-half of my face and displays a pleasant array of colored shapes,
-monochrome to onlookers and passers-by. Aside from the cosmetic
-effects, my vision seems unchanged.
+queries, William and I are left to amble along home. Once again I have
+to point out: here we are, children, alone on the streets after dark,
+where a war is still being waged. (Admittedly, the firing usually
+stops when the sun goes down.) Sure, plug me into a machine to fix my
+eyes, and then send me right back out into the war zone. What was the
+point? I could just as easily have enjoyed this kind of treatment from
+the boys back at HQ. In any case, I have now been outfitted with an
+outlandish plastic headband. It encircles the top half of my face and
+displays a pleasant array of colored shapes, monochrome to onlookers
+and passers-by. Aside from the cosmetic effects, my vision seems
+unchanged.
We exit the clinic without having gathered any useful intelligence.
Ditto for the tally of unburdened currency we have to show for our
-trouble. No doubt this will have been a complete waste of an
+trouble. No doubt this will have been a complete waste of an
afternoon, distinguished only by the irritation of a needless medical
-procedure. I’ve wasted a lot of time that could have been devoted to
-shoring up my grip. William looks up at me, visibly disappointed.
+procedure. I've wasted a lot of time that could have been devoted to
+shoring up my grip. William looks up at me, visibly disappointed.
-At an intersection, I am surprised to note that I can now see things I
-have never been able to see before.
+At an intersection, I am surprised to note that I can now see
+things I have never been able to see before.
In some ways it is confusing, this trying to peer between the fat
-cubes of light that gyrate before my eyes. At first I am not quite
-sure how to adjust, even as I attempt to keep walking. Slowly the
+cubes of light that gyrate before my eyes. At first I am not quite
+sure how to adjust, even as I attempt to keep walking. Slowly the
input begins to make sense; to help, rather than hinder, my
navigation.
On balance, I will say that there is much to recommend in these
additional streams of information, all dancing betwixt each other and
-pouring unstoppably into my face. The interface is intuitive,
-hands-free. I can see where such a device could be considered useful.
-I’m even getting telemetry now from HQ. What has this motherspamming
-optometrist done to me?
+pouring unstoppably into my face. The interface is intuitive,
+hands-free. I can see where such a device could be considered useful.
+I'm even getting telemetry now from HQ. What has this motherspamming
+optometrist _done_ to me?
-I seem to have gotten quite a ways down the street on my own. I’ve
+
+I seem to have gotten quite a ways down the street on my own. I've
inadvertently left William back at the intersection, his chair bobbing
-in sync with the traffic. When I return to his side I see that he has
+in sync with the traffic. When I return to his side I see that he has
pulled out his knapsack and begun to tear off little strips of paper,
creasing them into slim, rectangular folds that bear a striking
-resemblance to illegal tobacco cigarettes. He offers one to me and I
+resemblance to illegal tobacco cigarettes. He offers one to me and I
accept, gripping it between my second and third fingers, leaning back
against the enormous smart glass windows of the FIRST MULTINATIONAL
-BANK. Eventually, I bring the sliver of paper up to my lips, deftly
-feigning inhalation. Smooth flavor...
+BANK. Eventually, I bring the sliver of paper up to my lips, deftly
+feigning inhalation. Smooth flavor...
William looks up at me with those preposterously large eyes of his
and, for the first time today, puts forth the effort to straighten out
-his spine and stutter a few words. In spite of the pain it causes him
-he wants to speak to me. You have to admire his grit.
+his spine and stutter a few words. In spite of the pain it causes him
+he wants to speak to me. You have to admire his grit.
-"T-T-Thomas, it’s been a fun day, and it is r-r-rather lateâ•” ungt!
-â•”but, if it’s all the same to you... I... I would prefer that we
-tarry here for a while, and p-p-pickle in the ebb and flow of the...
-c-c-cool night air."
+"T-T-Thomas, it's been a fun day, and it is r-r-rather late --
+_ungt!_ -- but, if it's all the same to you... I... I would prefer that
+we tarry here for a while, and p-p-pickle in the ebb and flow of
+the... c-c-cool night air."
-I raise my cig to him and nod respectfully. We both jump as a
-building collapses, somewhere off in the distance. On this night, the
+I raise my cig to him and nod respectfully. We both jump as a
+building collapses, somewhere off in the distance. On this night, the
city will not be afforded its usual dusk-to-dawn reprieve.
Gingerly, I work the length of gauze out of my mouth and begin to
-unroll its damp wad of fabric onto the sidewalk. William’s glassy
-eyes reflect a light that seems to originate from no obvious source.
-He recognizes what it is I’ve managed to smuggle out of the doctor’s
-office. There is more here than just the blood and spittle sopped up
+unroll its damp wad of fabric onto the sidewalk. William's glassy eyes
+reflect a light that seems to originate from no obvious source. He
+recognizes what it is I've managed to smuggle out of the doctor's
+office. There is more here than just the blood and spittle sopped up
by the rags.
A selection of tiny hand tools glistens in the light of the street
-lamp. These are the final pieces we’ll need to render our
+lamp. These are the final pieces we'll need to render our
reverse-engineering shop, hidden for now in a vacant ammo closet on
-the sixth level, fully operational. Once I can get a hold of a few
+the sixth level, fully operational. Once I can get a hold of a few
more classified schematics, we can begin undercutting the importers
-and kick our minuscule operation into full gear. We’ll even be able
-to outfit William’s chair with its own shield jacket and an
-independent comms package, all of our own design. No more relying on
-the adults or outsiders for our gear.
+and kick our minuscule operation into full gear. We'll even be able to
+outfit William's chair with its own shield jacket and an independent
+comms package, all of our own design. No more relying on the adults or
+outsiders for our gear.
-I briefly consider cutting Father in on this action. The notion is
+I briefly consider cutting Father in on this action. The notion is
dispersed by the echoes of mortar fire reverberating across the river.
-Try as I might, I know he just couldn’t be made to understand. This
-world we’ve arrived at, crowning from the great, vaginal maw of
+Try as I might, I know he just couldn't be made to understand. This
+world we've arrived at, crowning from the great, vaginal maw of
nothingness bequeathed to us by our ancestors, brooks no quarter for
the elderly, or for those sad individuals still nostalgic for the
-unambiguous adversaries of eras past. Pop would be happier lobbing
+unambiguous adversaries of eras past. Pop would be happier lobbing
rounds at the enemy, clawing defiantly as he sinks into his grave,
-still convinced he’s making some sort of falsifiable, empirical
-contribution to his generation’s most momentous struggle.
+still convinced he's making some sort of falsifiable, empirical
+contribution to his generation's most momentous struggle.
-What a load of bollocks. Dad has wasted his entire life on this
+What a load of bollocks. Dad has wasted his entire life on this
nonsense.
-I decide it’s best to keep my opinions to myself. William tends to be
-sentimental when it comes to family.
+I decide it's best to keep my opinions to myself. William tends to
+be sentimental when it comes to family.
-Speaking of which, the boy has gotten busy, grunting and drooling onto
-his shirt. All evidence of his brief flash of lucidity is gone,
-vanished. Might as well never have happened. He’s making a mess of
-his clothing.
+Speaking of which, the boy has gotten busy, grunting and drooling
+onto his shirt. All evidence of his brief flash of lucidity is gone,
+vanished. Might as well never have happened. He's making a mess of his
+clothing.
I snatch up the little bundle of tools before he spoils them.
-Sometimes you wonder why you even bother. With William, the sentiment
-is amplified. I suppose I do feel for him.
+Sometimes you wonder why you even bother. With William, the sentiment
+is amplified. I suppose I do feel for him.
+
+We're both of us looking forward to the end of this war.
-We’re both of us looking forward to the end of this war.
+No, really. Hear me out.
-No, really. Hear me out.
+I've grown weary of the grind. I want to be free of William, free
+of this duty.
-I’ve grown weary of the grind. I want to be free of William, free of
-this duty.
+I worry that the adults have already compromised our security. I
+can't imagine the Green insurgents will ever give up. Do you see what
+I'm saying? It's frustrating that the family pursues this stagnant
+vision of religious purity. We can't all be ideologues. Or not of the
+type my father admires, anyway. We have to be in this to win it. We
+have to get in where we fit in. And that might not include the Church.
-I worry that the adults have already compromised our security. I
-can’t imagine the Green insurgents will ever give up. Do you see what
-I’m saying? It’s frustrating that the family pursues this stagnant
-vision of religious purity. We can’t all be ideologues. Or not of
-the type my father admires, anyway. We have to be in this to win it.
-We have to get in where we fit in. And that might not include the
-Church.
+For now, I suppose, I'm content to focus on having a smoke and
+getting rich.
-For now, I suppose, I’m content to focus on having a smoke and getting
-rich.
+I'm convinced it's the only way I'm going to survive.
-I’m convinced it’s the only way I’m going to survive.
VISOR TECHNOLOGY
The new gear seemed to suit Tommy fine.
-Indeed, over the past month he’d hardly complained. The visor allowed
-him to dominate. Sometimes even with the older boys. Now, he came
-home with money in his pocket.
+Indeed, over the past month he'd hardly complained. The visor
+allowed him to dominate. Sometimes even with the older boys. Now, he
+came home with money in his pocket.
-He still hadn’t been drafted.
+He still hadn't been drafted.
-When I’d sent him to the clinic, I was only vaguely aware of what they
-might install in his head. This modern equipment was beyond my
-expertise. Above my pay grade, as we used to say. Now, it looked as
-if some improvements had been pushed to Tommy’s firmware, even in the
-last fifteen minutes. All I could do was shake my head.
+When I'd sent him to the clinic, I was only vaguely aware of what
+they might install in his head. This modern equipment was beyond my
+expertise. Above my pay grade, as we used to say. Now, it looked as if
+some improvements had been pushed to Tommy's firmware, even in the
+last fifteen minutes. All I could do was shake my head.
-The tactical advantage was clear. I was just glad HQ had agreed to
+The tactical advantage was clear. I was just glad HQ had agreed to
pay for it all.
-Reagan was starting to concern us. Would he poison the public on
-Bush? J. K. Rowling might run for President in 1968. Naturally,
+
+Reagan was starting to concern us. Would he poison the public on
+Bush? J. K. Rowling might run for President in 1968. Naturally,
something had to be done.
-I decided to involve Tommy. I was allowed complete discretion when it
-came to personnel. I thought that with the enhancements he’d prove
-useful. At least as useful as before.
+I decided to involve Tommy. I was allowed complete discretion when
+it came to personnel. I thought that with the enhancements he'd prove
+useful. At least as useful as before.
And he had been pretty useful, before.
I got him out of bed and brought him in to work.
+
The Chief was having a bit of a problem with a can of bi-partisan
gravy.
-"I can’t get this spamming thing opened."
+"I can't get this spamming thing opened."
-Tommy quickly found a weak spot in the can’s lid, using his visor."No
-problem," he said, and opened the can.
+Tommy quickly found a weak spot in the can's lid, using his visor.
+"No problem," he said, and opened the can.
-"Next time, I’ll just go with the low-fat deli shtick."
+"Next time, I'll just go with the low-fat deli shtick."
"None of that stuff is very good for you," Tommy chided.
The Chief could only roll his eyes.
-"Well, shit on my Christmas! The boy’s found another one."
-Campaign contributions. We’d put Tommy on the trail of J. K.
-Rowling’s backers. The financial streams were now running through the
-boy’s system. He was even better at this than the machines.
+"Well, shit on my Christmas! The boy's found another one."
+
+Campaign contributions. We'd put Tommy on the trail of J. K.
+Rowling's backers. The financial streams were now running through the
+boy's system. He was even better at this than the machines.
-"It’s old man Jerrymander."
+"It's old man Jerrymander."
"The Molds," I said, making eye contact with Tommy.
-We’d had a hell of a time keeping this guy out of the race. Strictly
-speaking, he wasn’t even legal; an immigrant from some border state
-that had been excluded from the new American union. But he’d
+We'd had a hell of a time keeping this guy out of the race.
+Strictly speaking, he wasn't even legal; an immigrant from some border
+state that had been excluded from the new American union. But he'd
leveraged his wealth to rig local rules in one of the communities he
-controlled. We’d missed it before it was too late. It had caused
-some friction here at HQ. Who was to blame? We all had a bit of a
-problem with Mold’s politics.
+controlled. We'd missed it before it was too late. It had caused some
+friction here at HQ. Who was to blame? We all had a bit of a problem
+with Mold's politics.
-"So I guess if he can’t run, he’ll put up a guy who can. Sounds like
-a good strategy to me."
+"So I guess if he can't run, he'll put up a guy who can. Sounds
+like a good strategy to me."
-"No, not analysis," I ordered."You concentrate on the streams."
+"No, not analysis," I ordered. "You concentrate on the streams."
"Yes Father," Tommy replied.
-After a while he seemed to tucker out. I brought up some comic books
-on my leaf and sent him over to a corner. The Chief had allowed his
-own son to tag along that day, and so the two of them spent a few
+
+After a while he seemed to tucker out. I brought up some comic
+books on my leaf and sent him over to a corner. The Chief had allowed
+his own son to tag along that day, and so the two of them spent a few
hours together, chewing on slices of lunch meat and catching up on
-back issues of ACTRON. Harmless entertainment, in my opinion.
+back issues of ACTRON. Harmless entertainment, in my opinion.
-But Tommy had hit on something important. If Jerrymander Mold really
-was angling again to get his claws into the election, we could expect
-a lot of activity down south in the next few weeks. It was likely the
-attacks on the city would only intensify.
+But Tommy had hit on something important. If Jerrymander Mold
+really was angling again to get his claws into the election, we could
+expect a lot of activity down south in the next few weeks. It was
+likely the attacks on the city would only intensify.
+
+The boy's visor had amortized in only a month.
-The boy’s visor had amortized in only a month.
PAPER WINTER
tags: 1966, mother, tab1, tab2, violet
-Violet’s Diary
+Violet's Diary
1 October 1966
-It had all crumpled. Violet moved her eyes across the sky but could
+It had all crumpled. Violet moved her eyes across the sky but could
not find its edges, the corners of a vast, dirty sheet of paper that
-canopied the entire city. Fibrous swirls stirred and unrolled before
-her, contriving illusions of focus. Violet stared silently past the
+canopied the entire city. Fibrous swirls stirred and unrolled before
+her, contriving illusions of focus. Violet stared silently past the
rooftops, ignoring the city and directing her gaze forward into space.
-Or rather, she thought, she would have been staring into space, if not
-for this endless, sprawling white that inevitably drew one’s eyes back
-into the soot. Her mask observed the scene with detachment. On its
-face, it did not register whether Violet felt one way or the other
-about the situation. More broadly, about anything at all. The lack
-of visibility was of personal concern, to be sure; but it was nothing
-that should mar Violet’s appearance to others. The mask was certain
-of this. After all, Violet had configured the settings herself.
-
-Violet turned away from the window and directed her face towards the
-central corridor of her family’s apartment. A line of green squares
-tracked her hand as it traveled from the window back down to her side.
-Turning in bright arcs, the dots of color followed by half-steps,
-floating gradually closer to the reflector on the opposite side of her
-body. Chimes had sounded, there in the room, and Violet knew at once
-that she was meant to answer the door as quickly as possible. Her
-mother had not yet emerged from her preening room, her father was
-still in his bath, probably drinking, or perhaps by now bloodying his
-hands on the broken pieces of his bourbon glass. She could not slump
-any further without endangering her balance, so she straightened
-herself, careful not to put any undue strain on her stabilizers.
-Finally, this action prompted her mask to register a minute change in
-her facial expression. Inside, a joint clicked.
-
-"My back feels like it’s being folded into paper airplanes," she
+Or rather, she thought, she _would_ have been staring into space, if
+not for this endless, sprawling white that inevitably drew one's eyes
+back into the soot. Her mask observed the scene with detachment. On
+its face, it did not register whether Violet felt one way or the other
+about the situation. More broadly, about anything at all. The lack of
+visibility was of personal concern, to be sure; but it was nothing
+that should mar Violet's appearance to others. The mask was certain of
+this. After all, Violet had configured the settings herself.
+
+Violet turned away from the window and directed her face towards
+the central corridor of her family's apartment. A line of green
+squares tracked her hand as it traveled from the window back down to
+her side. Turning in bright arcs, the dots of color followed by
+half-steps, floating gradually closer to the reflector on the opposite
+side of her body. Chimes had sounded, there in the room, and Violet
+knew at once that she was meant to answer the door as quickly as
+possible. Her mother had not yet emerged from her preening room, her
+father was still in his bath, probably drinking, or perhaps by now
+bloodying his hands on the broken pieces of his bourbon glass. She
+could not slump any further without endangering her balance, so she
+straightened herself, careful not to put any undue strain on her
+stabilizers. Finally, this action prompted her mask to register a
+minute change in her facial expression. Inside, a joint clicked.
+
+"My back feels like it's being folded into paper airplanes," she
muttered into her faceplate.
-Presently, there emerged between the doorway’s mechanical lips a
+Presently, there emerged between the doorway's mechanical lips a
familiar, angular-faced woman, who reeked alternately of whiskey and
-of the orchids that were pinned to her billowing yellow coat.
-Violet’s grandmother swept into the apartment and at once commenced to
-critique the child’s appearance. She was able to issue several
-disconnected, declarative statements before being overcome by the
-rolling contours of her own formal wear. Violet giggled. This
-animation of the old woman’s garb was not without its effect. Soon
-enough, bony hands pushed through the bright folds of cloth and found
-purchase on Violet’s arm. The hands proceeded to travel. Violet’s
-fingers were studied at length before it was stated authoritatively
-that she would now turn over her tobacco pouch and put away her pipe.
-Nicotine, her grandmother said, stains the hands.
+of the orchids that were pinned to her billowing yellow coat. Violet's
+grandmother swept into the apartment and at once commenced to critique
+the child's appearance. She was able to issue several disconnected,
+declarative statements before being overcome by the rolling contours
+of her own formal wear. Violet giggled. This animation of the old
+woman's garb was not without its effect. Soon enough, bony hands
+pushed through the bright folds of cloth and found purchase on
+Violet's arm. The hands proceeded to travel. Violet's fingers were
+studied at length before it was stated authoritatively that she would
+now turn over her tobacco pouch and put away her pipe. Nicotine, her
+grandmother said, stains the hands.
When Grandmother fled the seclusion of her estate, which was by now
quite seldom, she would insist upon stowing a small animal within the
-sleeves of her baroque accouterments. As a matter of course, one such
-animal was present today. The Shih Tzu nipped wildly at Violet’s mask
+sleeves of her baroque accouterments. As a matter of course, one such
+animal was present today. The _Shih Tzu_ nipped wildly at Violet's mask
as she leaned forward to embrace the old woman around her waist.
Violet made no attempt to pull away from her grandmother or from the
-dog. Her mask maintained its aloof composure, sensors indicating
-that, beneath its porcelain exterior, Violet’s flesh likewise held
-close to its default settings.
+dog. Her mask maintained its aloof composure, sensors indicating that,
+beneath its porcelain exterior, Violet's flesh likewise held close to
+its default settings.
-The formal greetings finally concluded, Grandmother seated herself and
-began smoothing out the creases in her dog’s black velvet dress. A
+The formal greetings finally concluded, Grandmother seated herself
+and began smoothing out the creases in her dog's black velvet dress. A
spate of frivolous conversation ensued; meaningless, serving only to
-mark the passage of time and to calm the old woman’s nerves until at
+mark the passage of time and to calm the old woman's nerves until at
last she would be reunited with her son.
+
Brill cream.
A wristwatch.
He was now able to make out a lot of what was there, sitting on the
-bathroom shelf. Paper-white reflected in the mirror, streaming in
-from the window. It was snowing. It was daylight again. Still?
-
-A buzzer. His face seemed permanently affixed to the bathroom floor.
-Two or three of his teeth scratched along the tiles and vibrated in
-sympathy with whatever that racket was, echoing down the hall. A pool
-of saliva had formed around his chin. Slowly, he came to the
-realization that the current arrangement of his limbs was
+bathroom shelf. Paper-white reflected in the mirror, streaming in from
+the window. It was snowing. It was daylight again. Still?
+
+A buzzer. His face seemed permanently affixed to the bathroom
+floor. Two or three of his teeth scratched along the tiles and
+vibrated in sympathy with whatever that racket was, echoing down the
+hall. A pool of saliva had formed around his chin. Slowly, he came to
+the realization that the current arrangement of his limbs was
uncomfortable.
-When his arms didn’t work, he shifted attention to his legs. He
+When his arms didn't work, he shifted attention to his legs. He
pushed himself over to the door and noticed that it remained locked
-from the inside. Still, it was a no-go on getting it to open again.
-At this point he couldn’t even pull his arms up off of the floor, much
+from the inside. Still, it was a no-go on getting it to open again. At
+this point he couldn't even pull his arms up off of the floor, much
less manipulate a key.
-Movement in the hallway flagged his attention as a whole set of keys
-(worn externally) brushed the doorknob in passing. The sound passed
-very quickly. Presumably, Violet, on her way to the kitchen.
+Movement in the hallway flagged his attention as a whole set of
+keys (worn externally) brushed the doorknob in passing. The sound
+passed very quickly. Presumably, Violet, on her way to the kitchen.
-Just then, the remainder of last night’s double-malt scotch flickered
-into view, diffracting the snow-light and catching his eye. The
-bottle lay motionless in a blurry field of illumination, an
-unconvincing square of warmth let in by the bathroom window. He
+Just then, the remainder of last night's double-malt scotch
+flickered into view, diffracting the snow-light and catching his eye.
+The bottle lay motionless in a blurry field of illumination, an
+unconvincing square of warmth let in by the bathroom window. He
realized then that the odds were narrowing with regards to his
-non-functional arms. Oh no, not again. He lunged wildly and tried to
+non-functional arms. Oh no, not again. He lunged wildly and tried to
chew the words out of his mouth, protesting the locked door,
proclaiming his innocence, but instead of the familiar taste of his
own lies, his tongue caught on a jagged fixture of gauze and surgical
-tape. Fragments still wedged into the space where a molar had lived.
+tape. Fragments still wedged into the space where a molar had lived.
He popped several fasteners by artificially expanding his belly and
-got out of his suspenders and Italian pants. The shirt and vest had
+got out of his suspenders and Italian pants. The shirt and vest had
become a straight jacket, detaining him against his will; flailing
around on the mat beneath the sink, he tried to squirm out of them.
Finally down to his underpants, he slid over to the bathtub and pushed
-himself up, over its lip, into the gaping, porcelain mouth. The water
-was quite warm, as far as he could tell. The porcelain, cold.
+himself up, over its lip, into the gaping, porcelain mouth. The water
+was quite warm, as far as he could tell. The porcelain, cold.
-Head upside-down, hanging over the edge of the tub, he could just make
-out a snow drift on the neighbors’ roof. He had to stop then and
+Head upside-down, hanging over the edge of the tub, he could just
+make out a snow drift on the neighbors' roof. He had to stop then and
laugh because it looked like the house was wearing a beard.
-He had been awake for close to half an hour. It should have taken no
-more than four seconds (at the outside) for his arms to come back to
-life, but the scotch was complicating matters. His shoulder gave an
+He had been awake for close to half an hour. It should have taken
+no more than four seconds (at the outside) for his arms to come back
+to life, but the scotch was complicating matters. His shoulder gave an
inch, and a splinter of pain shot through his elbow, shattering
violently at his wrist.
Motor functions had still not returned to his arms.
-A pounding came at the door and it was faster than he could sink his
-bottle into the tub. The soapsuds were mostly dispersed now, traveled
-behind his legs and back. He realized, too late, that his glass was
-still on the sink. None of this would look good to Violet. He hoped
-it was the boy.
+A pounding came at the door and it was faster than he could sink
+his bottle into the tub. The soapsuds were mostly dispersed now,
+traveled behind his legs and back. He realized, too late, that his
+glass was still on the sink. None of this would look good to Violet.
+He hoped it was the boy.
The lock clicked, and turned, and then the heavy wooden door swung
inward.
Appearing at the foot of the tub was his nine year old son, head
poking through the shirt Thomas had struggled to tear out of only
-moments before. It fit him like a circus tent. The boy was
-completely oblivious to his father’s predicament.
+moments before. It fit him like a circus tent. The boy was completely
+oblivious to his father's predicament.
-"Dad," he said."The Vice President will arrive soon."
+"Dad," he said. "The Vice President will arrive soon."
-Soon, he thought. But Thomas could not yet speak. He was too drunk.
+_Soon,_ he thought. But Thomas could not yet speak. He was too
+drunk.
Presently, his wrist began to turn, forming his hand into a fist
-beneath the water. His grip was so tight that it drew blood from the
-skin graft stretched around his palm. He could hear some nonsense
-about Redaction Day dinner from a telescreen three rooms away. If his
+beneath the water. His grip was so tight that it drew blood from the
+skin graft stretched around his palm. He could hear some nonsense
+about Redaction Day dinner from a telescreen three rooms away. If his
mouth had been working, he would have screamed for them to turn the
-damned thing down. So loud.
+damned thing down. So loud.
-His mother would arrive within the hour, no doubt with her husband in
-tow. He hadn’t even wanted them to know where he lived.
+His mother would arrive within the hour, no doubt with her husband
+in tow. He hadn't even wanted them to know where he lived.
-The Vice President. The spamhole.
+The Vice President. The spamhole.
Now, where were his pants.
Again, his kid was waving his arms around like a shot pigeon and
looking as if he had something especially urgent he wanted to say.
-What?
+_What?_
"Dad!"
-He heard a weird grating sound in the left side of his head, followed
-by a long hiss that seemed to issue from his own mouth. Lateral
-stimuli?
+He heard a weird grating sound in the left side of his head,
+followed by a long hiss that seemed to issue from his own mouth.
+Lateral stimuli?
-Thomas blinked, involuntarily, and his arms fell off, right into the
-bathtub. He heard the bloop, and then he heard them hit bottom,
-rolling around underwater. Suds splashed onto the floor and also onto
-his cleanly pressed pants, which were right where he’d left them,
-draped over the edge of the sink. He looked around, disgusted. How
-was he going to get himself out of the tub? His daughter would be
-livid.
+Thomas blinked, involuntarily, and his arms fell off, right into
+the bathtub. He heard the _bloop,_ and then he heard them hit bottom,
+rolling around underwater. Suds splashed onto the floor and also onto
+his cleanly pressed pants, which were right where he'd left them,
+draped over the edge of the sink. He looked around, disgusted. How was
+he going to get himself out of the tub? His daughter would be livid.
-But he was also suddenly sober. In half of a second he’d come fully
-awake. Yes, it was not too soon to say he’d hatched himself a
+But he was also suddenly sober. In half of a second he'd come fully
+awake. Yes, it was not too soon to say he'd hatched himself a
Redaction Day plan.
The idea burned in his mind, seemed to radiate sufficient heat to
-alter the temperature of the room. Old favors would be called in.
-They would not make a fool of him this year. Things were definitely
+alter the temperature of the room. Old favors would be called in. They
+would not make a fool of him this year. Things were definitely
starting to look up.
"Tommy, get me my phone."
"Sure thing, Pop!"
-Thomas, Sr. looked around the room. He fished in his pants pocket and
-found the other flask.
+Thomas, Sr. looked around the room. He fished in his pants pocket
+and found the other flask.
"Fuck it," he thought, and took another drink.
+
D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
tags: 1967, margaret, piro, tab1, tab2, the_chief, violet
-While we waited for NO/MOAR to calm down, overtime was channeled into
-other projects.
+While we waited for NO/MOAR to calm down, overtime was channeled
+into other projects.
-Tommy was doing well, he’d started his ops training in the fall. I
+Tommy was doing well, he'd started his ops training in the fall. I
had asked to have him assigned to Piro, the son of an old buddy of
mine, and probably the most experienced instructor at the Farm.
Everything seemed to be going as planned.
-Then we ran straight into PM/DAWN. I was out of the house for six
+Then we ran straight into PM/DAWN. I was out of the house for six
months.
-Here again, I have to say, Tommy was a big help. On his trips home
-he’d advise HQ on tactics. He had a knack for anticipating how the
-enemy would respond to our provocations. It was bad of me, but again
-I found myself wondering how hard it would be to pull him out of
-classes, to get him more directly involved in the operation. He was
-shaping up to be our most promising young asset. I stopped worrying
-about whether or not he could handle a regular assignment. He was
-more than ready; anyone could see it.
-But the boy needed to be in school. On this, I honestly agreed with
+Here again, I have to say, Tommy was a big help. On his trips home
+he'd advise HQ on tactics. He had a knack for anticipating how the
+enemy would respond to our provocations. It was bad of me, but again I
+found myself wondering how hard it would be to pull him out of
+classes, to get him more directly involved in the operation. He was
+shaping up to be our most promising young asset. I stopped worrying
+about whether or not he could handle a regular assignment. He was more
+than ready; anyone could see it.
+
+But the boy needed to be in school. On this, I honestly agreed with
his mother.
-So, we had reached an impasse. I left him where he was.
+So, we had reached an impasse. I left him where he was.
-One day I was catching up on the backlog of paperwork when the Chief
-dropped something new on my desk. Immediately, I recognized the name
-of my daughter. It was printed there in the byline.
+One day I was catching up on the backlog of paperwork when the
+Chief dropped something new on my desk. Immediately, I recognized the
+name of my daughter. It was printed there in the byline.
I had never once taken a drink on the clock, but I found myself
wondering after a bottle.
-I looked over the folder. It appeared to be excerpts from Violet’s
-diary, circa 1966. Key portions had been circled, some of them were
+I looked over the folder. It appeared to be excerpts from Violet's
+diary, circa 1966. Key portions had been circled, some of them were
flashing.
The phone rang.
-It was Violet’s mother.
+It was Violet's mother.
It was my wife.
-As I say, I didn’t even drink.
-I still don’t know why Violet wrote it; the bulk of it was obviously
-fictional. Some elaborate account of my supposed boozing and general
-drunkenness. Wholly fabricated. In any case, the facts were
-irrelevant. The girl’s mother caught wind of the mention of alcohol
-and that was that. It didn’t matter that she’d never even seen me
-take a drink. We were getting divorced.
+As I say, I didn't even drink.
+
+I still don't know why Violet wrote it; the bulk of it was
+obviously fictional. Some elaborate account of my supposed boozing and
+general drunkenness. Wholly fabricated. In any case, the facts were
+irrelevant. The girl's mother caught wind of the mention of alcohol
+and that was that. It didn't matter that she'd never even seen me take
+a drink. We were getting divorced.
I hung up the phone.
Well, this would complicate dealing with PM/DAWN, almost certainly.
-I didn’t want to draw things outâ•”I knew the last thing the kids
+I didn't want to draw things out -- I knew the last thing the kids
needed was the added drama of having to wait for me to show up and
-take my lumpsâ•”but I needed to make a few stops on the way home. I
+take my lumps -- but I needed to make a few stops on the way home. I
realized that, with my few personal belongings, I had very little that
-would be of interest to the children. Even Margaret’s scriptures said
-that this was no way to make an exit from your family. Protocol
+would be of interest to the children. Even Margaret's scriptures said
+that this was no way to make an exit from your family. Protocol
required that I turn over, to each of them, some artifact to remember
me by.
-Prop-effects from here at HQ were no good; Tommy had spent his whole
-childhood playing with them out in the warehouse. He knew they were
-junk.
+Prop-effects from here at HQ were no good; Tommy had spent his
+whole childhood playing with them out in the warehouse. He knew they
+were junk.
-There was nothing of interest in my truck, either. By habit, I kept
-it as clean as my office. Briefly, I considered giving Tommy the
-vehicle; but then I remembered that he was only nine years old. The
+There was nothing of interest in my truck, either. By habit, I kept
+it as clean as my office. Briefly, I considered giving Tommy the
+vehicle; but then I remembered that he was only nine years old. The
truck was unlikely to be of use to him, at that age.
What else.
-The Chief was in, so I couldn’t sneak into his office and rummage
+The Chief was in, so I couldn't sneak into his office and rummage
through his mess, either.
-It looked as though I’d be paying a visit to a GANGSTERMAX theme
-store. Find something there. Thus equipped, I could face the
-children, explain to them why this would be my last evening living
-with them at home.
+It looked as though I'd be paying a visit to a GANGSTERMAX theme
+store. Find something there. Thus equipped, I could face the children,
+explain to them why this would be my last evening living with them at
+home.
I hoped that the local branch would have what I needed in stock.
Or at least something approximate.
+
(18:54) < tommy> trds
-(18:54) < tommy> i guess he’s not going to be home for a while. you
+(18:54) < tommy> i guess he's not going to be home for a while. you
know, you still have time to change your mind.
(18:54) < violetCRUSH> Oh, fuck him.
-(18:55) < violetCRUSH> Mom’s not going to stand for this.
+(18:55) < violetCRUSH> Mom's not going to stand for this.
(18:55) < tommy> for him being late when he had to stop off at the
store?
-(18:55) < violetCRUSH> Haha, no, you idiot. just watch.
+(18:55) < violetCRUSH> Haha, no, you idiot. just watch.
(18:55) < tommy> i really wish i could be home to stop you from doing
this.
+
"An old belt?"
-"Son, you know I don’t actually drink. But I won his belt twenty
+"Son, you know I don't actually drink. But I won his belt twenty
years ago, riding an electric bull."
-Tommy’s connection cut out, momentarily.
+Tommy's connection cut out, momentarily.
"You were drunk," he resumed.
"Well..."
-I was spinning this stuff out of thin air. I hesitated for too long.
+I was spinning this stuff out of thin air. I hesitated for too
+long.
-"Of course he was drunk! Can you imagine Dad climbing onto an
-electric bull under any other circumstances?"
+"Of _course_ he was drunk! Can you imagine Dad climbing onto an
+electric bull under any _other_ circumstances?"
-"This is stupid," Tommy said."Have you been drinking behind our backs
-all of these years or not?"
+"This is stupid," Tommy said. "Have you been drinking behind our
+backs all of these years or not?"
-"An analog microscope? But... why?"
+
+"An analog microscope? But... _why?"_
"This belonged to me in college, Violet."
"But all the glass has been removed!"
-"I... it broke, some years ago."
+"I... it broke, some years ago."
"I suppose I can use it as a bookend."
-"That’s my girl. Good thinking. Adapt to the situation at hand."
+"That's my girl. Good thinking. Adapt to the situation at hand."
+
+Tommy cut out, rather abruptly. This time on purpose. He seemed
+disgusted with the whole affair. Good, son, put it into your training.
+Violet kept trying to resume the connection, but he was gone.
-Tommy cut out, rather abruptly. This time on purpose. He seemed
-disgusted with the whole affair. Good, son, put it into your
-training. Violet kept trying to resume the connection, but he was
-gone.
+"What a kick in the chest-balls, Dad," Violet said. "You could at
+least have bought us something _expensive."_
-"What a kick in the chest-balls, Dad," Violet said."You could at least
-have bought us something expensive."
-I cleaned out my den with a minimum of fuss. Most of my gear was
-networked and took up little physical space. It wasn’t a big job.
+I cleaned out my den with a minimum of fuss. Most of my gear was
+networked and took up little physical space. It wasn't a big job.
Violet helped me pack my things out to the truck.
-Margaret never even entered the room. Violet said she was waiting
-until I was gone. The sour old bitch.
+Margaret never even entered the room. Violet said she was waiting
+until I was gone. The sour old bitch.
-Well, I don’t suppose she deserved that.
+Well, I don't suppose she deserved that.
-"You know I get your room when you’re gone," Violet said, elbowing me
-in the ribs.
+"You know I get your room when you're gone," Violet said, elbowing
+me in the ribs.
-"That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?" Of all the... I had
+"That's what this is all about, isn't it?" Of all the... I had
finally put it all together.
"And what if it is?"
-My only daughter. The sour little bitch. I don’t care what you
-think, I won’t take it back. She definitely deserved it.
+My only daughter. The sour little bitch. I don't care what you
+think, I won't take it back. _She definitely deserved it._
-"We’ll see if you’re still smiling when your brother and I are in Ohio
-this summer."
+"We'll see if you're still smiling when your brother and I are in
+Ohio this summer."
-That shut her up. Her training was topmost in her mind. I could cut
-her off. Let her sit in my den. Reading about the training.
+That shut her up. Her training was topmost in her mind. I could cut
+her off. Let her sit in my den. _Reading_ about the training.
-"You don’t know what you’re doing, Dad."
+"You don't know what you're doing, Dad."
-And she was right. I didn’t.
+And she was right. I didn't.
-VIOLET RETURNS FROM
-THE WOODS
+VIOLET RETURNS FROM THE WOODS
tags: 1967, margaret, tab1, tab2, violet
-As I say: at that moment, I had no way of knowing how far it would go.
+As I say: at that moment, I had no way of knowing how far it would
+go.
Once Violet was sure I had left, she burst out of the house and ran
into the woods, making a production of whatever tears she was able to
-muster. She stumbled over a tree limb and managed to tear her
-stockings on her way to the ground. For increased verisimilitude she
-also affected to scrape her elbow on a rock. Her face (and mask)
+muster. She stumbled over a tree limb and managed to tear her
+stockings on her way to the ground. For increased verisimilitude she
+also affected to scrape her elbow on a rock. Her face (and mask)
contorted accordingly.
Margaret observed all of this from the kitchen window, cursing me
-audibly for having driven the girl into the forest. Her fists
-clenched stiffly and her arms began to flail about, a spontaneous
-gesture of maternal rage. I would have laughed even if I’d been
-standing there. Funny. Predictably, she proceeded to bang one of her
-hands into a cabinet corner, drawing blood. With this, she sat down
-on the floor and began to cry.
-
-Much was made of her injury back at HQ. Some of the guys actually felt
-sorry for her.
-
-Ah. My tender-hearted compatriots. Let them sit at the dinner table
-with the woman. Then we could talk.
-
-By now the Chief had filled me in on the plan. I would be brought up
-on charges before a tribunal. The trial would be pushed through with
-a minimum of publicity. In short order it would be decided that I was
-to serve out a five year sentence in minimum security. Of course, I
-would still operate with relative impunity from my cell. Assignments
-would be passed to me via the usual covert methods. Meanwhile, the
-divorce would be finalized without me. An Agency lawyer would be
+audibly for having driven the girl into the forest. Her fists clenched
+stiffly and her arms began to flail about, a spontaneous gesture of
+maternal rage. I would have laughed even if I'd been standing there.
+Funny. Predictably, she proceeded to bang one of her hands into a
+cabinet corner, drawing blood. With this, she sat down on the floor
+and began to cry.
+
+Much was made of her injury back at HQ. Some of the guys actually
+felt sorry for her.
+
+Ah. My tender-hearted compatriots. Let them sit at the dinner table
+with the woman. Then we could talk.
+
+By now the Chief had filled me in on the plan. I would be brought
+up on charges before a tribunal. The trial would be pushed through
+with a minimum of publicity. In short order it would be decided that I
+was to serve out a five year sentence in minimum security. Of course,
+I would still operate with relative impunity from my cell. Assignments
+would be passed to me via the usual covert methods. Meanwhile, the
+divorce would be finalized without me. An Agency lawyer would be
dispatched to handle the case, making sure that the children were well
-taken care of. Margaret could fend for herself.
+taken care of. Margaret could fend for herself.
So far, I was unable to offer a single objection.
-Next, I would be drummed out of the service. I would be stripped of
-my seniority and pension. To compensate, my Turkish accounts would be
-reinstated. I would be provided a bottomless slush fund and unlimited
-personnel. All requisitions would be rubber-stamped. Best of all, I
-would have my pick of assignments from the general pool. (Within the
+Next, I would be drummed out of the service. I would be stripped of
+my seniority and pension. To compensate, my Turkish accounts would be
+reinstated. I would be provided a bottomless slush fund and unlimited
+personnel. All requisitions would be rubber-stamped. Best of all, I
+would have my pick of assignments from the general pool. (Within the
boundaries of the fall line-up.)
"This is just like Iran," the Chief observed.
-And indeed he was right. If they were trying to frustrate me, it was
-going to take more than fulfilling every bullet-item on my wish list.
+And indeed he was right. If they were trying to frustrate me, it
+was going to take more than fulfilling every bullet-item on my wish
+list.
-"So long as we don’t get canceled in the first season," I said, also
-referring to our defunct Iranian program.
+"So long as we don't get canceled in the first season," I said,
+also referring to our defunct Iranian program.
The Chief took my meaning.
+
The purpose of the divorce/prison subterfuge was to free up vital
Agency resources.
Namely, myself.
-The war had tied a number of key assets to specific regional theaters;
-a change that had been mandated from the top down. This was not how
-the Chief liked to operate. Presidential authority had encroached
-upon the Agency’s domain, and the Chief was ready to turn things
-right-side up again. The only problem was, authority for force
+The war had tied a number of key assets to specific regional
+theaters; a change that had been mandated from the top down. This was
+not how the Chief liked to operate. Presidential authority had
+encroached upon the Agency's domain, and the Chief was ready to turn
+things right-side up again. The only problem was, authority for force
replenishment had not been returned to the Agency.
So, the Chief said, a number of non-essential agents would have to
Others, such as myself, would simply go to prison.
-Again, like Iran. Laundering, we called it.
+Again, like Iran. Laundering, we called it.
+
Once she was sure that Margaret had finished the chores, Violet
-returned to the house. Streaks of soft mud had accumulated around her
+returned to the house. Streaks of soft mud had accumulated around her
eyelids, conveying the impression of an afternoon spent sitting in the
-dust, consumed by uncontrollable sobbing. Remarkably, Margaret
-herself was still in tears.
+dust, consumed by uncontrollable sobbing. Remarkably, Margaret herself
+was still in tears.
The two females sat at the kitchen table, foreheads touching.
-Blubbering and sputtering loudly. I had a leaf close at hand and
+Blubbering and sputtering loudly. I had a leaf close at hand and
immediately began to jot down notes.
-I was surprised to notice one of the surveillance operators dabbing at
-his own eyelids with a handkerchief. This was an extraordinary
-display for a professional. He had obviously failed to detect the
+I was surprised to notice one of the surveillance operators dabbing
+at his own eyelids with a handkerchief. This was an extraordinary
+display for a professional. He had obviously failed to detect the
covert communication that was passing between the females of my
household.
I recorded his handle in an adjacent column.
-The next day, Violet shared her story on the playground. Her fellow
-students were enthralled. Violet had inherited a particular skill at
-narrative, it was true. From myself or from her mother I could not
+
+The next day, Violet shared her story on the playground. Her fellow
+students were enthralled. Violet had inherited a particular skill at
+narrative, it was true. From myself or from her mother I could not
say.
-She led her friends over to the reflecting pool in preparation for her
-big finale. Her mask wobbled in and out of coherency, but the other
-children seemed oblivious to its significance. She had gained a fuzzy
-penumbra. Was she having second thoughts?
+She led her friends over to the reflecting pool in preparation for
+her big finale. Her mask wobbled in and out of coherency, but the
+other children seemed oblivious to its significance. She had gained a
+fuzzy penumbra. Was she having second thoughts?
-"My father doesn’t know I know this, but... he’s a secret agent!"
+"My father doesn't know I know this, but... _he's a secret agent!"_
-Gasps for air. Unintelligible, involuntary vocalizations.
+Gasps for air. Unintelligible, involuntary vocalizations.
Here I would have the last laugh: her schoolmates would soon learn
that I was little more than a drunk who had abused his children and
We would see how Violet would recover from this blow to her
credibility.
-Relaxing at home, Violet took her time moving her belongings into my
-den. Margaret hadn’t even complained about the mess. From time to
-time, Tommy would stop by. Near the end he could barely contain his
-disapproval of the new decor. Pink stripes and red carpeting; plus
-all of Violet’s junk. But in deference to Margaret’s authority, he
-said nothing.
-It’s too bad he didn’t speak up. Some friction might have slowed
+Relaxing at home, Violet took her time moving her belongings into
+my den. Margaret hadn't even complained about the mess. From time to
+time, Tommy would stop by. Near the end he could barely contain his
+disapproval of the new decor. Pink stripes and red carpeting; plus all
+of Violet's junk. But in deference to Margaret's authority, he said
+nothing.
+
+It's too bad he didn't speak up. Some friction might have slowed
Violet down.
-Emboldened by the great success of her first deception, Violet would
-soon go to work on her mother.
+Emboldened by the great success of her first deception, Violet
+would soon go to work on her mother.
+
KUDEN
Tommy and his group made their way over to the 9th green.
-"This is the 9th green," Piro announced."Please stack your lunches, or
-line them up neatly along the outer edge of the training area. It
-would be appreciated if you could put the lunches into your gear bags,
-if there is no extra room along the tree line. It will be a while
-before we are ready for a snack."
+"This is the 9th green," Piro announced. "Please stack your
+lunches, or line them up neatly along the outer edge of the training
+area. It would be appreciated if you could put the lunches into your
+gear bags, if there is no extra room along the tree line. It will be a
+while before we are ready for a snack."
Most of the boys complied.
"Yes, Dante?"
-"Ralph isn’t here."
+"Ralph isn't here."
-"Isn’t here?"
+"Isn't here?"
-"He hasn’t caught up with us yet. I think he spilled his gear bag in
-one of the sand traps."
+"He hasn't caught up with us yet. I think he spilled his gear bag
+in one of the sand traps."
"I see."
Piro dispatched a pair of camp counselors to fetch Ralph.
-"Now. Tommy, please attack Dante with your hanbo."
+"Now. Tommy, please attack Dante with your _hanbo."_
-Hesitantly, Tommy rose to his feet. His camp uniform flapped in the
-cool breeze. Standing in the darkness, he could no longer make Dante
+Hesitantly, Tommy rose to his feet. His camp uniform flapped in the
+cool breeze. Standing in the darkness, he could no longer make Dante
out against the tree line.
So, improvise.
-Tommy lunged wildly, waving his hanbo around like a parade flag. He
-ended up taking three or four steps towards where Dante ought to have
-been standing. He was starting to wonder if he should adjust course
-when he felt what seemed to be a hand brushing against his visor,
-which caused him to blink uncontrollably. This disrupted his
-movements such that he fell directly onto his face. A beat later,
-Dante had tripped over his own hanbo and fallen on top of him.
+Tommy lunged wildly, waving his _hanbo_ around like a parade flag.
+He ended up taking three or four steps towards where Dante ought to
+have been standing. He was starting to wonder if he should adjust
+course when he felt what seemed to be a hand brushing against his
+visor, which caused him to blink uncontrollably. This disrupted his
+movements such that he fell directly onto his face. A beat later,
+Dante had tripped over his own _hanbo_ and fallen on top of him.
-"Saru mo ki kara ochiru," Piro said, extending an arm towards Tommy to
-help him up."I see the problem. Because of the darkness, you are both
-effectively blind."
+_"Saru mo ki kara ochiru,"_ Piro said, extending an arm towards
+Tommy to help him up. "I see the problem. Because of the darkness, you
+are both effectively blind."
"No shit," said one of the other boys.
-"Actually," Tommy ventured,"Because of my visor, if I had enabled the
-functionality, I would be quite able to see in the dark."
-Piro was not impressed."Yes. Then that explains your fall."
+"Actually," Tommy ventured, "Because of my visor, if I had enabled
+the functionality, I would be quite able to see in the dark."
+
+Piro was not impressed. "Yes. Then that explains your fall."
-"I tripped! What do you want from me?"
+"I tripped! What do you want from me?"
"Get up."
-It went on like this for several hours. The nine boys finding any and
-every excuse to fall on their asses, and Piro obliging them happily.
-I don’t know about the Agency, but I was certainly getting my money’s
-worth. At a certain point, the two older students returned with Ralph
-in tow. It had taken them quite a while to coax him out of the sand
-trap.
+
+It went on like this for several hours. The nine boys finding any
+and every excuse to fall on their asses, and Piro obliging them
+happily. I don't know about the Agency, but I was certainly getting my
+money's worth. At a certain point, the two older students returned
+with Ralph in tow. It had taken them quite a while to coax him out of
+the sand trap.
He had lost a contact.
-"Ralph. Please. Attack Tommy with your hanbo."
+"Ralph. Please. Attack Tommy with your _hanbo."_
-"My...? Oh. I left that back at the cabin."
+"My...? Oh. I left that back at the cabin."
-"I see. Here, you may use mine."
+"I see. Here, you may use mine."
-"Oh. Well... Sure."
+"Oh. Well... Sure."
-Ralph assumed an offensive posture and then tore off running towards
-Tommy. Only, Tommy standing wasn’t where he had been, moments before.
-Nothing was where Tommy had been. Ralph looked around. It was nearly
-pitch black. All he could distinguish in the night was the tops of
-the trees. He could not even see his own feet.
+Ralph assumed an offensive posture and then tore off running
+towards Tommy. Only, Tommy standing wasn't where he had been, moments
+before. _Nothing_ was where Tommy had been. Ralph looked around. It was
+nearly pitch black. All he could distinguish in the night was the tops
+of the trees. He could not even see his own feet.
-Ralph’s optic revelation was interrupted by the unlikely sensation of
-his left arm being wrenched fully out of its socket. Tommy had
-somehow entangled his arm with his own short staff. As Ralph cried
-out Tommy sank deeper into his stance, fully applying the technique.
-At length he released the pressure and fell back into a defensive
-stance. Ralph collapsed to the ground, writhing and spitting, nursing
-his damaged limb. Through his tears, he could just make out Tommy’s
+Ralph's optic revelation was interrupted by the unlikely sensation
+of his left arm being wrenched fully out of its socket. Tommy had
+somehow entangled his arm with his own short staff. As Ralph cried out
+Tommy sank deeper into his stance, fully applying the technique. At
+length he released the pressure and fell back into a defensive stance.
+Ralph collapsed to the ground, writhing and spitting, nursing his
+damaged limb. Through his tears, he could just make out Tommy's
silhouette, skylined against the clouds above the trees.
-"Oh bull shit," cried Ralph."I quit!"
+"Oh bull_shit,"_ cried Ralph. "I quit!"
+
-Towards the end of the training session, Piro began to pick on Tommy.
+Towards the end of the training session, Piro began to pick on
+Tommy.
"Tommy, with me."
-"Again? But I’ve gone the last ten times in a row."
+"Again? But I've gone the last ten times in a row."
-"What can I say? You’re good at falling. Let’s see if you can keep
-it up even when you’re tired."
+"What can I say? You're good at falling. Let's see if you can keep
+it up even when you're tired."
-"It’s a shit parade and you’re riding the big float," said one of the
-other boys.
+"It's a shit parade and you're riding the big float," said one of
+the other boys.
-Piro triangulated the reverberations and then pointed directly at the
-source of the remark.
+Piro triangulated the reverberations and then pointed directly at
+the source of the remark.
-"You’re next."
+"You're next."
-In the middle of Piro’s sentence Tommy launched himself into the air,
-a full-body tackle aimed squarely at Piro’s chest. He could feel
-himself making contact even before it happened. On this, his first
-day of training, his confidence as a fighter was already on the rise.
-He was a natural not only at strategy, but even at the blunt, physical
+In the middle of Piro's sentence Tommy launched himself into the
+air, a full-body tackle aimed squarely at Piro's chest. He could feel
+himself making contact even before it happened. On this, his first day
+of training, his confidence as a fighter was already on the rise. He
+was a natural not only at strategy, but even at the blunt, physical
stuff.
-Piro stepped lightly out of the way of Tommy’s assault, digging his
-fingers into the slim space between his visor and his face. He
-twisted Tommy’s body around in a spiral, somehow gaining the leverage
-to flip himself over Tommy’s back. Next, the equal and opposite
-reaction: Piro’s movement sent Tommy hurtling over his head into a
-tree. The boy went limp and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
+Piro stepped lightly out of the way of Tommy's assault, digging his
+fingers into the slim space between his visor and his face. He twisted
+Tommy's body around in a spiral, somehow gaining the leverage to flip
+himself over Tommy's back. Next, the equal and opposite reaction:
+Piro's movement sent Tommy hurtling over his head into a tree. The boy
+went limp and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
+
+"We're finished here for tonight, boys. We'll meet on the 9th green
+again tomorrow, after the cookout. Twenty-three hundred hours, sharp."
-"We’re finished here for tonight, boys. We’ll meet on the 9th green
-again tomorrow, after the cookout. Twenty-three hundred hours,
-sharp."
+Immediately following Piro's departure, Dante rose to the occasion.
+He knelt over Tommy's inert body and began to take down his trousers.
-Immediately following Piro’s departure, Dante rose to the occasion.
-He knelt over Tommy’s inert body and began to take down his trousers.
+"Come on guys. We'll give him a Scottish Samurai while he's
+asleep."
-"Come on guys. We’ll give him a Scottish Samurai while he’s asleep."
CLASS 68
tags: 1968, 1983, dante, piro, ralph, reginald, tab1, tab2
-"I hate Ohio! It’s crazier than a dick in an ashtray out here!"
+"I hate Ohio! It's crazier than a dick in an ashtray out here!"
-"Son, I don’t care if the instructor cuts your fingers off. Your
-tuition is costing taxpayers money. Think NASA. You suck it up and
+"Son, I don't care if the instructor cuts your fingers off. Your
+tuition is costing taxpayers money. Think NASA. You suck it up and
make me proud."
-"This combatatives SME... Piro. They tell me he has photographic
+"This combatatives SME... Piro. They tell me he has photographic
reflexes."
"Yes."
"Dad..."
-"I trained with his father. He’ll get you off to a good start. Learn
-your basics. Then you can complain."
+"I trained with his father. He'll get you off to a good start.
+Learn your basics. Then you can complain."
-"I’m experiencing some mild discomfort, Dad."
+"I'm experiencing some mild discomfort, Dad."
-"I should say you are! Remember, I’m familiar with your physical
-stats. The pain will pass."
+"I should say you are! Remember, I'm familiar with your physical
+stats. The pain will pass."
-"Whatever. I guess. My knees feel like toothpaste."
+"Whatever. I guess. My knees feel like toothpaste."
-Tommy clicked off and straightened his uniform. Shortly, a tram would
-arrive to take the boys bar hopping. First on the itinerary was THE
-VULVA POLE. Reginald’s idea. Tommy hoped they would have time to
-grab a bite to eat before moving on to THE TIZENAUS. Dante’s idea.
-He spun through his calendar app. Scheduling headaches, even at camp.
-"A pigeon can’t drop shit if it never flew."
+Tommy clicked off and straightened his uniform. Shortly, a tram
+would arrive to take the boys bar hopping. First on the itinerary was
+THE VULVA POLE. Reginald's idea. Tommy hoped they would have time to
+grab a bite to eat before moving on to THE TIZENAUS. Dante's idea. He
+spun through his calendar app. Scheduling headaches, even at camp.
-The password was correct. Tommy minimized the lock and a few of the
+"A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew."
+
+The password was correct. Tommy minimized the lock and a few of the
guys from his class ambled into his room.
-Reginald appraised the situation. Tommy was going overt.
+Reginald appraised the situation. Tommy was going overt.
-"I see. We’re assuming the ladies can’t resist the uniform."
+"I see. We're assuming the ladies can't resist the uniform."
-"Where’s Ralph," Tommy asked, smoothing down the front of his jacket.
-Reginald always had the freshest gear.
+"Where's Ralph," Tommy asked, smoothing down the front of his
+jacket. Reginald always had the freshest gear.
-"Fapping in his room again," said Reginald."We didn’t interrupt."
+"Fapping in his room again," said Reginald. "We didn't interrupt."
-"Just as well," Tommy sighed."We’re all logged out, right?"
+"Just as well," Tommy sighed. "We're all logged out, right?"
"Probably not Ralph."
-"Oh right. I guess he doesn’t mind that they log everything we do."
+"Oh right. I guess he doesn't mind that they log everything we do."
+
+"For him, I think that's part of the appeal."
-"For him, I think that’s part of the appeal."
-Click. Click.
+Click. Click.
Shoulder almost out of joint.
-Piro eased the pressure only slightly, but it was enough for Tommy to
-snake out of his hold.
+Piro eased the pressure only slightly, but it was enough for Tommy
+to snake out of his hold.
-"You had better hope you didn’t let me go on purpose. Sir."
+"You had better hope you didn't let me go on purpose. Sir."
-Piro didn’t answer, so Tommy continued.
+Piro didn't answer, so Tommy continued.
-"I guess you didn’t see that coming. It’s a little something I’ve
-been working on with the guys. I must create a system or be enslaved
-by another man’s."
+"I guess you didn't see that coming. It's a little something I've
+been working on with the guys. _I must create a system or be enslaved
+by another man's."_
-"Blake. Good. I assume you’re telling me that you haven’t yet
+"Blake. Good. I assume you're telling me that you haven't yet
mastered the techniques I assigned to you."
-"Well, I haven’t engaged in rote memorization. But I’ll assume the
-fact that I’m standing over here, no longer restrained by your hold,
-indicates that I’ve familiarized myself with the basic principles."
+"Well, I haven't engaged in rote memorization. But I'll assume the
+fact that I'm standing over here, no longer restrained by your hold,
+indicates that I've familiarized myself with the basic principles."
-Tommy’s posture didn’t alter. Piro’s gaze remained steady. The other
-boys in the training group thought anything could happen.
+Tommy's posture didn't alter. Piro's gaze remained steady. The
+other boys in the training group thought anything could happen.
-"Talking to me that way is... ridiculous."
+"Talking to me that way is... ridiculous."
-"Doing this for three hours a day is ridiculous. Do you really think
-I’m learning anything from you?"
+"Doing this for three hours a day is ridiculous. Do you really
+think I'm learning anything from you?"
Piro continued to stare.
-"Boys, take five. Tommy. Over here."
+"Boys, take five. Tommy. Over here."
"What, you want some more of this?"
-"I think you’ll understand once we begin."
+"I think you'll understand once we begin."
+
-I guess really I should have stayed glued to the monitors. After all,
-it was my son. But I couldn’t study every moment of his experience.
-That probably marks me as a bad parent.
+I guess really I should have stayed glued to the monitors. After
+all, it was my son. But I couldn't study every moment of his
+experience. That probably marks me as a bad parent.
-I’ve no defense.
+I've no defense.
-I had originally intended to be present for his graduation, but at the
-last minute I was called away to put out fires in another department.
-Quotas.
+I had originally intended to be present for his graduation, but at
+the last minute I was called away to put out fires in another
+department. Quotas.
I hold onto this earliest transcript because somehow, the later
-material is no longer extant. The available photos are even older.
-For some reason, mixed in with the logs from the camp, there are old
-snapshots from Tommy’s primary school. Evidently, that’s all that’s
-left from the surveillance we ran. I’d ask Piro about it but let’s
-just say we’re no longer on speaking terms.
+material is no longer extant. The available photos are even older. For
+some reason, mixed in with the logs from the camp, there are old
+snapshots from Tommy's primary school. Evidently, that's all that's
+left from the surveillance we ran. I'd ask Piro about it but let's
+just say we're no longer on speaking terms.
+
[Interruption as I answer incoming messages.]
-In the end, I hope Tommy can live up to his early promise. When I
+
+In the end, I hope Tommy can live up to his early promise. When I
lost track of him he was well on his way to providing excellent ROI.
-Even with the ego problem. Essentially, he was a sure thing.
+Even with the ego problem. Essentially, he was a sure thing.
-just yet. If he stayed in.
+'68 was a long time ago, but not so long ago that he'd be inactive
+just yet. If he stayed in.
-I should look him up. He’s probably not that hard to find. With my
+I should look him up. He's probably not that hard to find. With my
access.
-What am I saying. I’m retired.
+What am I saying. I'm retired.
+
DULL CARE
tags: 1969, tab1, theodore_roosevelt, volume_1
-"Well well, I’ve not seen one of these in quite some time."
+"Well well, I've not seen one of _these_ in quite some time."
-Our cell was crammed floor to ceiling with the things, box upon box,
-but for some reason, the weathered newsprint of this particular comic
-book held singular importance. He was being very careful with it, and
-I had to cough into my shirtsleeve to mask an involuntary guffaw. He
-stowed the comic’s bag and backing board before he continued.
+Our cell was crammed floor to ceiling with the things, box upon
+box, but for some reason, the weathered newsprint of _this_ particular
+comic book held singular importance. He was being very careful with
+it, and I had to cough into my shirtsleeve to mask an involuntary
+guffaw. He stowed the comic's bag and backing board before he
+continued.
-"Just look at it. I’d grade this as at least a VF/NM. Unfortunately
-it wasn’t slabbed. You see, there once existed any number of
-companies that would take a comic book and grade it meticulously
-before sealing it permanently in archival grade plastic, which would
-guaranteeâ•”"
+"Just look at it. I'd grade this as at least a VF/NM. Unfortunately
+it wasn't slabbed. You see, there once existed any number of companies
+that would take a comic book and grade it meticulously before sealing
+it permanently in archival grade plastic, which would guarantee--"
-"I know what ’slabbing’ means," I said.
+"I know what 'slabbing' means," I said.
He was talking in captions now.
Volume_1 had the largest comic book collection in the entire cell
-block. This was significant as, in our facility, comic books were
-traded as currency. In point of fact, these specific comic books were
-valued as well above average reads. I don’t mean to pun: they were
+block. This was significant as, in our facility, comic books were
+traded as currency. In point of fact, these specific comic books were
+valued as well above average reads. I don't mean to pun: they were
literally encoded with information critical to the continuity of the
United States government.
This was all he managed to tell me before we were interrupted.
-"Shh! Someone’s coming!"
+"Shh! Someone's coming!"
-Volume_1 was desperate to get the issue back into its bag, board and
-long box. I couldn’t figure out why; there were plenty of comics in
-our cell to go around.
+Volume_1 was desperate to get the issue back into its bag, board
+and long box. I couldn't figure out why; there were plenty of comics
+in our cell to go around.
We could hear them talking.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
-After the guards had passed, I turned back to Volume_1."I don’t think
-I’ve ever asked you why you were in here."
+After the guards had passed, I turned back to Volume_1. "I don't
+think I've ever asked you why you were in here."
-"I kept sending these instant messages. My manager was monitoring.
-Frequently, I guess. Evidently, the content of my messages offended
-his protected sensibilities. Based on his religion. Felony
+"I kept sending these instant messages. My manager was monitoring.
+Frequently, I guess. Evidently, the content of my messages offended
+his protected sensibilities. Based on his religion. Felony
Insensitivity."
-"I see. Which heresy?"
+"I see. Which heresy?"
"Chicago Cubs."
Volume_1 went back to his comic book and I watched him flip through
it, gingerly supporting its spine on the flat of his hand.
+
Soft chimes surfaced slowly at the periphery of my awareness,
-progressively drawing into focus. It was time for Volume_1’s shift.
-He stopped extracting comics from yet another long box and scooted it
-back under his bunk. Bushed, I stretched out for a short nap.
+progressively drawing into focus. It was time for Volume_1's shift. He
+stopped extracting comics from yet another long box and scooted it
+back under his bunk. Bushed, I stretched out for a short nap.
-At least, that’s how I made it look to Volume_1.
+At least, that's how I made it look to Volume_1.
As soon as he vacated the cell I pounced back to the floor, removed
-the false panel and pulled out my kit and belt. I tore open a new
+the false panel and pulled out my kit and belt. I tore open a new
packet of FalseHand, deposited the wrapper, and in the same swift
-motion pressed the delete button on the trash bin. I waved my hand in
+motion pressed the delete button on the trash bin. I waved my hand in
front of the cell door and exited onto the balcony, where I was
-greeted with quite a lot of hustle and bustle. Most of the workers
-were scattering about between shifts. Volume_1 would return within
+greeted with quite a lot of hustle and bustle. Most of the workers
+were scattering about between shifts. Volume_1 would return within
sixteen hours, so my timetable had to be executed with precision, not
-skipping any beats. Fortunately, as a professional, I had been
-expertly trained. There would be no problem meeting (or perhaps
+skipping any beats. Fortunately, as a professional, I had been
+expertly trained. There would be no problem meeting (or perhaps
exceeding) the requirements of my schedule.
-My ride was idling on the roof. As I approached the air vehicle,
-rotor backwash batted my hair around my face. Annoyed, I tied it
-back. A man strapped to a gurney was removed from the back seat
-before I boarded. He looked to be in bad shape.
+My ride was idling on the roof. As I approached the air vehicle,
+rotor backwash batted my hair around my face. Annoyed, I tied it back.
+A man strapped to a gurney was removed from the back seat before I
+boarded. He looked to be in bad shape.
-I observed the red cross of the landing pad shrinking into nothingness
-as we pulled away from the complex. The pilot of the helicopter gave
-me a thumbs up but I stared past him, blandly, lacking any awareness
-of his gesture. Outside of the building my implants had kicked in and
-I was now sorting my mail.
+I observed the red cross of the landing pad shrinking into
+nothingness as we pulled away from the complex. The pilot of the
+helicopter gave me a thumbs up but I stared past him, blandly, lacking
+any awareness of his gesture. Outside of the building my implants had
+kicked in and I was now sorting my mail.
Zoom.
-Half an hour later they put me down near Monte Rio. By this time I’d
-changed into a sweater and khakis. A Mercedes idled ponderously about
-a hundred yards down the road, trickling exhaust runoff onto the
-pavement. I lugged my duffel behind me, finally heaving it into the
-car’s trunk. Off to one side the driver stood motionless, grinning.
-Clearly, he was amused at my efforts to avoid breaking a sweat. He
+
+Half an hour later they put me down near Monte Rio. By this time
+I'd changed into a sweater and khakis. A Mercedes idled ponderously
+about a hundred yards down the road, trickling exhaust runoff onto the
+pavement. I lugged my duffel behind me, finally heaving it into the
+car's trunk. Off to one side the driver stood motionless, grinning.
+Clearly, he was amused at my efforts to avoid breaking a sweat. He
kept standing there and eventually I figured out that he was waiting
-for some sort of a tip. His remarkable audacity gave me a chuckle, so
+for some sort of a tip. His remarkable audacity gave me a chuckle, so
I dug around in my bag and passed him an old, rolled-up comic book
-from the collection in my cell. He jammed it into his back pocket,
+from the collection in my cell. He jammed it into his back pocket,
quickly, quietly, betraying no reaction, so as not to be observed by
-the departing chopper pilot. Obviously, he was used to this sort of
-transaction. Seemingly satisfied, the driver took his place behind
-the wheel of the Mercedes and we sped off through the countryside.
+the departing chopper pilot. Obviously, he was used to this sort of
+transaction. Seemingly satisfied, the driver took his place behind the
+wheel of the Mercedes and we sped off through the countryside.
-We accelerated into a steady incline, passing through many stands of
-trees before finally arriving at a very small entryway that branched
-off of the main highway.
+We accelerated into a steady incline, passing through many stands
+of trees before finally arriving at a very small entryway that
+branched off of the main highway.
The driver navigated the Mercedes through a series of security
-checkpoints, and soon I was deposited into one of the"new member"
-parking lots of the Green. Presently, a small, open-roof shuttle
+checkpoints, and soon I was deposited into one of the "new member"
+parking lots of the Green. Presently, a small, open-roof shuttle
appeared, ready to escort me through the main gates of the encampment.
-The trees of the Green were monstrous. I mean to say that literally:
-I was half-convinced they were moving. Of course, they weren’t. I
-detected no other signs of life in the general vicinity. No animals.
-The hiking trails were deserted.
-Not all was dead: I rounded a curve in the path and spotted my first
-vantage point, glowing yellow, centered in my field of vision.
+The trees of the Green were monstrous. I mean to say that
+literally: I was half-convinced they were moving. Of course, they
+weren't. I detected no other signs of life in the general vicinity. No
+animals. The hiking trails were deserted.
-The tree was quite large. It would do.
+Not all was dead: I rounded a curve in the path and spotted my
+first vantage point, glowing yellow, centered in my field of vision.
-I hoisted my bags onto my perch, then setup the comms package before
-unjacking myself and turning on the beacon. I waited for the trigger.
+The tree was quite large. It would do.
+
+I hoisted my bags onto my perch, then setup the comms package
+before unjacking myself and turning on the beacon. I waited for the
+trigger.
Nothing.
-The by-laws of the Green forbade surveillance equipment of any kind.
-I now surmised that this policy was enforced through active
-intervention, jamming of a sort I was not familiar with. My
-chronometer didn’t even work. I would have to go manual.
+The by-laws of the Green forbade surveillance equipment of any
+kind. I now surmised that this policy was enforced through active
+intervention, jamming of a sort I was not familiar with. My
+chronometer didn't even work. I would have to go manual.
I climbed down from the tree just as the sun was creeping below the
horizon and commenced wandering along paths, searching for Bannister
Colon.
+
When I found him, he was pulling on a Hawaiian cigar and waxing
-political with a few friends in front of a large, gas bonfire. The
-Eagle’s Nest loomed beyond, wavering in and out of coherency through
-the flames and smoke. The trees seemed to be swallowing it and
+political with a few friends in front of a large, gas bonfire. The
+Eagle's Nest loomed beyond, wavering in and out of coherency through
+the flames and smoke. The trees seemed to be swallowing it and
spitting it back out again, unsure of its potential toxicity.
"The high ground is attained through the stacking of bodies,"
My man Colon.
-The others cackled, extending a wave of unrestrained mirth along the
-necklace of fat bellies draped around the bonfire’s ashen neck. Each
-man appeared to have modeled his personal grooming and liturgical
+The others cackled, extending a wave of unrestrained mirth along
+the necklace of fat bellies draped around the bonfire's ashen neck.
+Each man appeared to have modeled his personal grooming and liturgical
wardrobe upon that of President Theodore Roosevelt, patron saint of
-the Green. The aesthetic was an unfortunate portrait of crass
-largess. The body language a study in historical inaccuracy. Our
-former President would have been appalled at such a display. I
-shuddered despite myself.
+the Green. The aesthetic was an unfortunate portrait of crass largess.
+The body language a study in historical inaccuracy. Our former
+President would have been appalled at such a display. I shuddered
+despite myself.
+
+Indeed, this was a strange scene: to a man they reclined completely
+in the buff, from balding head to lotioned, shoeless foot.
-Indeed, this was a strange scene: to a man they reclined completely in
-the buff, from balding head to lotioned, shoeless foot.
+_Preverts._
-Preverts.
-The Prevert tradition is older than the technology that makes it
+The _Prevert_ tradition is older than the technology that makes it
possible.
It took me a while to wrap my head around that one.
-I’m only aware of the technology’s existence because my grandfather
-was a member of the Green. Otherwise I would never have been selected
-for this mission. Traditionally, problems within the Green are
-handled internally.
+I'm only aware of the technology's existence because my grandfather
+was a member of the Green. Otherwise I would never have been selected
+for this mission. Traditionally, problems within the Green are handled
+internally.
-Membership is not hereditary. I was never invited into the ranks of
-the Green itself. Not that I would have joined them even if offered
-the chance. By the time I was of age I had long since departed for
+Membership is not hereditary. I was never invited into the ranks of
+the Green itself. Not that I would have joined them even if offered
+the chance. By the time I was of age I had long since departed for
Iran, exercised my own unique will and signed on for my first tour of
duty in the armed forces, trudging hip-deep into my own army of
olive-skinned bodies.
Obviously, that was only a cover story.
+
Before long things started to pick up around the bonfire, activity
sparking within the self-satisfied circle of fat.
-From out of nowhere each man produced a small device and strapped it
-to his hand. Instantly, the bonfire extinguished itself and the
-surrounding woods fell silent. Only the sound of the men’s chattering
+From out of nowhere each man produced a small device and strapped
+it to his hand. Instantly, the bonfire extinguished itself and the
+surrounding woods fell silent. Only the sound of the men's chattering
teeth broke the stillness, settling into a steady rhythm that
resonated unpleasantly in my skull.
-I began to hear what sounded like an injured animal, whimpering softly
-from within the center of the makeshift circle. The fire was out, but
-I couldn’t imagine how it could have cooled so quickly, or how
-anything living could have survived the flames that had subsided only
-moments before.
+I began to hear what sounded like an injured animal, whimpering
+softly from within the center of the makeshift circle. The fire was
+out, but I couldn't imagine how it could have cooled so quickly, or
+how anything living could have survived the flames that had subsided
+only moments before.
-The men’s mouths spread wide and their chattering teeth became
-visible, reflecting in the sickly moonlight. I felt something hard
-coalesce in the pit of my stomach. For some reason the scene was
-affecting me physically. A hint of the taste of vomit trickled into
-my mouth.
+The men's mouths spread wide and their chattering teeth became
+visible, reflecting in the sickly moonlight. I felt something hard
+coalesce in the pit of my stomach. For some reason the scene was
+affecting me physically. A hint of the taste of vomit trickled into my
+mouth.
-A child had appeared. A boy.
+A child had appeared. A boy.
Dumbly, he bounced between the bare bellies, clawing and scratching
-and kicking against the men of the circle. They didn’t seem concerned
-with his evident distress. Blood seeped from some of the scratches he
+and kicking against the men of the circle. They didn't seem concerned
+with his evident distress. Blood seeped from some of the scratches he
was inflicting, against the men and against himself.
-Oblivious, he didn’t seem to care. Lacking in empathy, the men didn’t
-care either.
+Oblivious, he didn't seem to care. Lacking in empathy, the men
+didn't care either.
I never cared for this part of the process, myself.
-Preverts rape themselves.
-According to legend, it goes back to Caesar. Symbolically, anyway.
+_Preverts_ rape themselves.
+
+According to legend, it goes back to Caesar. Symbolically, anyway.
Candidates in the world-ruling business have long been vetted through
an exotic procession of pomp and ritual.
-The technology I mentioned truly is remarkable. It’s not exactly time
-travel, per se, because the men themselves, the initiators, don’t
-actually travel through time. The same holds true for their victims.
-Rather, space is bent in such a way that interaction with the past is
-non-paradoxical. Lateral. Frankly, it’s beyond me. I’ve seen it in
-action so I no longer try to make sense of it. It just works.
+The technology I mentioned truly is remarkable. It's not exactly
+time travel, _per se,_ because the men themselves, the initiators,
+don't actually travel through time. The same holds true for their
+victims. Rather, _space_ is bent in such a way that interaction with
+the past is non-paradoxical. Lateral. Frankly, it's beyond me. I've
+seen it in action so I no longer try to make sense of it. It just
+works.
I shifted uncomfortably as the service continued.
Each man, when it was his turn, spit out his cigar and touched the
-surface of his wrist device. The boy would jerk uncontrollably
-towards him, drawing temporarily into his grasp. Simultaneous with
-this motion, the child’s face morphed to resemble that of his captor,
-uncannily regressed to childhood. This alternating promenade
-continued for some time, though the participants were carrying out
-their observance at an unnerving pace. As each man embraced the boy
-he continued to whimper, weakly, and my skull tightened around my
-brain.
+surface of his wrist device. The boy would jerk uncontrollably towards
+him, drawing temporarily into his grasp. Simultaneous with this
+motion, the child's face morphed to resemble that of his captor,
+uncannily regressed to childhood. This alternating promenade continued
+for some time, though the participants were carrying out their
+observance at an unnerving pace. As each man embraced the boy he
+continued to whimper, weakly, and my skull tightened around my brain.
With each tap of the wrist, a different face.
-My orders were clear: only interrupt them once they’d finished with
-what they’d come to do. It was imperative that the ritual proceed to
+My orders were clear: only interrupt them once they'd finished with
+what they'd come to do. It was imperative that the ritual proceed to
completion.
-Habitually, I always followed orders, even where inconvenient. That
-was my calling card. That was why they gave me these jobs. A Green
+Habitually, I always followed orders, even where inconvenient. That
+was my calling card. That was why they gave me these jobs. A Green
mission was no exception, on either account.
-Soon, the ritual concluded. It was time for me to intercede.
+Soon, the ritual concluded. It was time for me to intercede.
-I checked my weapons before leaping into the clearing. Then, with a
+I checked my weapons before leaping into the clearing. Then, with a
single, smooth motion, I laid down the entire congregation of
-important men. Nerve agent spilled across their undulating frames and
-splattered against the big wooden benches behind them. Sloppy.
-Uncharacteristically so. I paused to scold myself and clean up the
+important men. Nerve agent spilled across their undulating frames and
+splattered against the big wooden benches behind them. Sloppy.
+Uncharacteristically so. I paused to scold myself and clean up the
evidence.
-The organic material in the benches was starting to melt. Running out
-of time, I abandoned them.
+The organic material in the benches was starting to melt. Running
+out of time, I abandoned them.
-I made my way over to the boy. His features had stopped changing and
-now he wore the wrong face. Great.
+I made my way over to the boy. His features had stopped changing
+and now he wore the wrong face. Great.
Returning to the mound of boiling fat, I fished out the proper hand
-and used it to thumb the appropriate controller. Suddenly, the
-correct face coalesced on top of the boy’s body. I introduced myself
-and asked him a few questions.
+and used it to thumb the appropriate controller. Suddenly, the correct
+face coalesced on top of the boy's body. I introduced myself and asked
+him a few questions.
-"Son, what’s your name?"
+"Son, what's your name?"
"Thuh..."
"Yes?"
-"Th-Theodore... R-R-Roosevelt."
+"Th-Theodore... R-R-Roosevelt."
-The face. The Name. Not what I had expected.
+The face. The Name. Not what I had expected.
Definitely a bigger job than I was being paid for.
Frankly, I was appalled.
-But: Orders. Reputation. The things I actually cared about. I would
+But: Orders. Reputation. The things I actually cared about. I would
follow the script.
-I raised my weapon, logged in, and emptied my full clip into the boy’s
-face.
+I raised my weapon, logged in, and emptied my full clip into the
+boy's face.
Finally, the woods fell silent.
+
THE BAD STUDENT
tags: 1969, frankie_willard, prince, tab2, cheryl
-I tear a sheet from my notebook. After some fidgeting I manage to
-produce a cigarette. I lean back against the concrete wall of the
-building, my rat-tail poking into the scruff of my neck. It’s rather
-uncomfortable. There is a commotion from somewhere, over near the
-basketball courts. After a brief period of silence, the school bell
-rings. I curse, sub-audibly, taking my place in line. I’m careful
-not to crumple the cigarette as I conceal it within my sleeve.
+I tear a sheet from my notebook. After some fidgeting I manage to
+produce a cigarette. I lean back against the concrete wall of the
+building, my rat-tail poking into the scruff of my neck. It's rather
+uncomfortable. There is a commotion from somewhere, over near the
+basketball courts. After a brief period of silence, the school bell
+rings. I curse, sub-audibly, taking my place in line. I'm careful not
+to crumple the cigarette as I conceal it within my sleeve.
Recess is over.
-I’m antsy. I shift my weight from one leg to the other. This
+I'm antsy. I shift my weight from one leg to the other. This
jostling brings to mind Frankie Willard, made to stand with both feet
-planted inside of a single tile on the floor. Punishment for having
-spoken out of turn. Frankie complained that because of his great
-size, he would surely topple over if he were not permitted to sway
-from side to side. The teacher sarcastically denied his
-requestâ•”structural integrity be damned. No, Frankie would have to
-stand firmly within the square, maintaining his posture for the
-duration of the class. At the time, I too had regarded Frankie’s
-claims as spurious. Does an office building need to sway from side to
-side? It seemed ridiculous. A man should be able to stand still.
-
-Today I’m of a mind to view Frankie’s situation in a different light.
-Standing still in this line is impossible. Despite myself, I’ve begun
-to sway from side to side. Fuck it, Frankie was right all along.
-
-At the moment, no one is watching me. I disregard protocol and resume
-my cigarette. Smoke slinks from the burning cherry, a string of
-ten-dimensional nothingness. Or so I choose to perceive.
-
-The boy in front of me rotates his head to an obtuse azimuth, asks to
-bum a cig. I am more than happy to oblige. From my pocket I produce
-two slender folds of paper, offering one to my companion. He’s still
-in possession of the lighter I made for him, so we’re all set. Good
-to go. From time to time, I’m happy to supply free product, as a
-short demonstration will often serve to spark demand. When one’s
-business is illicit, establishing the perception of good-natured
-magnanimity is wise. Happy customers are quiet customers.
+planted inside of a single tile on the floor. Punishment for having
+spoken out of turn. Frankie complained that because of his great size,
+he would surely topple over if he were not permitted to sway from side
+to side. The teacher sarcastically denied his request -- structural
+integrity be damned. No, Frankie would have to stand firmly within the
+square, maintaining his posture for the duration of the class. At the
+time, I too had regarded Frankie's claims as spurious. Does an office
+building need to sway from side to side? It seemed ridiculous. A man
+should be able to stand still.
+
+Today I'm of a mind to view Frankie's situation in a different
+light. Standing still in this line is impossible. Despite myself, I've
+begun to sway from side to side. Fuck it, Frankie was right all along.
+
+At the moment, no one is watching me. I disregard protocol and
+resume my cigarette. Smoke slinks from the burning cherry, a string of
+ten-dimensional nothingness. Or so I choose to perceive.
+
+The boy in front of me rotates his head to an obtuse azimuth, asks
+to bum a cig. I am more than happy to oblige. From my pocket I produce
+two slender folds of paper, offering one to my companion. He's still
+in possession of the lighter I made for him, so we're all set. Good to
+go. From time to time, I'm happy to supply free product, as a short
+demonstration will often serve to spark demand. When one's business is
+illicit, establishing the perception of good-natured magnanimity is
+wise. Happy customers are quiet customers.
And quiet is a baseline necessity for my mission.
+
Just as the fresh cigarette taste is making itself apparent, our
-teacher pokes her head around the corner. She notices us stragglers,
-lately fallen away from the back of the line. She’s displeased to
-note that we’re still here, leaning up against the wall, each man
-enjoying an individual smoke. She approaches swiftly and proceeds to
-bend our ears. That’s when she realizes who I am. Quite comically,
-this new awareness halts her scolding, mid-sentence. She directs the
-other boys back to the classroom and then turns to me, a stupid look
-on her face. She pulls me by my rat-tail into a deserted corridor.
-The contact is exhilarating.
-
-I’m going to score.
-
-The woman has been shooting me these kinds of looks all semester. A
-couple of times she’s caught me adjusting my visor, straining to catch
-a peek through her blouse. Instead of voicing an objection she
-usually just smiles. It’s crossed my mind that she may even fancy my
-attempts to look down her shirt. Consider: she’s the only one of our
-first grade teachers who will wear shorts in summer. To my knowledge,
-this is technically against the rules. I turn these thoughts over in
-my mind, one after the other, as I consider my immediate future.
+teacher pokes her head around the corner. She notices us stragglers,
+lately fallen away from the back of the line. She's displeased to note
+that we're still here, leaning up against the wall, each man enjoying
+an individual smoke. She approaches swiftly and proceeds to bend our
+ears. That's when she realizes who I am. Quite comically, this new
+awareness halts her scolding, mid-sentence. She directs the other boys
+back to the classroom and then turns to me, a stupid look on her face.
+She pulls me by my rat-tail into a deserted corridor. The contact is
+exhilarating.
+
+I'm going to score.
+
+The woman has been shooting me these kinds of looks all semester. A
+couple of times she's caught me adjusting my visor, straining to catch
+a peek through her blouse. Instead of voicing an objection she usually
+just smiles. It's crossed my mind that she may even _fancy_ my attempts
+to look down her shirt. Consider: she's the only one of our first
+grade teachers who will wear shorts in summer. To my knowledge, this
+is technically against the rules. I turn these thoughts over in my
+mind, one after the other, as I consider my immediate future.
She tightens her grip on my shoulder.
I brace for a kiss.
Instead, she snatches the cigarette from my lips and sends it
-careening over her shoulder, skittering down the corridor. Well, that
-wasn’t quite what I expected. I think to myself that it’s convenient
-this corner of the building is devoid of traffic. Could she have
-planned our confrontation days, even weeks, in advance? Have things
-really progressed to that level? Gradually, the woman is drawing my
+careening over her shoulder, skittering down the corridor. Well, that
+wasn't quite what I expected. I think to myself that it's convenient
+this corner of the building is devoid of traffic. Could she have
+planned our confrontation days, even weeks, in advance? Have things
+really progressed to that level? Gradually, the woman is drawing my
attention to infinite new dimensions, threading my string through
myriad vortices, the resulting matrix a blunt satire of our
-tessellating material realm. She’s the teacher? I’m fit to burst.
+tessellating material realm. _She's_ the teacher? I'm fit to burst.
-She parts her lips as if to speak. Softly, softly.
+
+She parts her lips as if to speak. Softly, softly.
This must be it.
-"So. You believe that folding pieces of paper into the shape of a
-cigarette, then selling them to your classmates is a good way to make
-friends, Thomas?"
+"So. You believe that folding pieces of paper into the shape of a
+_cigarette,_ then _selling_ them to your classmates is a good way to
+make _friends,_ Thomas?"
-The tenderness I sensed only moments before is now vanished. She’s
-trying her best to be stern. I can’t say why, exactly, but this only
+The tenderness I sensed only moments before is now vanished. She's
+trying her best to be stern. I can't say why, exactly, but this only
excites me more.
"So far it seems to be working fine," I offer, straining, barely
-containing myself."I have plenty of friends."
+containing myself. "I have plenty of friends."
-"I’ve seen you outside, pretending to smoke, for weeks now. The
-students here look up to you, and I’m disappointed in how you’ve
-chosen to repay that trust. I want you to think of how you’re
+"I've seen you outside, pretending to smoke, for weeks now. The
+students here look up to you, and I'm disappointed in how you've
+chosen to repay that trust. I want you to think of how you're
influencing them, Thomas."
-"I’m not coercing anyone," I correct gently, so as not to rend the
-gossamer fragility of the moment."I’m simply providing a service.
-There’s an obvious demand and I’m only too happy to fill it. Surely
+"I'm not coercing anyone," I correct gently, so as not to rend the
+gossamer fragility of the moment. "I'm simply providing a service.
+There's an obvious demand and I'm only too happy to fill it. Surely
you realize, this sort of equitable transaction is the very basis of
-our free economy, which ensures the continuity ofâ•”"
+our free economy, which ensures the continuity of --"
She kisses me.
+
I break free.
-"â•”the very continuance of our society."
+"-- the very _continuance_ of our society."
-She doesn’t seem impressed with my argument.
+She doesn't seem impressed with my argument.
-From my jacket I produce a conspicuously pristine piece of equipment.
-The object fairly leaps from its place of concealment. She is
-somewhat startled, tries to mask her reaction, but the sudden
-adoration evident in her eyes will not be suppressed. Does she know
+From my jacket I produce a conspicuously pristine piece of
+equipment. The object fairly leaps from its place of concealment. She
+is somewhat startled, tries to mask her reaction, but the sudden
+adoration evident in her eyes will not be suppressed. Does she know
what this is, then, after all? Removing her hand slowly from my own,
I raise the object to my chest (her waist) and finger the switch that
-brings it to life. She jumps as a holographic image grows out of my
-palm. I have to adjust my visor again before I’m able to see it.
+brings it to life. She jumps as a holographic image grows out of my
+palm. I have to adjust my visor again before I'm able to see it.
-So, this is Prince Rogers Nelson. Not exactly an imposing figure, but
-in relation to his framing, here in my hand, it hardly matters.
+So, this is Prince Rogers Nelson. Not exactly an imposing figure,
+but in relation to his framing, here in my hand, it hardly matters.
Reports indicate that my teacher is quite enamored with this miniature
-entertainer. By all rights he was a fine composer, but some say he
+entertainer. By all rights he was a fine composer, but some say he
actually considered himself to be the physical reincarnation of the
-Egyptian Pharaoh Ahkanaten. There was a spate of controversy around
+Egyptian Pharaoh _Ahkanaten._ There was a spate of controversy around
the time he decided to found his own religion.
Whatever.
-The unexpected appearance of the tiny man seems to be doing the trick
-with my teacher. As PRN begins to vibrate, I angle him beneath her
-skirt.
+The unexpected appearance of the tiny man seems to be doing the
+trick with my teacher. As PRN begins to vibrate, I angle him beneath
+her skirt.
"Just lay back," says Prince.
She does as he says.
-While she is momentarily stunned, distracted, I remove the remaining
-contraband from my pockets, depositing several paper cigarettes onto
-the window ledge behind me. Shortly thereafter, the spring breeze
-carries them away, floating them ever downwards, towards the
-unnaturally green summer grass of the courtyard. All evidence of my
-wrongdoing thus disposed of, I snap closed my gadget and switch to
-manual, gazing deeply into my teacher’s eyes as I finish her off.
+While she is momentarily stunned, distracted, I remove the
+remaining contraband from my pockets, depositing several paper
+cigarettes onto the window ledge behind me. Shortly thereafter, the
+spring breeze carries them away, floating them ever downwards, towards
+the unnaturally green summer grass of the courtyard. All evidence of
+my wrongdoing thus disposed of, I snap closed my gadget and switch to
+manual, gazing deeply into my teacher's eyes as I finish her off.
-She’s some time in coming. But once sated, her body goes slack. At
+She's some time in coming. But once sated, her body goes slack. At
last, I relax my arm and place my hand on her exquisite breast.
-To my great surprise, she recoils. It seems I have ventured too far.
-She smiles awkwardly and pushes me away, leans her head out of the
-window to see what I’ve been up to all this time she’s been writhing
-under the ministrations of the holographic Prince. Her face shoots
-completely red, full of blood. The view from the window, of course,
-is unremarkable, but it’s not the landscaping below that concerns her.
-She sees the paper cigarettes scattered about the courtyard and
-deduces that they must belong to me.
-
-She begins to lecture me. Even these playthings, which are not real
-at all, still set a negative example for the other students. Such
-toys glorify the act of real smoking. I should have known better than
-to engage in this sort of thing while at school. The premises is also
-a commerce restricted zone, blah blah blah, etc. She is scrupulous to
+To my great surprise, she recoils. It seems I have ventured too
+far. She smiles awkwardly and pushes me away, leans her head out of
+the window to see what I've been up to all this time she's been
+writhing under the ministrations of the holographic Prince. Her face
+shoots completely red, full of blood. The view from the window, of
+course, is unremarkable, but it's not the landscaping below that
+concerns her. She sees the paper cigarettes scattered about the
+courtyard and deduces that they must belong to me.
+
+She begins to lecture me. Even these playthings, which are not real
+at all, still set a negative example for the other students. Such toys
+glorify the act of real smoking. I should have known better than to
+engage in this sort of thing while at school. The premises is also a
+commerce restricted zone, blah blah blah, etc. She is scrupulous to
avoid any mention of her orgasm, though I sense the experience is
still very much on her mind.
-Overall, it proves to be a lackluster brow-beating. I consider the
+Overall, it proves to be a lackluster brow-beating. I consider the
context of present events set against the larger backdrop of my
-mission and decide that her appraisal of my behavior is irrelevant.
-At twelve years of age, infiltrating the first grade has been a
-cakewalk. If this doesn’t boost my grade average I don’t know what
-will. I swear, I’m ready to graduate CU/FARLEY. Let’s hope my father
-and the Chief see things my way.
+mission and decide that her appraisal of my behavior is irrelevant. At
+twelve years of age, infiltrating the first grade has been a cakewalk.
+If this doesn't boost my grade average I don't know what will. I
+swear, I'm ready to graduate CU/FARLEY. Let's hope my father and the
+Chief see things my way.
I acknowledge her statements as I shove my hand into my pants and
scratch my groin.
As we return to the classroom, I reach out to hold her hand.
-I probably don’t have to tell you that I use the same hand.
+I probably don't have to tell you that I use the same hand.
+
UBICOMP
tags: 1969, potus, tab1
-There is a ring of teeth around my stick and I can’t pull it out. I
-ease back and forth, gently, but the mouth won’t let go. A sliver of
-saliva escapes, spreading first around my stick’s circumference, then
-down to its base. All at once the President’s head starts to move
+There is a ring of teeth around my stick and I can't pull it out. I
+ease back and forth, gently, but the mouth won't let go. A sliver of
+saliva escapes, spreading first around my stick's circumference, then
+down to its base. All at once the President's head starts to move
again.
-Textbook package delivery. Six calories of Turing gel forced into the
-digestive track of the mark. Freed from its carriage, some of the
-payload has already bonded firmly with the President’s teeth.
+Textbook package delivery. Six calories of Turing gel forced into
+the digestive track of the mark. Freed from its carriage, some of the
+payload has already bonded firmly with the President's teeth.
Presently, the liquid bootstraps itself into the machinery of
-surveillance. All logged in, phase one is complete. Other components
-of the payload make their way into the President’s circulatory system,
+surveillance. All logged in, phase one is complete. Other components
+of the payload make their way into the President's circulatory system,
compensating for various biological ticks that would otherwise prove
-fatal to the Commander In Chief. Phase two, loaded, completed.
+fatal to the Commander In Chief. Phase two, loaded, completed.
-I imagine there is something of an alkaline flavor. I don’t know how
-she can stand it.
+I imagine there is something of an alkaline flavor. I don't know
+how she can stand it.
-Without warning, an additional teaspoon-dollop of nutrient-rich paste
-shoots between the President’s lips. Slowly, it threads down her
-esophagus, coating her stomach’s lining. I swish my stick around a
+Without warning, an additional teaspoon-dollop of nutrient-rich
+paste shoots between the President's lips. Slowly, it threads down her
+esophagus, coating her stomach's lining. I swish my stick around a
bit, making sure that the gel, by now teaming with expensive hardware,
-gets a fair chance to take hold. She murmurs softly. I assume in
+gets a fair chance to take hold. She murmurs softly. I assume in
pleasure.
I glance at my watch.
-Over time, the rogue cells I’ve introduced will create new tissue.
-They’ll get into the business of subverting dendrite structures, which
-in turn (I’m told) will lead to the President’s conscious assent to
+Over time, the rogue cells I've introduced will create new tissue.
+They'll get into the business of subverting dendrite structures, which
+in turn (I'm told) will lead to the President's conscious assent to
our programs.
-Caveat: the gel will need to be administered on a regular basis. I
-assume I will be selected as the agent of delivery (it’s of no concern
-either wayâ•”there are numerous agents who are up to the task). In
-any case, the process will continue. Before the President knows what
-is happening, she will begin to crave the injections, find herself
-inexplicably drawn to the blunt insertion of stick into mouth.
-Lacking awareness, she’ll come to regard the process as a pleasure of
-her own devising. She may even develop an affinity for the taste.
-
-But enough of my speculation, however well-informed. Her mouth is
-upon me now, showing no sign of loosening its grip. Not losing
-suction. Her eyes have rolled back into her head. She’s become
-unresponsive. Even her gag reflex has gone dead.
-
-As an initial response to insertion, this faux catatonic state is not
-unusual. In my field-work I’ve observed that women will often slip
-into semi-consciousness once they’ve worked the Turing gel past their
-back teeth. In truth, I was quite alarmed the first time it happened.
+Caveat: the gel will need to be administered on a regular basis. I
+assume I will be selected as the agent of delivery (it's of no concern
+either way -- there are numerous agents who are up to the task). In
+any case, the process will continue. Before the President knows what
+is happening, she will begin to _crave_ the injections, find herself
+inexplicably drawn to the blunt insertion of stick into mouth. Lacking
+awareness, she'll come to regard the process as a pleasure of her own
+devising. She may even develop an affinity for the taste.
+
+But enough of my speculation, however well-informed. Her mouth is
+upon me now, showing no sign of loosening its grip. Not losing
+suction. Her eyes have rolled back into her head. She's become
+unresponsive. Even her gag reflex has gone dead.
+
+As an initial response to insertion, this _faux_ catatonic state is
+not unusual. In my field-work I've observed that women will often slip
+into semi-consciousness once they've worked the Turing gel past their
+back teeth. In truth, I was quite alarmed the first time it happened.
Maybe I had dribbled psychoactive sedative onto the tip of my cock, I
-thought to myself. But no, this brief period of unconsciousness tends
+thought to myself. But no, this brief period of unconsciousness tends
to be shallow, tends to pass quickly.
-I decide to sneak a peek, to see how she’s coming along. Her mouth
+I decide to sneak a peek, to see how she's coming along. Her mouth
glides smoothly on a thick lather of saliva, sealed by the walls of
-her throat. Her head bobs up and down, gently rotating, rhythmically
-advancing and retreating across the length of my equipment. She’s
+her throat. Her head bobs up and down, gently rotating, rhythmically
+advancing and retreating across the length of my equipment. She's
quite awake now and seems to have swallowed her cares.
-A strand of the President’s hair has caught on my watchband, but I’m
-reluctant to interrupt her work.
+A strand of the President's hair has caught on my watchband, but
+I'm reluctant to interrupt her work.
-I nudge her lovingly on the ear and her entire head shifts weight to
-the other side. Her eyes flick open and she smiles as she releases my
-stick, seemingly unaware of the considerable amount of time that has
-passed. I slide out, drawing a trail of spit between myself and her
-tongue, which she stares at quizzically before flashing a mischievous
-grin and then aggressively chewing it all back into her mouth.
-Ordinarily this would be fine, but a pool of spittle has coalesced
-around my scrotum, and now it traces the contour of my buttocks. It
-is cold.
+I nudge her lovingly on the ear and her entire head shifts weight
+to the other side. Her eyes flick open and she smiles as she releases
+my stick, seemingly unaware of the considerable amount of time that
+has passed. I slide out, drawing a trail of spit between myself and
+her tongue, which she stares at quizzically before flashing a
+mischievous grin and then aggressively chewing it all back into her
+mouth. Ordinarily this would be fine, but a pool of spittle has
+coalesced around my scrotum, and now it traces the contour of my
+buttocks. It is cold.
A pink square blips in the lower-left of my vision, telling me that
the Turing cells have gained purchase.
I engage the President verbally as she re-applies her lipstick and
-adjusts her coiffure.
+adjusts her _coiffure._
I start making excuses, looking for a way out of the room.
+
ALL THAT IS
tags: 1970, missus_camilla, violet
-Violet used her stylus to press against the reflective surface of her
-school leaf. Presently, a margin message from Missus Camilla
+Violet used her stylus to press against the reflective surface of
+her school leaf. Presently, a margin message from Missus Camilla
appeared, signaling the class to begin writing.
Violet began:
+
Words are insufficient to communicate all that is.
-Having ’a problem’ with this would imply that I think any other state
-of affairs is remotely possible. The fact is that I have to accept my
-best current thinking on the subject, and right now I haven’t come up
-with any reasonable counter to the observation that language is
-inescapably circular. To me, this means that at best we can only
-approximate The Truth at any given momentâ•”and since we can’t make
-these determinations with any significant certainty (e.g., to judge
-the accuracy of our approximations), ’A’ can only equal ’A’ on a
-localized, individual level.
-
-And yet, ’A=A’ is the fundamental assertion of logic. I think there
+Having 'a problem' with this would imply that I think any other
+state of affairs is remotely possible. The fact is that I have to
+accept my best current thinking on the subject, and right now I
+haven't come up with any reasonable counter to the observation that
+language is inescapably circular. To me, this means that at best we
+can only approximate The Truth at any given moment -- and since we
+can't make these determinations with any significant certainty (e.g.,
+to judge the accuracy of our approximations), 'A' can only equal 'A'
+on a localized, individual level.
+
+And yet, 'A=A' is the fundamental assertion of logic. I think there
is a tendency to try and expand too far upon this basic construction.
The subjective assumptions applied by logic tests too often outpace
-language’s ability to accurately map the salient factors at hand. Too
+language's ability to accurately map the salient factors at hand. Too
much emphasis is placed upon how the logic is articulated, with very
-little attention paid to the structure of the logic itselfâ•”which,
+little attention paid to the structure of the logic itself -- which,
presumably, should transcend the language that was used to describe
it.
-This presents an interestingâ•”I’d say insurmountableâ•”problem, and
-was essentially the point of my previous two papers. ’A=A.’ Fine.
-But what the hell is an A? And who says so? The answer is that it all
-depends on who you ask.
+This presents an interesting -- I'd say insurmountable -- problem,
+and was essentially the point of my previous two papers. 'A=A.' Fine.
+But what the hell is an _A?_ And who says so? The answer is that it
+all depends on who you ask.
-I don’t think the fact that we have managed to evolve grammars which
-are effective at managing objects and activities, effective at
+I don't think the fact that we have managed to evolve grammars
+which are effective at managing objects and activities, effective at
managing the processes of machines, even, is evidence that those
grammars are universally descriptive of our entire shared reality.
Success in a single, limited area does not imply universal success on
a grand scale, even if many times a simple set of rules can exhibit
emergent behaviors that transcend the original description.
-Consider the following stories. Observe how these seemingly correct
-articulations of reality work at cross-purposes to the protagonist’s
+Consider the following stories. Observe how these seemingly correct
+articulations of reality work at cross-purposes to the protagonist's
intentions, yet still manage to exhibit a peculiar efficacy all their
own:
-1.) Occupied Poland. A man held a job at a stroller factory. His
-child needed a stroller. Being short on money, and being handy with
+1.) Occupied Poland. A man held a job at a stroller factory. His
+child needed a stroller. Being short on money, and being handy with
his tools, the man decided to steal all the necessary parts from his
-workplace and assemble the stroller at home. Wary of arousing
+workplace and assemble the stroller at home. Wary of arousing
suspicion, he limited himself to absconding with only a single
-component each night. After many such nights, the man took an
+component each night. After many such nights, the man took an
inventory and noticed that he had managed to acquire almost all of the
-parts on his list. Finally completing the assembly, the man
-discovered that instead of a new stroller for his son he had assembled
-a fully functional, modular sub-machine gun.
+parts on his list. Finally completing the assembly, the man discovered
+that instead of a new stroller for his son he had assembled a fully
+functional, modular sub-machine gun.
Does this mean that a stroller is in fact the very same thing as a
sub-machine gun? After all, the man had worked in the factory for
many years and was quite experienced at his job (which consisted
chiefly of speed-buffing several types of polished parts as they came
-whizzing past his station on an assembly line). In this case, the
-value of ’A’ was at first disputed; then investigated; and finally,
-revised. In the end, would it have been sufficient to simply continue
-referring to the finished product as a stroller? Why or why not?
-
-2.) A radical priest gains increasing infamy with the native residents
-of a Roman-occupied garrison town in Jerusalem. After he has been put
-to death by a civilian courtâ•”administered by his own people, no
-lessâ•”a cult religion springs up around him, and a legend begins to
-solidify around the memory of his living days. Indeed, the legend
-glorifies even the most mundane aspects of his life. His story is at
-first spread verbally, but is eventually written down by various
+whizzing past his station on an assembly line). In this case, the
+value of 'A' was at first disputed; then investigated; and finally,
+revised. In the end, would it have been sufficient to simply continue
+referring to the finished product as a stroller? Why or why not?
+
+2.) A radical priest gains increasing infamy with the native
+residents of a Roman-occupied garrison town in Jerusalem. After he has
+been put to death by a civilian court -- administered by his own
+people, no less -- a cult religion springs up around him, and a legend
+begins to solidify around the memory of his living days. Indeed, the
+legend glorifies even the most mundane aspects of his life. His story
+is at first spread verbally, but is eventually written down by various
scribes, disparate of geography and generation, who never quite
-managed to cross paths with the priest or his followers. (Granted,
+managed to cross paths with the priest or his followers. (Granted,
when the priest was supposedly executed, the scribes in question had
yet to be born.)
-I’m sure you can follow this one to its obvious conclusion. After a
+I'm sure you can follow this one to its obvious conclusion. After a
certain point, the language used to describe a legend begins to
-transcend the actual events, to take on a life of its own. The events
-themselves remain unobserved, wholly obscured from view. At best:
+transcend the actual events, to take on a life of its own. The events
+themselves remain unobserved, wholly obscured from view. At best:
irrelevant.
The above are clearly examples which reinforce the notion that all
-languages are tautologies. For this reason, ’A=A’ can only apply
-universally when the definition of ’A’ is immutable, cannot be
+languages are tautologies. For this reason, 'A=A' can only apply
+universally when the definition of 'A' is immutable, cannot be
tampered with as it travels from one side of the equation to the
-other. (This fact does tend to break the discussion into many
+other. (This fact does tend to break the discussion into many
different levels, including questions of control over so-called shared
languages [e.g., dictionaries, popular idiom], but the problem of
-complexity comes part and parcel with the problem of precision.) ’A=A’
+complexity comes part and parcel with the problem of precision.) 'A=A'
may well be subjectively true, but the equation is necessarily based
-upon assumptions that may be incorrect. The uncomfortable truth about
+upon assumptions that may be incorrect. The uncomfortable truth about
our knowledge of the world is that it is almost always filtered
-through a mediating source of questionable benevolence. Think about
-that. The ultimate impossibility of neutrality. Even if we
-momentarily eschew the likelihood of intentional misrepresentation, we
-must accept that once language escapes our minds and begins to
-interact with the language of others, we lose personal control over
-its context and meaning. At this point, rationally, we should
-acknowledge that we can no longer verify that ’A’ means what we think
-it does. Thus, we come to glimpse the limitations of logic itself.
-
-Language initiates us into a special kind of ’cargo cult.’ We
+through a mediating source of questionable benevolence. Think about
+that. The ultimate impossibility of neutrality. Even if we momentarily
+eschew the likelihood of intentional misrepresentation, we must accept
+that once language escapes our minds and begins to interact with the
+language of others, we lose personal control over its context and
+meaning. At this point, rationally, we should acknowledge that we can
+no longer verify that 'A' means what we think it does. Thus, we come
+to glimpse the limitations of logic itself.
+
+Language initiates us into a special kind of 'cargo cult.' We
scramble, frothing at the mouth like so many tropical savages,
-attempting to reenact a Reality that we’re just certain we’ve
+attempting to reenact a Reality that we're just _certain_ we've
experienced, all in the vain hope that we might someday entice that
Reality to return to us, laden with crates full of movie reels,
-Coca-Cola, and fresh cartons of cheap American cigarettes. At that
-point, we presume, we’d all be farting through silk.
+Coca-Cola, and fresh cartons of cheap American cigarettes. At that
+point, we presume, we'd all be farting through silk.
Violet
+
DRIFT
tags: 1951, 2026, pink_floyd, tab1
2026.
-The sunlight fades and I wonder after my satchel. It’s here, buried
-somewhere under the snow. Wearily, I prop up both of my arms and
-thumb through the entries on my leaf.
+The sunlight fades and I wonder after my satchel. It's here, buried
+somewhere under the snow. Wearily, I prop up both of my arms and thumb
+through the entries on my leaf.
I stumble upon a decades-old post.
+
1951.
So, I was laid out on the couch (free), face pressed up against my
camo pillow ($123.67), wondering if I should pick the dead pill bugs
out of the fibers of my bath robe, when a garish advert for a new Pink
-Floyd"greatest hits" collection ($2999.99) ran across the display of
+Floyd "greatest hits" collection ($2999.99) ran across the display of
my telescreen:
-Order ECHOES now and we’ll include blah sqwak blah niner foxtrot delta
-sqwak blah sqwak blah
+_Order ECHOES now and we'll include blah sqwak blah niner foxtrot
+delta sqwak blah sqwak blah_
My attention span waned and I lost the rest of the advert to random
static generated by a mild migraine headache (previously acquired),
-but the damage had already been done. Slowly, the new information
-sunk in.
+but the damage had already been done. Slowly, the new information sunk
+in.
-Within a couple of hours I had stumbled into the bedroom. I stood
+Within a couple of hours I had stumbled into the bedroom. I stood
fondling the jewel case of a 2-disc collection of my own original
music (entitled: ECHOES), desperately trying to figure out how Pink
-Floyd’s handlers had managed to bug my home.
+Floyd's handlers had managed to bug my home.
Motherspammers.
-I took a swig of apple juice from a glass tumbler on the dresser, then
-spit it back out again when I realized the surface of the drink had
-been blanketed by a layer of dust. I needed to stop leaving those
+I took a swig of apple juice from a glass tumbler on the dresser,
+then spit it back out again when I realized the surface of the drink
+had been blanketed by a layer of dust. I needed to stop leaving those
things laying around where anyone could find them.
-I resumed staring at the jewel case. The artwork was superior to what
-I had just seen on the telescreen. Fucking Pink Floyd. What did I
-ever do to them? (Besides torturing that girl in the Pink Floyd
-t-shirt at Denny’s.)
+I resumed staring at the jewel case. The artwork was superior to
+what I had just seen on the telescreen. Fucking Pink Floyd. What did
+I ever do to them? (Besides torturing that girl in the Pink Floyd
+t-shirt at Denny's.)
There had to be a reason why they had selected me.
I glared at the tumbler for a couple of seconds, then back at the
jewel case in my hands. I downed the entire glass without tasting the
-dust. Apple juice doesn’t really ferment, but at this point my
+dust. Apple juice doesn't really ferment, but at this point my
migraine had wedged itself in-between my frontal lobe and another slab
-of gray matter I wasn’t able to identify, resulting in a significant
-impairment to my decision making faculties. Somehow, I kept from
+of gray matter I wasn't able to identify, resulting in a significant
+impairment to my decision making faculties. Somehow, I kept from
vomiting.
-Before long I detected a handful of splinters in my hand, and came to
-the slow realization that I’d squeezed the jewel case into several
+Before long I detected a handful of splinters in my hand, and came
+to the slow realization that I'd squeezed the jewel case into several
pieces. The dust flavor returned to my mouth, resembling the
-sensation of pushing my tongue through ungroomed tufts of fur. I
-threw the tumbler down and stomped back into the living room.
+sensation of pushing my tongue through ungroomed tufts of fur. I threw
+the tumbler down and stomped back into the living room.
-The advert was on again. This time tracking a sequence I hadn’t
-noticed during the previous playback. The message ran at ten minute
-intervals, but I had yet to see it all the way through. The visual
-rhetoric was contrived, but would probably prove effective. They’d
+The advert was on again. This time tracking a sequence I hadn't
+noticed during the previous playback. The message ran at ten minute
+intervals, but I had yet to see it all the way through. The visual
+rhetoric was contrived, but would probably prove effective. They'd
likely sell a billion copies.
I swallowed an over the counter pharmaceutical designed to combat
dizziness and resumed my seat on the couch. Staring at a spot two
feet above the telescreen, my mind began to spin down, drifting to
-other concerns. My next shift at my corporate front-job was scheduled
+other concerns. My next shift at my corporate front-job was scheduled
to begin in just under five hours. Still tasting apple dust (maybe it
-wasn’t really apple dust, after all), I chewed at the air with my
+wasn't really apple dust, after all), I chewed at the air with my
mouth and then dozed off, resigned to whatever dreams might come.
Approximately two-hundred forty minutes elapsed.
-I woke up. Two more pill bug carcasses had embedded themselves into
-the folds of my robe. They no longer seemed to be the most likely
-vector of leaked intelligence. In point of fact they appeared
-organic. Quite simplistic. This new-found lucidity intensified as I
+I woke up. Two more pill bug carcasses had embedded themselves
+into the folds of my robe. They no longer seemed to be the most
+likely vector of leaked intelligence. In point of fact they appeared
+organic. Quite simplistic. This new-found lucidity intensified as I
painted shaving cream onto my chin and then accidentally sliced the
skin between my nostrils.
-It occurred to me that Pink Floyd might not really be ripping me off.
-They were probably capable of coming up with such an obvious title as
-ECHOES on their own. Their boxed set was probably being manufactured
-even as had I decided on the title of my own collection. Still, the
-overlap rankled.
+It occurred to me that Pink Floyd might not really be ripping me
+off. They were probably capable of coming up with such an obvious
+title as ECHOES on their own. Their boxed set was probably being
+manufactured even as had I decided on the title of my own collection.
+Still, the overlap rankled.
I guessed that it must have been a case of Steam Engine Time.
-For posterity’s sake, I will note here that my own ECHOES collection
-may be sampled at the following address:
+For posterity's sake, I will note here that my own ECHOES
+collection may be sampled at the following address:
+
-And here I had inserted a hypertext link. A pointer to some old,
+And here I had inserted a hypertext link. A pointer to some old,
half-considered project of mine from my early years trying to break
-into the music industry. I wince at the memory, irrationally certain
-that this will be all they’ll find when they finally dig my starved
+into the music industry. I wince at the memory, irrationally certain
+that this will be all they'll find when they finally dig my starved
body out of this house and this snow drift and begin to piece together
-the circumstances of my disappearance. Decorated Agent Leaves Behind
-Rough Draft Of An Early Internet Posting. Family Denies Any Knowledge
-Of Agent’s Artistic Endeavors.
+the circumstances of my disappearance. _Decorated Agent Leaves Behind
+Rough Draft Of An Early Internet Posting. Family Denies Any Knowledge
+Of Agent's Artistic Endeavors._
+
+I lean back my head against the exposed boards of the attic floor
+and observe as small flecks of snow float in and out between the
+cracks in the roof. My fingers have become useless now, and I suspect
+that I'm too weak to kick through the tile shingling. Troubling, to be
+sure. As if to underline the point, I make an attempt to stand up and
+one of my legs cracks and falls off onto the floor.
-I lean back my head against the exposed boards of the attic floor and
-observe as small flecks of snow float in and out between the cracks in
-the roof. My fingers have become useless now, and I suspect that I’m
-too weak to kick through the tile shingling. Troubling, to be sure.
-As if to underline the point, I make an attempt to stand up and one of
-my legs cracks and falls off onto the floor.
+Well, so be it. Another opportunity to reflect on my past.
-Well, so be it. Another opportunity to reflect on my past.
+Reviewing this material I have to admit, I've had a good run.
-Reviewing this material I have to admit, I’ve had a good run.
IN THE END, NOTHING WORKS
tags: 2079, eva, gordon, tab2
-In spite of his back, Thomas was up early the next morning. It hurt
-to be out of bed. He slipped on his robe and dialed a reasonable
-temperature for his bones. The floor felt cold under his feet. A
-draft tickled his scrotum as he dragged himself down the hallway, robe
+In spite of his back, Thomas was up early the next morning. It hurt
+to be out of bed. He slipped on his robe and dialed a reasonable
+temperature for his bones. The floor felt cold under his feet. A draft
+tickled his scrotum as he dragged himself down the hallway, robe
swishing freely between his legs.
Thomas found no paper on the front step.
Therefore, he reasoned, no newspaper could actually exist.
-The number of people required to produce such an artifact could, quite
-simply, never be forced together, never be entrusted to bring such a
-project to fruition. Thomas dismissed the idea as self-evident
-lunacy. As with other would-be conspiracies, this"newspaper"
+The number of people required to produce such an artifact could,
+quite simply, never be forced together, never be entrusted to bring
+such a project to fruition. Thomas dismissed the idea as self-evident
+lunacy. As with other would-be conspiracies, this "newspaper"
business, if it were ever truly attempted, would immediately run afoul
-of man’s signal inability to cooperate effectively. The whole
-endeavor would end in disaster. Thomas pictured a management team
-showing up at the office and attempting to corral the
-so-called"newsmen" into some semblance of order. Let’s put this
-edition to bed, the managers would say. Sure, their subordinates
-would reply, we’ll get right on top of that, boss. And then they
-would go to lunch. The whole concept of a metropolis of workers, each
-synchronizing his movements to the other, all in some effort to
-compile a grand codex of halftoned words and photographs...
-Ostensibly a periodical source of news and sports-related
-information... Implausible wasn’t the word. The idea was like
-something that would come out of a liberal arts college. Thomas
-understood that in the end, nothing really worked. Thus it followed
-that no newspaper would or could be delivered to Thomas’ door, on this
-or any other morning.
-
-Thomas looked down. Perhaps he was surprised to see that the
-newspaper still wasn’t where it should have been. He wiped the
+of man's signal inability to cooperate effectively. The whole endeavor
+would end in disaster. Thomas pictured a management team showing up at
+the office and attempting to corral the so-called "newsmen" into some
+semblance of order. _Let's put this edition to bed,_ the managers would
+say. _Sure,_ their subordinates would reply, _we'll get right on top of
+that, boss._ And then they would go to lunch. The whole concept of a
+metropolis of workers, each synchronizing his movements to the other,
+all in some effort to compile a grand codex of halftoned words and
+photographs... Ostensibly a periodical source of news and
+sports-related information... Implausible wasn't the word. The idea
+was like something that would come out of a liberal arts college.
+Thomas understood that in the end, nothing really worked. Thus it
+followed that no newspaper would or could be delivered to Thomas'
+door, on this or any other morning.
+
+Thomas looked down. Perhaps he was surprised to see that the
+newspaper still wasn't where it should have been. He wiped the
condensation from the front of his visor and planted his feet in the
-doorway, fixing his gaze upon the concrete stoop. Why was he here?
-He meant specifically. His eyes focused on a rough patch of masonry,
-shaped, vaguely, like a copy of THE NEW YORK TIMES. He was slowly
+doorway, fixing his gaze upon the concrete stoop. Why was he here? He
+meant specifically. His eyes focused on a rough patch of masonry,
+shaped, vaguely, like a copy of THE NEW YORK TIMES. He was slowly
becoming aware that his lips had chapped.
What...
-He tried to remember why he was standing there, holding the door open,
-facing out onto the street. Nothing came to mind, save for an
+He tried to remember why he was standing there, holding the door
+open, facing out onto the street. Nothing came to mind, save for an
awareness of the relentless, frozen sheets of air that were blowing
-past his face. After several moments, he became enticed by the sounds
+past his face. After several moments, he became enticed by the sounds
emanating from inside the house, and so he retreated back into the
-living room. He sat down by the fireplace and started to pull on the
-hair that protruded from his chin. He would often affect this pose
+living room. He sat down by the fireplace and started to pull on the
+hair that protruded from his chin. He would often affect this pose
whenever he found himself confused.
+
Presently, Eva came in with the tea.
Thomas regarded her suspiciously, conjecturing that she must have
prepared this tea herself, not simply poured it, pre-mixed, from a jug
-or a bottle delivered by the government truck. It would later prove
-that his suppositions had been correct. But at present, Eva refused
-to discuss her inspiration. Why organic tea? He wrinkled his
-eyebrows with palpable irritation and stared at her, knowing perfectly
-well that his tendency towards interpreting simple results as the
-fruit of complex machinations should not distract him so long that his
-tea would go cold. I’m being silly, he thought to himself. Next,
-he’d be accusing her of inventing, then hiding, and finally denying
-the existence of, his daily newspaper.
+or a bottle delivered by the government truck. It would later prove
+that his suppositions had been correct. But at present, Eva refused to
+discuss her inspiration. Why organic tea? He wrinkled his eyebrows
+with palpable irritation and stared at her, knowing perfectly well
+that his tendency towards interpreting simple results as the fruit of
+complex machinations should not distract him so long that his tea
+would go cold. _I'm being silly,_ he thought to himself. Next, he'd be
+accusing her of inventing, then hiding, and finally denying the
+existence of, his daily newspaper.
He resolved not to say anything about it for now.
-The feed to his visor had gone dark, sometime, he thought, in the past
-week. The boys down at the switching station had gotten so wrapped up
-in their chatter and practical jokes that the feed had ceased to be
-maintained. This group of teenage boys had allowed any number of feed
-pools to become irretrievably poisoned. Obviously, the problem had
-yet to be amended. The cause of the service disruption was the
-logical result of leaving unsupervised boys in charge of the running
-system. There. Blunt common sense. No conspiracy required.
+
+The feed to his visor had gone dark, sometime, he thought, in the
+past week. The boys down at the switching station had gotten so
+wrapped up in their chatter and practical jokes that the feed had
+ceased to be maintained. This group of teenage boys had allowed any
+number of feed pools to become irretrievably poisoned. Obviously, the
+problem had yet to be amended. _The cause of the service disruption
+was the logical result of leaving unsupervised boys in charge of the
+running system._ There. Blunt common sense. No conspiracy required.
Though it could have been sabotage.
-From the perspective behind Thomas’ visor, everything had simply gone
-black. Neighborhood residents were skeptical that the city’s plans
-for replacing the youths with middle-aged housewives would yield a
-network any more reliable than the one that already existed. The real
-problem was that this new technology simply didn’t scale. You
-couldn’t expect everyone to get online at the same time without
-ramping up the system’s capacity. Unsupervised boys or no. Thomas
-doubted if any demographic could keep the thing running without the
-assistance of authorized Green technicians. Of course, that would
-cost money. On a related note, did the Green Consortium really think
-that these middle-aged women would subject themselves to working for
-lower wages than what they could make staying at home? Like the
-aforementioned "newspaper" idea, the scheme simply didn’t wash.
+From the perspective behind Thomas' visor, everything had simply
+gone black. Neighborhood residents were skeptical that the city's
+plans for replacing the youths with middle-aged housewives would yield
+a network any more reliable than the one that already existed. The
+real problem was that this new technology simply didn't scale. You
+couldn't expect everyone to get online at the same time without
+ramping up the system's capacity. Unsupervised boys or no. Thomas
+doubted if _any_ demographic could keep the thing running without the
+assistance of authorized Green technicians. Of course, that would cost
+money. On a related note, did the Green Consortium really think that
+these middle-aged women would subject themselves to working for lower
+wages than what they could make staying at home? Like the
+aforementioned "newspaper" idea, the scheme simply didn't wash.
How the networks had ever been built in the first place was also a
-damned mystery. The secrets of net construction had apparently passed
-into the realm of mythâ•”an area where Thomas carefully abstained from
-treading. Just what had inspired Jeff Bezos to invent the Netscape
-browser? The world might never know for sure. To be certain, claims
-had been staked out by all of the usual suspects: Church leaders,
-government agencies, atheist intellectualsâ•”the full gamut of
-unreliable sources. But Thomas was confident he knew the real score.
-He had realized early in life that they all made up storiesâ•”lies, in
-factâ•”that weren’t supported by the available evidence. Anyone who
-advanced a positive claim was merely covering an angle. No one knew
-the real history of the Green. Or, at the very least, he was certain
-there had been mistakes in the recording.
-
-Just as well, then, that young people not be misled by any wild tales
-of human beings working together towards a collective goal. It might
-make for a ripping yarn, fine, but this sort of cooperation just
-wasn’t going to happen. Not that he could see. In his experience,
+damned mystery. The secrets of net construction had apparently passed
+into the realm of myth -- an area where Thomas carefully abstained
+from treading. Just what had inspired Jeff Bezos to invent the
+Netscape browser? The world might never know for sure. To be certain,
+claims had been staked out by all of the usual suspects: Church
+leaders, government agencies, atheist intellectuals -- the full gamut
+of unreliable sources. But Thomas was confident he knew the real
+score. He had realized early in life that they all made up stories --
+lies, in fact -- that weren't supported by the available evidence.
+Anyone who advanced a positive claim was merely covering an angle. _No
+one_ knew the real history of the Green. Or, at the very least, he was
+certain there had been mistakes in the recording.
+
+Just as well, then, that young people not be misled by any wild
+tales of human beings working together towards a collective goal. It
+might make for a ripping yarn, fine, but this sort of cooperation just
+wasn't going to happen. Not that he could see. In his experience,
human beings were incapable of effective organization, even if
sometimes his mind liked to hallucinate collaboration amongst his
-enemies. It would make more sense if the networks had simply grown
+enemies. It would make more sense if the networks had simply grown
themselves.
+
You had to market your trash to the trash men, or else they would
-stubbornly refuse to take it away. Thomas knew this to be true, but
-still he couldn’t find the time to arrange his various bags and
-receptacles pleasantly enough to attract their attention. Instead,
-garbage would pile up for several weeks before he’d finally be forced
+stubbornly refuse to take it away. Thomas knew this to be true, but
+still he couldn't find the time to arrange his various bags and
+receptacles pleasantly enough to attract their attention. Instead,
+garbage would pile up for several weeks before he'd finally be forced
to trudge down to the edge of the yard, spit on the road, and go to
-work creating a minimally effective layout. These city trash men
-thought they were critics. Thomas knew full well that as insiders to
+work creating a minimally effective layout. These city trash men
+thought they were critics. Thomas knew full well that as insiders to
the waste reclamation industry, their own garbage would never be
-subjected to the ridicule of their peers. Instead, a trash man’s
-refuse would be hauled off periodically, sight-unseen. Thomas
-resented the situation because it just wasn’t fair. He could feel his
-hate for the double-standard solidifying in his back. Why did
-consumers let the government get away with this?
+subjected to the ridicule of their peers. Instead, a trash man's
+refuse would be hauled off periodically, sight-unseen. Thomas resented
+the situation because it just wasn't fair. He could feel his hate for
+the double-standard solidifying in his back. Why did consumers let the
+government get away with this?
+
Thomas spied his friend Gordon coming up the road.
"What up, G?" he asked.
-"I dunno, man. Field trip around the sun, I guess."
+"I dunno, man. Field trip around the sun, I guess."
Thomas fingered his visor until the face of his friend came into
-focus. Gordon had that look about him, as if he’d just been slipped
-counterfeit money. (Money. Another conspiratorial delusion. Thomas
-was undecided as to whether this particular fiction yieled sufficient
-utility to warrant his playing along. Convenient, since he was
-usually broke.)
+focus. Gordon had that look about him, as if he'd just been slipped
+counterfeit money. (Money. Another conspiratorial delusion. Thomas was
+undecided as to whether this particular fiction yieled sufficient
+utility to warrant his playing along. Convenient, since he was usually
+broke.)
"What are you doing to your face," asked Gordon.
"What do you mean?"
-"There, your face. Why are you moving your hand around as if you were
-manipulating some sort of device, or making some sort of minute
-adjustments to your eyebrows. There’s nothing there. Just that
-wrinkly old skin wrapped around your skull."
+"There, your face. Why are you moving your hand around as if you
+were manipulating some sort of device, or making some sort of minute
+adjustments to your eyebrows. There's nothing there. Just that wrinkly
+old skin wrapped around your skull."
-Thomas moved to punch Gordon in the arm. Just then, he slipped off of
-the stairs and toppled to the ground. He felt his hip shift out of
-its socket as he struck the hard stone beneath him. Resigned to the
+Thomas moved to punch Gordon in the arm. Just then, he slipped off
+of the stairs and toppled to the ground. He felt his hip shift out of
+its socket as he struck the hard stone beneath him. Resigned to the
pain, he put his hand down in the snow and groaned.
-"Can you help me up, please?" he said."My damn ass is broken."
+"Can you help me up, please?" he said. "My damn ass is broken."
-Perversely, Thomas’ visor clicked through its boot-up sequence and
+Perversely, Thomas' visor clicked through its boot-up sequence and
once again resumed service.
-Click. Click. Click.
+Click. Click. Click.
-But the settings were futzed. Thomas could see through Gordon’s
+But the settings were futzed. Thomas could see through Gordon's
pants.
"Nice briefs," he said.
+
END BOOK ONE
+
BOOK TWO
+
THE GREEN
tags: 1918
-Mary lit candles while I made some adjustments to the sound levels and
-then paced off the markers on the stage. The trees were turning up
+Mary lit candles while I made some adjustments to the sound levels
+and then paced off the markers on the stage. The trees were turning up
their leaves and the cold breeze against my face indicated that the
-sooner we got started, the better. The weather was in transition
-again. I noticed that in the diminished light, the curtain seemed to
-be reflecting the green from all around us. I looked down at my arms
-and the same effect was showing against my skin. Mary smiled
+sooner we got started, the better. The weather was in transition
+again. I noticed that in the diminished light, the curtain seemed to
+be reflecting the green from all around us. I looked down at my arms
+and the same effect was showing against my skin. Mary smiled
acknowledgement from her corner of the stage.
-I faced toward the swaying grass. The movement of the hillside caught
-hold of me immediatelyâ•”I felt it pull against my stomachâ•”but once
-the playback started I had little trouble falling into the correct
-rhythm. Insects in the trees began to organize their shrieks around
-the activity on stage. Presently, our surroundings had settled into
-smooth synchronization with the machines. The shift between
+I faced toward the swaying grass. The movement of the hillside
+caught hold of me immediately -- I felt it pull against my stomach --
+but once the playback started I had little trouble falling into the
+correct rhythm. Insects in the trees began to organize their shrieks
+around the activity on stage. Presently, our surroundings had settled
+into smooth synchronization with the machines. The shift between
recognition and acceptance was instantaneous, complete.
-I noticed after a while that this had all transpired without incident,
-and so with the usual assistance from Mary I began the second phase of
-the rite. Intonation. One voice, then two, joining with the
-electronic pulses, slipping into the fold, setting down a canopy atop
-the invisible scaffolding which was still emerging from the
-loudspeakers. We erected a shelter of sound, continuing with the
+I noticed after a while that this had all transpired without
+incident, and so with the usual assistance from Mary I began the
+second phase of the rite. Intonation. One voice, then two, joining
+with the electronic pulses, slipping into the fold, setting down a
+canopy atop the invisible scaffolding which was still emerging from
+the loudspeakers. We erected a shelter of sound, continuing with the
program until almost all movement within sight had come to a stop.
-Even the grass had ceased its inverted pendulum swing. A single drop
+Even the grass had ceased its inverted pendulum swing. A single drop
of water splashed against my face and I winced almost imperceptibly,
-but did not waver in my vocalizations. We both turned to face the
+but did not waver in my vocalizations. We both turned to face the
hillside.
Then silence, from the both of us, and all at once it was over.
-After an indeterminate period, Mary began to extinguish the candles.
-I worked my way around the stage, detaching speakers and re-coiling
-cords and plugs. The hillside below remained resolutely still
-throughout this secondary performance, our movements a sort of encore
-begging the mute appreciation of spring foliage. This silent effect
-would persist for weeks before finally returning to normal. Mary and
-I would fall back into our own familiar patterns. Clanging about. We
-would complain that we missed the children, or that the government had
-evolved beyond all recognition. It was comfortable, for the most
-part. But the trees on the hillside were more thoughtful. They would
-hold still for a few more days, perhaps as a reminder of what had
-already passed. While I might climb back up to the stage some
+
+After an indeterminate period, Mary began to extinguish the
+candles. I worked my way around the stage, detaching speakers and
+re-coiling cords and plugs. The hillside below remained resolutely
+still throughout this secondary performance, our movements a sort of
+encore begging the mute appreciation of spring foliage. This silent
+effect would persist for weeks before finally returning to normal.
+Mary and I would fall back into our own familiar patterns. Clanging
+about. We would complain that we missed the children, or that the
+government had evolved beyond all recognition. It was comfortable, for
+the most part. But the trees on the hillside were more thoughtful.
+They would hold still for a few more days, perhaps as a reminder of
+what had already passed. While I might climb back up to the stage some
afternoon, planning to relax with a book, my consciousness of the
-synchronicity would have already expended itself. The resonance would
-be completely drained. I was sure it would be the same for Mary.
-
-I slept better that night than I had in a long time. A decade. The
-temptation was always to think that if we’d take time out for this
-observance just a little more often, if we’d simply make an effort to
-keep these sentiments in our daily thoughts... Well, you know how
-these things tend to work out. The truth isâ•”and this is as
-important as any other detail you’d care to focus onâ•”the rite was
-only to be performed once a year. That’s how it had always been. And
-the tradition, I think, was correct. Well-founded. The empty spaces
+synchronicity would have already expended itself. The resonance would
+be completely drained. I was sure it would be the same for Mary.
+
+I slept better that night than I had in a long time. A decade. The
+temptation was always to think that if we'd take time out for this
+observance just a little more often, if we'd simply make an effort to
+keep these sentiments in our daily thoughts... Well, you know how
+these things tend to work out. The truth is -- and this is as
+important as any other detail you'd care to focus on -- the rite was
+only to be performed once a year. That's how it had always been. And
+the tradition, I think, was correct. Well-founded. The empty spaces
were in fact as significant as those caressed by the resonance of
-conscious observance. The transition from one state to another could
+conscious observance. The transition from one state to another could
only be measured along this sort of blunt, descending staircase.
Dividing awareness from its counterpart, one state from its successor,
-empty to all filled up. How else could we perceive change at all?
+empty to all filled up. How else could we perceive change at all?
-As the rains started, I scooped up the last of the cables and snapped
-shut the plastic container where they were stored when they were not
-being used. A thoughtful crease appeared along the ridge of my
-eyebrows, and Mary quickly rolled out the awning over the stage, just
-as the downpour really began to break loose. We locked hands and
+As the rains started, I scooped up the last of the cables and
+snapped shut the plastic container where they were stored when they
+were not being used. A thoughtful crease appeared along the ridge of
+my eyebrows, and Mary quickly rolled out the awning over the stage,
+just as the downpour really began to break loose. We locked hands and
wandered the stone pathway back to the house, a silent song on our
-lips as the rain beat clumps of our hair down against our ears. It
+lips as the rain beat clumps of our hair down against our ears. It
felt as if we were aging in reverse.
Rainwater spread over the green fallen leaves, sticking them to the
concrete, bulletin boarding them from the edge of the woods all the
-way up to the house. We kicked them along as we made our way through
+way up to the house. We kicked them along as we made our way through
the spring shower, splashing forward to the doorway and its steady,
house-shaped warmth.
Until next year.
+
EPISODE IX
tags: 1957, margaret, paris_mold, tab1, the_chief
-I couldn’t get the lid off.
+I couldn't get the lid off.
I bashed the base of the jar against the corner of a nearby table
(away from my body, so as to avoid the spray of flying smart glass)
-and kicked the resulting debris out of my path. Moved back to the
-terminal to finish transcribing. I had the bulk of the message keyed
+and kicked the resulting debris out of my path. Moved back to the
+terminal to finish transcribing. I had the bulk of the message keyed
in by the time the big kitchen door dissolved into its frame.
In sauntered Paris Mold.
-He smoothly traversed the tile floor, making a beeline for the object
-in my hand (and by extension, for me). He peered at my stats,
+He smoothly traversed the tile floor, making a beeline for the
+object in my hand (and by extension, for me). He peered at my stats,
observing my progress without bothering to explain his presence.
-Annoyed, I flashed him my teeth and continued typing. I carefully
+Annoyed, I flashed him my teeth and continued typing. I carefully
unlatched the bag under my table with an obscured foot.
-Paris’ gaze slid from my keyboard to my shoulders to my scrambled face
-in a continuous gesture. He maintained a blank expression that I
-couldn’t have mustered even with the help of electronics.
+Paris' gaze slid from my keyboard to my shoulders to my scrambled
+face in a continuous gesture. He maintained a blank expression that I
+couldn't have mustered even with the help of electronics.
-He cocked his head slightly to the left and began to speak. I noticed
-there was a huge smudge of dirt on his cheek.
+He cocked his head slightly to the left and began to speak. I
+noticed there was a huge smudge of dirt on his cheek.
A detail such as that could be my anchor in the moments to come.
-"That’s one hell of a portable," Paris observed, nodding in the
-direction of my table-top device. As if in response, the pressure
-screen’s broadcast antenna extended itself and locked into place.
+"That's one hell of a portable," Paris observed, nodding in the
+direction of my table-top device. As if in response, the pressure
+screen's broadcast antenna extended itself and locked into place.
-Without warning, the room folded back upon itself, pulling all sorts
-of visual transforms that reminded me of the programming exercises
-given to small children at school. It appeared to be modeling the
-cellular automata of snowflakes, tree branches, and the flocking
-patterns of birds. Most of the standard primitives.
+Without warning, the room folded back upon itself, pulling all
+sorts of visual transforms that reminded me of the programming
+exercises given to small children at school. It appeared to be
+modeling the cellular automata of snowflakes, tree branches, and the
+flocking patterns of birds. Most of the standard primitives.
-I gritted my teeth. Being this close to Paris Mold was like chewing
-power cables. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my head straight for
+I gritted my teeth. Being this close to Paris Mold was like chewing
+power cables. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my head straight for
long, so I leaned in towards him and smiled in feeble agreement.
"Yes, boss."
Paris coughed.
-Purposefully, I fastened the strap on my helmet, then clamped shut my
-eyes until my sensors reached equilibrium. I risked one last glance
+Purposefully, I fastened the strap on my helmet, then clamped shut
+my eyes until my sensors reached equilibrium. I risked one last glance
at Paris Mold, tightened my scrotum and tapped the device in my bag
with the tip of my boot.
-There sounded a short series of digital squawks. Then the whole place
-went wobbly and the walls began to collapse.
+There sounded a short series of digital squawks. Then the whole
+place went wobbly and the walls began to collapse.
-A look came over Paris’ face. As the ceiling rushed to meet the
-floor, he realized what I’d done. His expression was no longer
+A look came over Paris' face. As the ceiling rushed to meet the
+floor, he realized what I'd done. His expression was no longer
inscrutable.
Still, this was going to kill me, too.
+
I plopped in another pat of margarine and inhaled over the sizzling
-frying pan. Folding the wrinkled bits of paper into the eggs, a
-series of disconnected sentence fragments slowly came into view. I
-closed my eyes and surveyed the partial collage. Three signatures in
-all. These were definitely the forms I’d sought, but the fragments
-seemed incomplete. Something was missing.
+frying pan. Folding the wrinkled bits of paper into the eggs, a series
+of disconnected sentence fragments slowly came into view. I closed my
+eyes and surveyed the partial collage. Three signatures in all. These
+were definitely the forms I'd sought, but the fragments seemed
+incomplete. Something was missing.
Tabasco.
-I thumbed the labels of three different brands (there were several on
-the shelf). Overwhelmed by the available choices, I went ahead and
-emptied them all into the mix. A brief shot of green-smelling flame
-licked the canopy above the stove. Spam!
+I thumbed the labels of three different brands (there were several
+on the shelf). Overwhelmed by the available choices, I went ahead and
+emptied them all into the mix. A brief shot of green-smelling flame
+licked the canopy above the stove. Spam!
-I batted the fire with my spatula. Left-handed, because I was still
-holding onto the frying pan. I had to guess about where the tongues
-of flame were going to dart next.
+I batted the fire with my spatula. Left-handed, because I was still
+holding onto the frying pan. I had to guess about where the tongues of
+flame were going to dart next.
-In wandered Paris Mold. We didn’t make eye contact; we couldn’t
+In wandered Paris Mold. We didn't make eye contact; we couldn't
really, on account of my being blind.
I assumed he had come to apologize.
-Mold was no longer my boss. But still he would offer me work from
-time to time, bundled with an awkward expression of sympathy. He felt
+Mold was no longer my boss. But still he would offer me work from
+time to time, bundled with an awkward expression of sympathy. He felt
responsible for my blindness and therefore made every attempt to wipe
clean his conscience by providing me with advance notice of his job
-listings. I tolerated it only because I needed the work.
+listings. I tolerated it only because I needed the work.
-"Can’t sleep?" he asked.
+"Can't sleep?" he asked.
-"Horseshit. I’m trying to finish my taxes."
+"Horseshit. I'm trying to finish my taxes."
-"Still slaving away at that, eh? The deadline’s coming up, you know,"
-he chided."Why don’t you hire an accountant?"
+"Still slaving away at that, eh? The deadline's coming up, you
+know," he chided. "Why don't you hire an accountant?"
-"These days, I’ve got plenty of time to waste. Besides, I was
+"These days, I've got plenty of time to waste. Besides, I was
hungry."
-My finger hovered over the"eight" key while Paris regarded my
-handiwork. I wasn’t about to enter negotiations without some sort of
-leverageâ•”even if that meant blowing his forehead into spun glass.
-Paris wrinkled his eyebrows and made a disappointed sigh. So, this
-was going to be it. With a flick of my finger, a shotgun would
-descend from the ceiling and project a hot lead sandwich through
-Paris’ face. I judged from the sound of his low, even breathing that
-he was standing right on top of the the marker. Almost...
-The bandages on my face began to itch. I twitched, trying to adjust
+My finger hovered over the "eight" key while Paris regarded my
+handiwork. I wasn't about to enter negotiations without some sort of
+leverage -- even if that meant blowing his forehead into spun glass.
+Paris wrinkled his eyebrows and made a disappointed sigh. So, this was
+going to be it. With a flick of my finger, a shotgun would descend
+from the ceiling and project a hot lead sandwich through Paris' face.
+I judged from the sound of his low, even breathing that he was
+standing right on top of the the marker. Almost...
+
+The bandages on my face began to itch. I twitched, trying to adjust
the strips of gauze with my nose before they slid completely off of my
-face. This must have created an awkward spectacle, given the
+face. This must have created an awkward spectacle, given the
situation.
-"What is that? Sign language?" Paris snickered.
+"What is that? Sign language?" Paris snickered.
-A flash of rage. My eyes started to burn. I punched the"eight" key
-vigorously. Eat this, fuck sack!
+A flash of rage. My eyes started to burn. I punched the "eight" key
+vigorously. _Eat this, fuck sack!_
-Then: A long, piercing beep as my keypad’s buffer filled with"eights."
+Then: A long, piercing beep as my keypad's buffer filled with
+"eights."
-Why wasn’t it working? I looked down and saw nothing.
+Why wasn't it working? I looked down and saw nothing.
-It transpired that my hands had slipped off of home row. I had been
+It transpired that my hands had slipped off of home row. I had been
mashing the wrong key.
-The realization dawned, as my wife used to say, too little, too late.
+The realization dawned, as my wife used to say, too little, too
+late.
Paris Mold retaliated with extreme prejudice.
By force of habit, he went straight for my eyes.
-They said I had been chewing on my left hand, apparently trying to get
-at my chronometer. I complained that I hadn’t managed to kill Paris
-Mold, period, no matter what or when I’d tried. He was just so...
-there. You know? Something to do with his training, I guessed. It
-was this last remark that got me pulled from the operation.
+
+They said I had been chewing on my left hand, apparently trying to
+get at my chronometer. I complained that I hadn't managed to kill
+Paris Mold, period, no matter what or when I'd tried. He was just
+so... _there._ You know? Something to do with his training, I guessed.
+It was this last remark that got me pulled from the operation.
They wanted to know if I was through wasting their time, if I was
-ready to stop stalling. When had I planned to follow through on the
-objective? Was I really so disoriented that I couldn’t maintain
-narrative continuity? And what was this nonsense I’d been ranting
-about? Had I experienced fear in the presence of the Molds?
-
-The words"dishonorable discharge" were bandied about over my
-restrained bodyâ•”the first time such words had been mentioned in
-relation to my person. It sounded to me like a threat. I could do
+ready to stop stalling. When had I planned to follow through on the
+objective? Was I really so disoriented that I couldn't maintain
+narrative continuity? And what was this nonsense I'd been ranting
+about? Had I experienced fear in the presence of the Molds?
+
+The words "dishonorable discharge" were bandied about over my
+restrained body -- the first time such words had been mentioned in
+relation to my person. It sounded to me like a threat. I could do
nothing but foam and thrash.
Had I really failed so completely?
The Molds still walked the Earth.
-The Chief phoned while I was still strapped to the table. He claimed
-that my wife had become pregnant.
+The Chief phoned while I was still strapped to the table. He
+claimed that my wife had become pregnant.
I asked him how he knew.
+
THE PARTISAN
tags: 1949, 1950, 1951, 1953, 1954, mother, tab1
1
-Mother didn’t love me.
+Mother didn't love me.
-Well, who knows, but it sure was hard to tell. I assume she wanted me
-gone by graduation. Pushing me out of the nest fit symmetrically with
-first having introduced me to its warmth.
+Well, who knows, but it sure was hard to tell. I assume she wanted
+me gone by graduation. Pushing me out of the nest fit symmetrically
+with first having introduced me to its warmth.
-Only, I hadn’t needed to be pushed.
+Only, I hadn't needed to be pushed.
-Whatever the case, I wouldn’t have stuck around once I’d secured my
-means of escape. In fact, my childhood agenda came to center upon
-vacating the nest at the earliest possible convenience. I told her as
+Whatever the case, I wouldn't have stuck around once I'd secured my
+means of escape. In fact, my childhood agenda came to center upon
+vacating the nest at the earliest possible convenience. I told her as
much on a handful of occasions, which may have been an early source of
her resentment towards me.
-Drifting, there. Such thoughts are useless for filling out my report.
+Drifting, there. Such thoughts are useless for filling out my
+report.
-I dribble a handful of words into the document and save before making
-a trip to the men’s room. Time to call it a night.
+I dribble a handful of words into the document and save before
+making a trip to the men's room. Time to call it a night.
Passing through the marketing department, I ponder the desks of the
new-hires, noticing for the first time that their cubicle partitions
and arm-thick contract binders serve as ballast against the
-accumulation of personal effects. The design is intentional. In my
+accumulation of personal effects. The design is intentional. In my
first few months at the company I never would have suspected such
subtle architectures of control.
-I round the corner to the men’s room and take a seat in the furthest
-stall.
+I round the corner to the men's room and take a seat in the
+furthest stall.
-After a few minutes I’m faced with a problem.
+After a few minutes I'm faced with a problem.
-No toilet paper. 2
+No toilet paper.
+
+2
I am out of work.
-Real work, that is. My study group has been shut down.
+Real work, that is. My study group has been shut down.
-It’s the Greens. They’re everywhere. Though admittedly they’re less
+It's the Greens. They're everywhere. Though admittedly they're less
numerous than in recent years.
-Take my former manager. Matters of consequence on his mind. A month
+Take my former manager. Matters of consequence on his mind. A month
ago he retracted our billet after deciding that my group had fielded
-too many atheists. A security risk, he said.
+too many atheists. A security risk, he said.
What is this, the 1910s?
-For a while now I’ve been sitting at home, steadily freezing solid in
-my poorly insulated study. Not the best working environment, and I’m
-not getting much done. On top of it all, Mother won’t leave me alone.
-I’ve had to resist the urge to flag her for rendition. I like to
-think I’ve made the right decision.
+For a while now I've been sitting at home, steadily freezing solid
+in my poorly insulated study. Not the best working environment, and
+I'm not getting much done. On top of it all, Mother won't leave me
+alone. I've had to resist the urge to flag her for rendition. I like
+to think I've made the right decision.
This morning I discover that the Greens have cut loose my former
-manager. I’m digging around in his account when the call comes in.
+manager. I'm digging around in his account when the call comes in.
-We’re back on.
+We're back on.
Patent disputes in the hinterlands.
3
-Well, that didn’t last long.
+Well, that didn't last long.
Back to retail.
I work the counter between calls because no one else knows how to
-operate the products we sell. Customers roll in and then they roll
-back out, au gratin waves of body fat wrapped in plastic garments.
+operate the products we sell. Customers roll in and then they roll
+back out, _au gratin_ waves of body fat wrapped in plastic garments.
The typical specimen reeks of a public cafeteria.
A man wanders into my zone and starts fidgeting with the boxes of
-electronic equipment. He picks up a box and then sets it back down
-without examining it. He repeats this awkward choreography at several
-different positions along the isle. His movements seem aimless and
+electronic equipment. He picks up a box and then sets it back down
+without examining it. He repeats this awkward choreography at several
+different positions along the isle. His movements seem aimless and
there appears to be no intelligent pattern underlying his
investigations.
-What is going on here? The answer is that I don’t care.
+What is going on here? The answer is that I don't care.
"Is there something I can assist you with, sir?"
Contractually, I cannot allow his anti-commercial behavior to pass
-unchallenged. I maneuver myself between him and the shelves and then
-read him one of the scripts I’ve been required to memorize.
+unchallenged. I maneuver myself between him and the shelves and then
+read him one of the scripts I've been required to memorize.
-"I am certified in twenty-seven dialects of formal sales semantics,
-with a top-five ranking amongst appliance technicians in the local
-Green. It would be my pleasure to interpret your needs today. Thank
-you for choosing AT&T."
+ "I am certified in twenty-seven dialects of formal sales
+semantics, with a top-five ranking amongst appliance technicians in
+the local Green. It would be my pleasure to interpret your needs
+today. Thank you for choosing AT&T."
-"Son, let me ask you a question. Do you actually like working here?"
+"Son, let me ask you a question. Do you actually _like working
+here?"
-I have to admit, there’s no easy way to answer. I don’t let it show
+I have to admit, there's no easy way to answer. I don't let it show
on my face.
From an obscured storage pouch the man produces a business card and
-communicates it smoothly into my hand. Affixed to its underside is a
-thousand dollar bill. I turn the tiny rectangle in my hand, staring
-at it quizzically. What has just happened here? Gradually, I realize
-that the currency is fraudulent. The thousand dollar bill is a
-facsimile, printed on the reverse of the business card. I smile and
-the man lights up, returning my grin. I swear I can hear his face
-skipping gears.
+communicates it smoothly into my hand. Affixed to its underside is a
+thousand dollar bill. I turn the tiny rectangle in my hand, staring at
+it quizzically. What has just happened here? Gradually, I realize that
+the currency is fraudulent. The thousand dollar bill is a facsimile,
+printed on the reverse of the business card. I smile and the man
+lights up, returning my grin. I swear I can hear his face skipping
+gears.
-"Five minutes of your time and that t-note becomes real, deposits into
-the account of your choice. Spend it however you like."
+"Five minutes of your time and that t-note becomes real, deposits
+into the account of your choice. Spend it however you like."
-It’s hardly pocket change, and of course I’m well beyond broke, so I
-gesture for him to proceed with his pitch.
+It's hardly pocket change, and of course I'm well beyond broke, so
+I gesture for him to proceed with his pitch.
Before I know it, he has me filling out paperwork, signing papers.
"Signing your life away," he announces, and smiles.
-He doesn’t seem to care about my previous experience.
+He doesn't seem to care about my previous experience.
4
-I’m being sent to the front.
+I'm being sent to the front.
-Well, one of the fronts.
+Well, _one of the fronts.
-In modern warfare, someone has to keep the breathers running. My
+In modern warfare, someone has to keep the breathers running. My
orders are to install hotfixes and updates on the machines that
-control the mobile flow tanks, which in turn feed the breathers. We
-aren’t permitted to install unauthorized programs, but everyone I’ve
+control the mobile flow tanks, which in turn feed the breathers. We
+aren't permitted to install unauthorized programs, but everyone I've
ever worked with does so anyway.
Our Sergeant hosts a fileserver from his backpack.
-The men of the platoon have taken to calling me"Mother." I assume this
-is in reference to my careful maintenance of their breather
-apparatuses. I don’t find it amusing in the slightest.
+The men of the platoon have taken to calling me "Mother." I assume
+this is in reference to my careful maintenance of their breather
+apparatuses. I don't find it amusing in the slightest.
In spite of improvements to our equipment, signal degradation
-continues to render the mail unreliable. The satellite gear proved
-flaky and we dumped it after the first week in the field. At higher
-elevations we’re sometimes able to establish line of sight with the
+continues to render the mail unreliable. The satellite gear proved
+flaky and we dumped it after the first week in the field. At higher
+elevations we're sometimes able to establish line of sight with the
fleet.
-Mother would probably like to hear from me. Maybe I’ll drop her a
-line the next time we’re up the mountain.
+Mother would probably like to hear from me. Maybe I'll drop her a
+line the next time we're up the mountain.
5
Responding to aggressive stimuli, I discharge my service rifle into
the crowd.
-My round exits the back of a man’s skull and strikes the man standing
-directly behind him. It then travels on to the next man standing
-behind him. For a split second the perforated heads sync up, their
-wounds aligning in a peculiar sort of optical tributary. As quickly
-as it is formed, the channel collapses and the illusion of coherence
-is lost.
+My round exits the back of a man's skull and strikes the man
+standing directly behind him. It then travels on to the next man
+standing behind him. For a split second the perforated heads sync up,
+their wounds aligning in a peculiar sort of optical tributary. As
+quickly as it is formed, the channel collapses and the illusion of
+coherence is lost.
-This dynamic tableaux has been observed by several hovering cameras.
-I’m struck by the way each unit edges past its neighbor, vying for a
-better angle on the corpses lying at my feet. They seem to
-deliberately ignore me and my fellow soldiers. I don’t understand
-why.
+This dynamic tableaux has been observed by several hovering
+cameras. I'm struck by the way each unit edges past its neighbor,
+vying for a better angle on the corpses lying at my feet. They seem to
+deliberately ignore me and my fellow soldiers. I don't understand why.
-A hand falls on my shoulder. It is the Sergeant.
+A hand falls on my shoulder. It is the Sergeant.
-What’s he doing here, I think to myself.
+_What's he doing here,_ I think to myself.
Oh, right.
6
-Prison clothing is uncomfortable. In my case it fits well enough.
+Prison clothing is uncomfortable. In my case it fits well enough.
Some of my peers have been less fortunate.
-I keep in step with the other prisoners. Occasionally, I catch my
-reflection in the back of another inmate’s jacket. Even out of
-uniform we’re unmistakably soldiers.
+I keep in step with the other prisoners. Occasionally, I catch my
+reflection in the back of another inmate's jacket. Even out of uniform
+we're unmistakably soldiers.
-A guard shouts obscenities through a bullhorn and the man in front of
-me stumbles. I think that I recognize him. Latino, approximately
-twenty years of age. Infantry, definitely. Could it be?
+A guard shouts obscenities through a bullhorn and the man in front
+of me stumbles. I think that I recognize him. Latino, approximately
+twenty years of age. Infantry, definitely. Could it be?
-When the guards aren’t looking I kick him in the back.
+When the guards aren't looking I kick him in the back.
"Keep up, asshole."
He gasps, flashing me the secret hand sign of our platoon.
-I’m convinced now, and kick him again, this time less carefully. Less
-the actor. I have him on the ground by the time the guard with the
-bullhorn interrupts.
+I'm convinced now, and kick him again, this time less carefully.
+Less the actor. I have him on the ground by the time the guard with
+the bullhorn interrupts.
-"Move, faggots!"
+_"Move,_ faggots!"
We do as he says.
Released.
-The spring sun sinks into my face. Mother has passed away at some
+The spring sun sinks into my face. Mother has passed away at some
point during my incarceration.
-I convalesce at home for two days before calling in to be reactivated.
+I convalesce at home for two days before calling in to be
+reactivated.
-The boys will be anxious to hear about my experience behind bars. I
+The boys will be anxious to hear about my experience behind bars. I
wonder how many of us are left.
8
-And now it’s back to the grind. Nothing has changed about the war
-we’ve been fighting, though the locales tend to shift with the
-seasons. We manage the periodic disorientation by assigning colors to
-each theater of operations. This quarter we’re in the Red. The
-projection is that by next quarter we’ll be in the Black.
+And now it's back to the grind. Nothing has changed about the war
+we've been fighting, though the locales tend to shift with the
+seasons. We manage the periodic disorientation by assigning colors to
+each theater of operations. This quarter we're in the Red. The
+projection is that by next quarter we'll be in the Black.
One of our little jokes.
Oh yes, and no White after Labor Day.
-Staffing is flexible, pending new developments. This rotation we’re
-at home. For us, domestic deployment (as with training) constitutes
-leave. The boys are all present and we fall into our familiar rhythm
+Staffing is flexible, pending new developments. This rotation we're
+at home. For us, domestic deployment (as with training) constitutes
+leave. The boys are all present and we fall into our familiar rhythm
as we pace the perimeter Capitol Hill.
-A froth of reporters churns to and fro between our lines. The latest
-fashion in Washington is a press pass that authorizes the bearer to
-cross military checkpoints with impunity. A stupid idea, to be sure,
-but nobody asked my opinion. The cameras flit about as a few of the
-reporters spill over in my direction.
+A froth of reporters churns to and fro between our lines. The
+latest fashion in Washington is a press pass that authorizes the
+bearer to cross military checkpoints with impunity. A stupid idea, to
+be sure, but nobody asked my opinion. The cameras flit about as a few
+of the reporters spill over in my direction.
One approaches me, brandishing a microphone.
-"Corporal! What’s your take on the continuance of the war? Can you
+"Corporal! What's your take on the continuance of the war? Can you
give me seven syllables on the reinstatement of compulsory military
-service? The draft?"
+service? The draft?"
I regard her from behind my service rifle.
-Seven syllables? Let’s see.
+Seven syllables? Let's see.
-"I’m afraid I enlisted."
+"I'm afraid I enlisted."
-HALF-DANDY IN THE
-RUBBISH FACTORY
+HALF-DANDY IN THE RUBBISH FACTORY
tags: 1918, lonnie, pennis_mold
Standing in the mirror and seeing that without a belt, these new
-slacks are simply not going to stay up. I’m in danger of tipping the
-balance between classical style and practicality, but I mustn’t be
+slacks are simply not going to stay up. I'm in danger of tipping the
+balance between classical style and practicality, but I mustn't be
caught off guard if anyone should happen to catch a glimpse of me in
-my civilian underclothes. I find something suitable in my closet and
+my civilian underclothes. I find something suitable in my closet and
pin myself into the pants, clipping a handful of mesh transceivers to
my blouse before pulling on the pressure suit and chiming for a ride.
-Down in the tunnels, I don’t want my breeches coming loose, getting
-wound around my legs inside of the suit. Before exiting the
-apartment, I remove a number of petals from a rose and press them
-between the pages of my notebook. I savor the scent for a few moments
-before concealing the book within my pressure suit and heading out the
-door.
+Down in the tunnels, I don't want my breeches coming loose, getting
+wound around my legs inside of the suit. Before exiting the apartment,
+I remove a number of petals from a rose and press them between the
+pages of my notebook. I savor the scent for a few moments before
+concealing the book within my pressure suit and heading out the door.
At the entrance to the lowest tunnels I pause before a monstrous
installation, a war machine from some forgotten conflict of decades
past, and affix my collapsed flower to a placard situated below the
-airplane. It is humid enough that the petals stick to its slick
-surface with little effort. Even in this diffuse lighting, the mighty
+airplane. It is humid enough that the petals stick to its slick
+surface with little effort. Even in this diffuse lighting, the mighty
nose and wings of the plane gleam immodestly, and I am ashamed to
experience a wave of exhilaration, prostrate as I am before such a
-reverential display of murderous articulation. I gather myself and
+reverential display of murderous articulation. I gather myself and
proceed to the elevators.
+
In my mind it is all quite different than this.
-I embody two discreet realities. Suffering alone, I am continuously
-in peril of favoring one reality over the other. As of late, a new
+I embody two discreet realities. Suffering alone, I am continuously
+in peril of favoring one reality over the other. As of late, a new
barricade has been thrown up, an obstruction that permanently divides
-these tandem perspectives of the rubbish factory. Necessity demands
+these tandem perspectives of the rubbish factory. Necessity demands
that I pick a side and entrench my position, but my heart cries out
for reconciliation.
wall will eventually bow under its own weight.
If memory serves, a similar plaster wall erected around the
-masterpiece Il Cenacolo protected it from the onslaught of mechanized
-warfare, early in the last century. No one expected a fresco to stand
+masterpiece _Il Cenacolo_ protected it from the onslaught of mechanized
+warfare, early in the last century. No one expected a fresco to stand
against mortar fire, but here our fellow Leonardo had produced a hare
-from his conical hat. The wall stood firm though the building around
+from his conical hat. The wall stood firm though the building around
it crumbled to dust.
-I see now that such a wall can be made to serve a useful purpose. Do
-I really wish for all the evil in my thoughts to pass so freely? It
+I see now that such a wall can be made to serve a useful purpose.
+Do I really wish for all the evil in my thoughts to pass so freely? It
is at moments such as these that I find it crucial to get something
-down on paper, before mind’s effluvium carries mind itself away on a
-raft of sudden, fatiguing currents. In truth, I write to cleanse the
-palate. There is a bad taste in my mouth after three weeks toiling on
-the latest factory inventory. Lonnie plays Microsoft SOLITAIRE at his
+down on paper, before mind's effluvium carries mind itself away on a
+raft of sudden, fatiguing currents. In truth, I write to cleanse the
+palate. There is a bad taste in my mouth after three weeks toiling on
+the latest factory inventory. Lonnie plays Microsoft SOLITAIRE at his
desk while I scribble in my notebook.
-Furthering my previous thought, let us now consider the plaster wall
-in my mind as ballast. A shift in perspective to interpret the empty,
-unused spaces as the most precious of cargo: a portal to new
+Furthering my previous thought, let us now consider the plaster
+wall in my mind as ballast. A shift in perspective to interpret the
+empty, unused spaces as the most precious of cargo: a portal to new
understanding.
-I boot up a fresh sheet of paper, reflecting upon the true nature of
-metaphor as filler. A great sewer main has burst in my mind, carrying
-forth copious amounts of shit and pissâ•”both having been lodged quite
-stubbornly in the pipe. This is the opposite of the wall. I observe
-as each new parcel of feces floats away, bobbling down the stream.
-There is something that cannot be contained within a mind such as my
-own, a mind that is slowly breaking up, dividing into dull, gray
+I boot up a fresh sheet of paper, reflecting upon the true nature
+of metaphor as filler. A great sewer main has burst in my mind,
+carrying forth copious amounts of shit and piss -- both having been
+lodged quite stubbornly in the pipe. This is the opposite of the wall.
+I observe as each new parcel of feces floats away, bobbling down the
+stream. There is something that cannot be contained within a mind such
+as my own, a mind that is slowly breaking up, dividing into dull, gray
cubicles.
It seems that we have come full circle.
-Which way is it going to be, then? Walls to divide, or portals to
+Which way is it going to be, then? Walls to divide, or portals to
connect?
-They are both the same. Textures that are defined, even as they are
+They are both the same. Textures that are defined, even as they are
described, by the perceiving apparatus.
There is a great wealth of surface detail to be absorbed, to be
sorted, and I do carry on exploring, but I find that there is only one
true form of currency, here in the rubbish factory, and that is the
-universal reserve of the personal imagination. It proves to be an
-aether that never devalues, that is never appraised relative to
-markets or governmentsâ•”it is the ineffable substance that
+universal reserve of the personal imagination. It proves to be an
+_aether_ that never devalues, that is never appraised relative to
+markets or governments -- it is the ineffable substance that
constitutes essential wealth.
Reaching this point of minor resolution, I close up my notebook and
-stuff it into one of the compartments of my pressure suit. A whistle
-sounds, groaning, pixelated. A gavel is banged and my mental
-courtroom clears of solicitors, making room for me to think other
-thoughts, to reconnect the cycling belt of my psyche back to the
-idling gears of its cadaver.
+stuff it into one of the compartments of my pressure suit. A whistle
+sounds, groaning, pixelated. A gavel is banged and my mental courtroom
+clears of solicitors, making room for me to think other thoughts, to
+reconnect the cycling belt of my psyche back to the idling gears of
+its cadaver.
It is time for lunch.
+
We men clamber into the mess hall, which has not yet reached fifty
-percent capacity. Two- and three-man teams are clotted into
-flesh-colored scabs around the edges of each steel table. We dine on
+percent capacity. Two- and three-man teams are clotted into
+flesh-colored scabs around the edges of each steel table. We dine on
whatever has been set down in front of us by the kitchen staff.
Between bites of supper, we trade raucous barbs.
-"And what, pray tell, is the value of this thing called beauty," a
+"And what, pray tell, is the _value_ of this thing called beauty," a
colleague stands up and asks, apparently to no one.
-A few of the men turn around in their seats to face the speaker. Some
-of them get up and leave altogether. But most simply pick over their
-lunch trays and stare at their food, seemingly oblivious to the
+A few of the men turn around in their seats to face the speaker.
+Some of them get up and leave altogether. But most simply pick over
+their lunch trays and stare at their food, seemingly oblivious to the
philosophical gauntlet that has been thrown down.
-"Ah, yes, the dominant minority," a familiar voice chimes in.
+"Ah, yes, the _dominant minority,"_ a familiar voice chimes in.
-"Rather, I should say, an aristocracy of merit," counters the original
-speaker, earning smiles from every participating table.
+"Rather, I should say, an _aristocracy of merit,"_ counters the
+original speaker, earning smiles from every participating table.
I appreciate exchanges like this, here in the lunch room, as they
afford us men the chance to unwind between extended shifts in the
-tunnels. The work can be grueling, the hours long. The repetitive
+tunnels. The work can be grueling, the hours long. The repetitive
plunging of gloved hands or shielded feet into the crowded arteries of
-the sanitation lines coarsens men to fellowship. But here, we make
-our own peace with our situation. Here, we arrive on the cusp of our
-destinies by the strain and sweat of our honest toil. It is a kind of
+the sanitation lines coarsens men to fellowship. But here, we make our
+own peace with our situation. Here, we arrive on the cusp of our
+destinies by the strain and sweat of our honest toil. It is a kind of
progress.
-Before things really get started, a triumvirate of management stride
-into the room, enjoying a buffer nearly three meters in diameter as
-they pass between the huddles of workmen. I grip my lunch tray with
-trepidation as they float past my table, unsure of the purpose for
-their visit.
-What I notice first is the impeccable styling of their attire. Even
-when down in the tunnels, these gentlemen alwaysâ•” always â•”keep
-their gear clean. In the general low-light conditions of the sewer,
-it is their bejeweled teeth and resplendent gold necklaces which can
+Before things really get started, a triumvirate of management
+stride into the room, enjoying a buffer nearly three meters in
+diameter as they pass between the huddles of workmen. I grip my lunch
+tray with trepidation as they float past my table, unsure of the
+purpose for their visit.
+
+What I notice first is the impeccable styling of their attire. Even
+when down in the tunnels, these gentlemen always -- _always_ -- keep
+their gear clean. In the general low-light conditions of the sewer, it
+is their bejeweled teeth and resplendent gold necklaces which can
first be seen approaching, glittering through the humid mists of
-municipal waste. At times, the ricocheting reflections may cause an
+municipal waste. At times, the ricocheting reflections may cause an
entire face to disappear, or at least, they may seem to disappear when
-one’s vision is obscured by a pressure suit mask. But here in the
-mess hall, we all remove our helmets to talk and eat. Here, the glare
-does not obscure but instead serves to illuminate.
+one's vision is obscured by a pressure suit mask. But here in the mess
+hall, we all remove our helmets to talk and eat. Here, the glare does
+not obscure but instead serves to illuminate.
The small group approaches now, my own supervisor striding to the
-fore. His low-slung denim splits into a Cheshire grin of plaid cotton
-undergarments. The suede of my supervisor’s sneakers appears to be
+fore. His low-slung denim splits into a Cheshire grin of plaid cotton
+undergarments. The suede of my supervisor's sneakers appears to be
freshly brushed, having accumulated no floating particles of detritus
-or dirt. His tasteful, oversize polo tee asserts the classic
-dialectic of red and white striping, situated masterfully alongside a
-deep blue rectangle bearing numerous white stars, each of
-self-evident, sacred significance. I am somewhat taken aback by this
-sudden explosion of color. It is a moment I cherish even as it
-overwhelms me, and I briefly clench my eyelids together, attempting to
-trigger my mesh camera, to stream the scene into the pages of my
-department’s distributed memory.
+or dirt. His tasteful, oversize polo tee asserts the classic dialectic
+of red and white striping, situated masterfully alongside a deep blue
+rectangle bearing numerous white stars, each of self-evident, sacred
+significance. I am somewhat taken aback by this sudden explosion of
+color. It is a moment I cherish even as it overwhelms me, and I
+briefly clench my eyelids together, attempting to trigger my mesh
+camera, to stream the scene into the pages of my department's
+distributed memory.
+
As the managers pass my table they hesitate, stop, and then double
back.
-My supervisor’s nostrils incline perceptibly. As one, the group turns
-to face me. I swallow the food in my mouth, which goes down the wrong
-way, and I begin to worry about the visible stubble on my face. How
-must I appear to them?
+My supervisor's nostrils incline perceptibly. As one, the group
+turns to face me. I swallow the food in my mouth, which goes down the
+wrong way, and I begin to worry about the visible stubble on my face.
+How must I appear to them?
-"Yo, ya’ll have been selected, son! We’re up in this place to request
-that you authorize a temporary application fee of two billion credits
-to secure your promotion to management. Know what I’m sayin’, cousin?
-To authenticate this ceremonial enhancement, please press here, fool.
-Fa sho."
+"Yo, ya'll have been selected, son! We're up in this place to
+request that you authorize a temporary application fee of two billion
+credits to secure your promotion to management. Know what I'm sayin',
+cousin? To authenticate this ceremonial enhancement, please press
+here, fool. Fa sho."
-I place my thumb onto the reader and press down, weakly. This elicits
-a further vocalization.
+I place my thumb onto the reader and press down, weakly. This
+elicits a further vocalization.
-"Peace. Five thousand, G."
+"Peace. Five thousand, G."
And then they are gone.
-I am quite literally bowled over, and my lunch tray pinwheels to the
-floor in pursuit of my limp form. Lonnie, faithful companion of lo
+I am quite literally bowled over, and my lunch tray pinwheels to
+the floor in pursuit of my limp form. Lonnie, faithful companion of lo
these many years, helps me back to my seat as I slowly regain my
-composure. Gradually, the ramifications of what has just happened
-begin to sink in. Promotion will mean an increase in my pension, new
-quarters... and an unlimited civilian clothing allowance. I have
-just been created anew. Afforded a repeat birth. I switch on all
-mesh transceivers and begin capturing every possible angle of my
+composure. Gradually, the ramifications of what has just happened
+begin to sink in. Promotion will mean an increase in my pension, new
+quarters... and an unlimited civilian clothing allowance. I have just
+been created anew. Afforded a repeat birth. I switch on all mesh
+transceivers and begin capturing every possible angle of my
surroundings, preserving this vital moment, etching a record for the
corporate archives, for my descendants, for their inheritors.
-"What up, son," Lonnie chides, adopting the formal tone of management
-in a sort of mockery of their stiff, proper elocution."These negroes
-done lost they minds."
+
+"What up, son," Lonnie chides, adopting the formal tone of
+management in a sort of mockery of their stiff, proper elocution.
+"These negroes done lost they minds."
I nod my head slightly, acutely aware of the expanse that now
-separates our respective circumstances. The great plaster partition
+separates our respective circumstances. The great plaster partition
has come crashing apart in my mind, and in this instant, the dejected,
isolated occupants of each chamber are crushed together, the sticks of
-pious liberty bundled into a final, immobilizing unity. I eschew my
+pious liberty bundled into a final, immobilizing unity. I eschew my
former concerns, beholden as they were to considerations of slop and
-waste. The combustion of my thoughts is now fueled solely by the
-light of its own countenance.
+waste. The combustion of my thoughts is now fueled solely by the light
+of its own countenance.
Lacking a prepared response, I yield to myself completely.
-My face droops into my hand. A bent elbow evenly supports the
-increased weight of my skull, flesh and excessively powdered hair. I
+My face droops into my hand. A bent elbow evenly supports the
+increased weight of my skull, flesh and excessively powdered hair. I
find that I have grown suddenly weary of contemplating the great
-weight of my responsibility. Lonnie will come to appreciate this
+weight of my responsibility. Lonnie will come to appreciate this
fatigue if ever he is called up, into the obdurate embrace of his
betters.
-But at this moment I cannot expect him to fully understand. Not while
-he still finds himself tethered to the undercarriage of our labyrinth
-of shifting human shit.
+But at this moment I cannot expect him to fully understand. Not
+while he still finds himself tethered to the undercarriage of our
+labyrinth of shifting human shit.
I look at him and it is obvious he cannot understand what I have
become.
-"Dandy," I finally reply, employing the crude language of the tunnels.
-I burp towards the mess hall out of politeness. In the resulting
-silence I pick at the visor of my helmet.
+"Dandy," I finally reply, employing the crude language of the
+tunnels. I burp towards the mess hall out of politeness. In the
+resulting silence I pick at the visor of my helmet.
Lonnie makes a face, forlorn, but still he says nothing.
-I wave him away. I excuse myself and leave my tray for the staff to
+I wave him away. I excuse myself and leave my tray for the staff to
clear.
-I am already running next month’s numbers in my head.
+I am already running next month's numbers in my head.
Fitting my manicured hands to the master controls of the rubbish
factory.
+
ASDFASDF
tags: 1979, erik, roger, tab2
Thomas adjusted the focus of his visor and opened three new chat
-windows. He joined the appropriate channel in each window, issued
+windows. He joined the appropriate channel in each window, issued
greetings to everyone, and then banked his fighter jet into a cloud,
-dodging enemy fire. He checked his screens but it looked like
-everyone else was idling.
+dodging enemy fire. He checked his screens but it looked like everyone
+else was idling.
+
Roger crushed the soda can beneath her foot and stomped into the
-building. Behind her, Erik dribbled the rest of his beverage into the
-gutter and followed suit. Both of them were late for duty.
+building. Behind her, Erik dribbled the rest of his beverage into the
+gutter and followed suit. Both of them were late for duty.
+
<Thomas_> Oh well, here we are again, crammed into this office when
-it’s windy and gray outside. No cold London breeze in our faces
-today, boys! By the time you read this, I’ll have flattened quite a
-bit of real estate, I’d imagine. Oh well, where does the time go.
+it's windy and gray outside. No cold London breeze in our faces today,
+boys! By the time you read this, I'll have flattened quite a bit of
+real estate, I'd imagine. Oh well, where does the time go.
<Rog> Is someone stroking you off over there?
-<Thomas_> That’s offensive. And just where the spam have you two
-been.
+<Thomas_> That's offensive. And just where the spam have you two been.
-<erikw> i’m so spamming tired
+<erikw> i'm so spamming tired
-A flash crossed all of their screens at once. A vibrant pink square
+
+A flash crossed all of their screens at once. A vibrant pink square
that obscured half of the desktop, causing Roger (at least) to
misdirect her fire towards a friendly.
+
Folks,
RDO (Regular Day Off)
Since we are starting a run on training next week and through
September for various classes (other course scheduling to be
announced), we will be depending on all to help keep our levels up as
-well as possible, as you have these last couple of weeks. Since
-Thursday and Friday are always busy days anyway, we’d like to ask
+well as possible, as you have these last couple of weeks. Since
+Thursday and Friday are always busy days anyway, we'd like to ask
anyone with their RDO on Thurs and Fri to work OT during our critical
-time. That can be up to 8 hours starting between 7am-9am, and
-possibly a couple more depending on how busy it is.
+time. That can be up to 8 hours starting between 7am-9am, and possibly
+a couple more depending on how busy it is.
-Then from next week on until further notice, we’d like those that
+Then from next week on until further notice, we'd like those that
will, to work OT on their RDOs between the same starting times, with
the possible 2 hrs extra on top of the 8 if business needs are heavy.
If you cannot work the full 8 but can work 4 hrs between 10am-2pm or
11am-3pm (same for this Thur & Fri), that would help out during the
-lunch periods. Of course working through lunch is also authorized w/
+lunch periods. Of course working through lunch is also authorized w/
break splitting until further notice.
-Thomas cleared the flash and flitted his eyes back to incoming. Roger
-and Erik actually finished reading the entire message.
+
+Thomas cleared the flash and flitted his eyes back to incoming.
+Roger and Erik actually finished reading the entire message.
The result of their decision was immediately apparent.
-Rockets in the air. Thomas vectored wildly, but it was clear that
-convergence was only a matter of time. The air support team (the
-happy trio, all together) cursed simultaneously.
+Rockets in the air. Thomas vectored wildly, but it was clear that
+convergence was only a matter of time. The air support team (the happy
+trio, all together) cursed simultaneously.
The potential flight paths whirling in front of them were useless.
-TelemeTry was lagging again. The sky was infinite white on every
-side.
+TelemeTry was lagging again. The sky was infinite white on every side.
-Roger and Erik backed off of the target and regained control of their
-vehicles.
+Roger and Erik backed off of the target and regained control of
+their vehicles.
Thomas, for his part, had lost the ground.
+
asdfasdfasdfasdfasdf
-<erikw> i wasnt going to come in at all today but it turns out i’ve
-already used up my personal days for the rest of the year. it’s
+
+<erikw> i wasnt going to come in at all today but it turns out i've
+already used up my personal days for the rest of the year. it's
fucking january!
<Rog> I was in the cafeteria and I heard Sarge talking spam about us
not getting 20 minute breaks anymore after this quarter
-<erikw> fuck that! argh. that does it, i’m deleting his account on
-webster. no more free zero day for him!
+<erikw> fuck that! argh. that does it, i'm deleting his account on
+webster. no more free zero day for him!
<Thomas_> Hey guys.
<Thomas_> I am SO not working overtime this weekend
+
asdfasdf
-Thomas drummed his fingers on his desk absentmindedly. Presently,
+
+Thomas drummed his fingers on his desk absentmindedly. Presently,
UTF-8 characters appeared in front of his eyes, translucent, but still
-rather annoying as they partially obscured his vision. He finished
+rather annoying as they partially obscured his vision. He finished
logging his flight ticket and got himself up, out of his chair.
As usual, Erik and Roger were a few minutes longer in getting their
-acts together. This was exacerbated by Erik accidentally brushing his
-elbows against Roger’s breasts, several times, in the space of just a
+acts together. This was exacerbated by Erik accidentally brushing his
+elbows against Roger's breasts, several times, in the space of just a
few minutes.
-After she’d finished repeatedly punching him in the gut, both airmen
-caught up with Thomas and took their places next to him in the chow
-line, where they casually compared the features of their newly
+After she'd finished repeatedly punching him in the gut, both
+airmen caught up with Thomas and took their places next to him in the
+chow line, where they casually compared the features of their newly
upgraded visors.
-"I’m always waiting for you guys. Spam like this is why we lose so
+"I'm always waiting for you guys. Spam like this is why we lose so
many airplanes."
-Thomas held his serious expression for several seconds, and then they
-all burst into laughter.
+Thomas held his serious expression for several seconds, and then
+they all burst into laughter.
+
-I’M JUST SAYING
+I'M JUST SAYING
tags: 1979, christopher, violet
-"Every time I walk past your desk you’re reading that damned feed."
+"Every time I walk past your desk you're reading that damned feed."
-"Do you see the flaw in this?" Violet asked."Every time you see me
-reading the feeds, you’re away from your own desk. You’d never even
-know I was breaking the rules if you weren’t up, walking around,
+"Do you see the flaw in this?" Violet asked. "Every time you see me
+reading the feeds, you're away from your own desk. You'd never even
+know I was breaking the rules if you weren't up, walking around,
breaking them yourself."
Frankly, there had been little to distinguish her until fairly
-recently. The spring quarter had perhaps brought about a kind of
-transformation. Certainly, she’d taken well to his instruction.
+recently. The spring quarter had perhaps brought about a kind of
+transformation. Certainly, she'd taken well to his instruction.
Christopher mused (to himself) that perhaps what he admired in her
-most was his own reflection. But this was a profoundly disagreeable
-notion, and he discarded the thought. The light from the office
-window played softly in her hair. He would try again. There could be
-no harm in trying.
+most was his own reflection. But this was a profoundly disagreeable
+notion, and he discarded the thought. The light from the office window
+played softly in her hair. He would try again. There could be no harm
+in trying.
-"No, Violet, Newton did not hold that the Green was eternal. A
+"No, Violet, Newton did _not_ hold that the Green was eternal. A
gentleman of his era would not even have been able to perceive the
Green."
-"Now you’re just lying," said Violet.
+"Now you're just _lying,"_ said Violet.
-"Nullius en verba," sighed Chris."Trust, but verify. Or in other
-words, do your own research. You see, it doesn’t matter if you
-believe me or not. This isn’t a relative matter. The Green did not
-exist in the seventeenth centuryâ•”it’s not merely an assertion, it’s
-an incontrovertible fact."
+_"Nullius en verba,"_ sighed Chris. "Trust, but verify. Or in other
+words, do your own research. You see, it doesn't matter if you believe
+me or not. This isn't a relative matter. The Green did not exist in
+the seventeenth century -- it's not merely an assertion, it's an
+incontrovertible fact."
-"According to your essentialist bias," Violet said."But what are
+"According to your essentialist bias," Violet said. "But what are
+'facts,' anyway?"
-There was no answer. It was a meaningless question.
+There was no answer. It was a meaningless question.
-Violet’s mouth creased acutely at its corners, her eyes tracing the
+Violet's mouth creased acutely at its corners, her eyes tracing the
arc of the golden ratio as Christopher shifted in his work trousers,
-unsure of how to proceed. He could no longer remember what he had
-been trying to say, or why. He stopped typing in order to formulate
-his response.
+unsure of how to proceed. He could no longer remember what he had been
+trying to say, or why. He stopped typing in order to formulate his
+response.
"All you need to know about Newton is this: his work on optics may
have indeed set the stage for the eventual overturning of his work on
motion."
-"That’s seriously not even true," said Violet."Einstein was very clear
-that his own work should not be seen to supersede Newton’s, but merely
-to build upon the foundations laid by his able predecessor. Newtonian
-mechanics is still quite viable from virtually any perspective. Even
-today."
+"That's _seriously_ not even true," said Violet. "Einstein was very
+clear that his own work should not be seen to _supersede_ Newton's,
+but merely to build upon the foundations laid by his able predecessor.
+Newtonian mechanics is still quite viable from virtually any
+perspective. Even today."
-"I’m just saying," she added.
+"I'm just saying," she added.
-"And yet, you cling to this notion that Newton knew ofâ•”communed
-withâ•”the Green. That he had some sort of access to the network."
+"And yet, you cling to this notion that Newton knew of -- communed
+with -- the Green. That he had some sort of access to the network."
-"Didn’t he?" asked Violet, rolling her eyes behind her face-mask.
+"Didn't he?" asked Violet, rolling her eyes behind her face-mask.
-"No," said Chris, finding himself increasingly frustrated, in more
+_"No,"_ said Chris, finding himself increasingly frustrated, in more
ways than one.
-Violet drifted away. She thought to herself: When I lay my head down,
-now, my dreams are as stories, are no longer as the psychotic, Dadaist
-collages to which I’ve become accustomed. Humble, linear narratives.
-But what is more important to me? Lucid memories of my childhood or
-the removal of this block, the lifting of this veil that has
-descended, that so complicates my machinery? She was unaware of how
-she appeared, laying prostrate over her desk. Consequently, she was
-oblivious to her co-worker’s mounting discomfort.
-Christopher excused himself and retreated to the men’s room.
+Violet drifted away. She thought to herself: _When I lay my head
+down, now, my dreams are as stories, are no longer as the psychotic,
+Dadaist collages to which I've become accustomed. Humble, linear
+narratives. But what is more important to me? Lucid memories of my
+childhood or the removal of this block, the lifting of this veil that
+has descended, that so complicates my machinery?_ She was unaware of
+how she appeared, laying prostrate over her desk. Consequently, she
+was oblivious to her co-worker's mounting discomfort.
-He latched the stall. He took down his trousers and began to
-masturbate furiously into the toilet. His heartbeat rapidly outpaced
-the ticking of his chronometer. His breathing quickened appreciably
-as the sweat from his forehead poured into his eyes.
+
+Christopher excused himself and retreated to the men's room.
+
+He latched the stall. He took down his trousers and began to
+masturbate furiously into the toilet. His heartbeat rapidly outpaced
+the ticking of his chronometer. His breathing quickened appreciably as
+the sweat from his forehead poured into his eyes.
Presently, a long, slow moan escaped from his lips.
It was then that Christopher noticed the presence of a co-worker,
seated in the adjacent stall.
-"I’m just saying," the co-worker said, and folded his newspaper.
+"I'm just saying," the co-worker said, and folded his newspaper.
+
MY VIOLET DUCHY
tags: 1967, margaret, tab1, tab2, violet
-Mother fitted Violet’s mask into place, but that did nothing to cap
+Mother fitted Violet's mask into place, but that did nothing to cap
the jet of words spraying from her face.
-I hated my sister.
+I _hated_ my sister.
-Violet:"All of this leaf stuff is still undecided. It’ll be difficult
+
+Violet: "All of this leaf stuff is still undecided. It'll be difficult
to unseat the pressure screen in this household, especially with Dad.
-I wouldn’t wager my summer vacation on that contraption. I doubt if
-he’ll buy it from you."
+I wouldn't wager my summer vacation on that contraption. I doubt if
+he'll buy it from you."
-Thomas:"The thing about this device neither of you seem to understand
-is that it’s much more than a simple substitute for the pressure
-screen. Just look at it’s features! The interface is remarkable,
-even to functional illiterates such as yourselves. See how it
-responds so readily to the touch of my finger? I’m certain he’ll be
-as excited about it as I am."
+Thomas: "The thing about this device neither of you seem to understand
+is that it's much more than a simple substitute for the pressure
+screen. Just look at it's features! The interface is remarkable, even
+to functional illiterates such as yourselves. See how it responds so
+readily to the touch of my finger? I'm certain he'll be as excited
+about it as I am."
-Mother:"Isn’t this a bit like that old LCD screen you dug out of the
-back yard, Thomas? I don’t understand what’s so interesting about it.
-It doesn’t even speak. Violet is probably right: your father is not
-going to compensate you for this find, I’m afraid..."
+Mother: "Isn't this a bit like that old LCD screen you dug out of the
+back yard, Thomas? I don't understand what's so interesting about it.
+It doesn't even _speak._ Violet is probably right: your father is not
+going to compensate you for this find, I'm afraid..."
-Thomas:"..."
+Thomas: "..."
-Violet:"He’s not going to allow it into the house anyway. Are you
-going to tell him where you found it, or should I? Ouch, Mom, the pin
+Violet: "He's not going to allow it into the house anyway. Are _you_
+going to tell him where you found it, or should I? _Ouch,_ Mom, the pin
goes into my blouse, not my neck!"
-Thomas:"Sure, I’ll tell him. Though I’m not convinced his consent is
-even relevant at this point. How is he going to say no when the
-device could prove indispensable to his work? Classical pressure
-screens are not going to be interoperable with the new networks. Is
-Dad going to let us go broke just so he can pretend the market still
-values his pre-war skillset?"
+Thomas: "Sure, I'll tell him. Though I'm not convinced his consent is
+even relevant at this point. How is he going to say no when the device
+could prove indispensable to his work? Classical pressure screens are
+not going to be interoperable with the new networks. Is Dad going to
+let us go broke just so he can pretend the market still values his
+pre-war skillset?"
-Mother:"Thomas."
+Mother: "Thomas."
-Thomas:"Blame the market. I didn’t invent supply and demand. Finding
-this thing in the trash doesn’t make it trash."
+Thomas: "Blame the market. I didn't invent supply and demand. Finding
+this thing in the trash doesn't _make_ it trash."
-Violet:"I have to wonder if there’s any significant purpose to all of
-these upgrades. In a few months time there’ll be another new device
+Violet: "I have to wonder if there's any significant _purpose_ to all
+of these upgrades. In a few months time there'll be another new device
to replace this one, and then, in the fall, a new device to replace
-that one. Haven’t you discerned a pattern yet, Thomas?"
+_that_ one. Haven't you discerned a pattern yet, Thomas?"
+
+Thomas: "I haven't the slightest idea what you're on about."
-Thomas:"I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re on about."
SHELL OUT
tags: 1969, christopher, frankie_willard, tab2
When you lay your shell down on the street, you have to expect that
-someone is going to come along and pick it up. Frankie considered
-this self-evident fact to be ample justification for his scooping up
-the small piece of equipment and dropping it into his pocket. So far
-as he could tell, no one had noticed him retrieving the device. Out
-on the street, such random finds were rare.
+someone is going to come along and pick it up. Frankie considered this
+self-evident fact to be ample justification for his scooping up the
+small piece of equipment and dropping it into his pocket. So far as he
+could tell, no one had noticed him retrieving the device. Out on the
+street, such random finds were rare.
Now, if only he could figure out what it was supposed to be.
-Thomas Bright immediately recognized the shell’s function. He
-observed his friend’s actions and contrived to take the object away
-from him. By force, if necessary.
+
+Thomas Bright immediately recognized the shell's function. He
+observed his friend's actions and contrived to take the object away
+from him. By force, if necessary.
Presently, he asserted himself.
"Hey Frankie," he yelled.
-The fight unspooled quickly, with Thomas shrugging off an abrasion and
-Frankie doubling over on the pavement, nursing a lacerated fist that
-had rolled through a patch of broken glass. Frankie’s attempt at
+The fight unspooled quickly, with Thomas shrugging off an abrasion
+and Frankie doubling over on the pavement, nursing a lacerated fist
+that had rolled through a patch of broken glass. Frankie's attempt at
securing a headlock had proven ineffective.
-Thomas surveyed the battlefield, projecting a wide, mischievous grin
-from beneath his visor.
+Thomas surveyed the battlefield, projecting a wide, mischievous
+grin from beneath his visor.
"What?" asked Frankie.
-The display of glistening of teeth had set Frankie’s legs to feeling
-remarkably naked beneath the hem of his cargo shorts. With all of his
-extra equipment, Thomas was more resourceful than Frankie had
+The display of glistening of teeth had set Frankie's legs to
+feeling remarkably naked beneath the hem of his cargo shorts. With all
+of his extra equipment, Thomas was more resourceful than Frankie had
supposed.
-"How many of my cigarettes would you say you burn through in a week?"
-Thomas asked, gesturing pointedly and exhaling imaginary smoke into
-Frankie’s face.
+"How many of my cigarettes would you say you burn through in a
+week?" Thomas asked, gesturing pointedly and exhaling imaginary smoke
+into Frankie's face.
+
-Blocks of light exchanged positions in front of Thomas’ eyes.
+Blocks of light exchanged positions in front of Thomas' eyes.
Discharges of air escaped through his lips at regular intervals as he
-considered how to attach Frankie’s shell to his home feed. It was
-imperative to dump the shell’s contents into temporary storage as
-quickly as possible. By the time Thomas had established connectivity
+considered how to attach Frankie's shell to his home feed. It was
+imperative to dump the shell's contents into temporary storage as
+quickly as possible. By the time Thomas had established connectivity
with the mesh, his errant verbalizations had organized themselves into
a frivolous melody.
Christopher, for one, was unimpressed with the one-off vocal
-performance. He observed that Thomas tended to drift off-pitch, which
+performance. He observed that Thomas tended to drift off-pitch, which
was only partially ameliorated by the reverberations of the tiled
bathroom walls.
"Thanks," said Thomas.
-"What’s the point of booting up this device if we can’t connect it to
-our other equipment?"
+"What's the point of booting up this device if we can't connect it
+to our other equipment?"
-"I’m appalled by your doubt. As well as your seeming inability to
-negotiate novel obstacles," Thomas complained. He laid down his tool
-on the counter and replaced it with another from his toolbox."Please
-observe as I perform the necessary operations to bring this device’s
+"I'm appalled by your doubt. As well as your seeming inability to
+negotiate novel obstacles," Thomas complained. He laid down his tool
+on the counter and replaced it with another from his toolbox. "Please
+observe as I perform the necessary operations to bring this device's
configuration into parity with our extant systems and software."
-"But Thomas, this piece of equipment doesn’t conform to open
-standards. Carrying out your plans would be at cross-purposes to our
-SOP; the greater work of populating our testbeds with only legally
-unencumbered technologies."
+"But Thomas, this piece of equipment doesn't conform to open
+standards. Carrying out your plans would be at cross-purposes to our
+SOP; the greater work of populating our testbeds with only _legally
+unencumbered technologies."_
-As the dialogue progressed, Thomas worked the casing off of the shell
-and proceeded to probe its internals. After a brief interlude of
+As the dialogue progressed, Thomas worked the casing off of the
+shell and proceeded to probe its internals. After a brief interlude of
utter silence, he let out a whoop and spun around to present the
results of his efforts.
-A holographic image of Thomas flickered into existence, approximately
-four inches above the device. The projection aped Thomas’ every word
-and movement, allowing for a slight delay.
+A holographic image of Thomas flickered into existence,
+approximately four inches above the device. The projection aped
+Thomas' every word and movement, allowing for a slight delay.
-"Just because you can modify it doesn’t make it free â•”that is, er,
-redistributable," Chris tried to quip, but it had come out all wrong,
-mixed-up, as a wave of dizziness seemed to be interfering with his
-verbal faculties."You can’t even sell the thing now."
+"Just because you can modify it doesn't make it _free_ -- that is,
+er, redistributable," Chris tried to quip, but it had come out all
+wrong, mixed-up, as a wave of dizziness seemed to be interfering with
+his verbal faculties. "You can't even sell the thing now."
-"Oh, give me some credit. I don’t plan on selling it. Hand me the
+"Oh, give me some credit. I don't _plan on selling it. Hand me the
smallest forceps."
-Chris could no longer tell if he was getting dizzy or merely getting
-confused.
+Chris could no longer tell if he was getting dizzy or merely
+getting confused.
"Then why are we wasting time examining it?" he asked.
Thomas looked up at him, perturbed.
-"For the funk of it," he said, and then added,"I’m going to fine you
-if you keep asking me these stupid questions."
+"For the funk of it," he said, and then added, "I'm going to fine
+you if you keep asking me these stupid questions."
+
GENDER SMURF
"You fucking faggot!" my co-worker cried as he leaped out of his
pick-up truck and clapped me on the ear.
-I placed my satchel on the picnic table and opened it. We got to work
-immediately.
+I placed my satchel on the picnic table and opened it. We got to
+work immediately.
-"There’s no point in shutting down the whole group," Piro pointed out.
-"Oh, you’re absolutely right," I said."I think we can accomplish more
-by poisoning the well."
+"There's no point in shutting down the whole group," Piro pointed
+out.
-Piro had the black box up and running. Every message posted to the
+"Oh, you're absolutely right," I said. "I think we can accomplish
+more by poisoning the well."
+
+Piro had the black box up and running. Every message posted to the
Albert Lunsford group would flow through our illicit kernel module
-before it even reached the group’s database. In this way, we would
+before it even reached the group's database. In this way, we would
tamper with reality.
-"I used your wife’s name for one of my fake logins," Piro remarked.
+"I used your wife's name for one of my fake logins," Piro remarked.
I popped him in the arm.
"Hey, it was easy to remember."
-"Just keep your story straight when you’re posting. There aren’t many
-females active on the group; these guys will notice if you get your
-continuity out of whack."
+"Just keep your story straight when you're posting. There aren't
+many females active on the group; these guys will notice if you get
+your continuity out of whack."
I pulled up a sample message.
-Date: Sun, 05 Oct 1968 04:44:16 -0000
+Date: Sun, 05 Oct 1968 04:44:16 -0000
To: albert.lunsford@groups.thegreen
-
Message-ID: <gcajs0+q6lf@groups.thegreen>
-
In-Reply-To: <gc66fj+5ers@groups.thegreen>
-
User-Agent: THEGREEN-EW/0.82
-
MIME-Version: 1.0
-
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1"
-
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
-From:"no_such_name"
-
-<nosuchname@residential.thegreen>
-
+From: "no_such_name" <nosuchname@residential.thegreen>
Subject: Fifteen Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast Or Else
-You’re a Feminist
+You're a Feminist
-Fifteen Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast Or Else You’re a
+Fifteen Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast Or Else You're a
Feminist
-1. People are inherently good, and therefore communism doesn’t work
-because it postulates that human nature is trustworthy. Similarly, a
+1. People are inherently good, and therefore communism doesn't work
+because it postulates that human nature is trustworthy. Similarly, a
democratic-republic such as the United States and Territories is
-superior to communism because it pits people’s interests against one
+superior to communism because it pits people's interests against one
another in a system of checks and balances, rather than trusting that
-humans will, of their own accord, make the right choices. Also,
+humans will, of their own accord, make the right choices. Also,
because people are inherently good, ninety-eight out of every one
hundred of them end up in Hell.
-2. Women are less equal than men as human beings and therefore should
-never have been given the right to vote. However, since women have
+2. Women are less equal than men as human beings and therefore should
+never have been given the right to vote. However, since women have
already been given the right to vote, it is a good idea to let them
keep it, even though they are messing up the whole world with their
bad choices.
-3. Women are clinically insane because psychiatry is bogus medicine,
+3. Women are clinically insane because psychiatry is bogus medicine,
therefore Albert Lunsford is not insane because he has not been
diagnosed as such by a psychiatrist.
-
-4. Only liberal feminists would consider a six-year-old boy to be
-eligible for political asylum, therefore those who don’t consider a
+4. Only liberal feminists would consider a six-year-old boy to be
+eligible for political asylum, therefore those who don't consider a
six-year-old boy eligible for political asylum are liberal feminists.
-5. Most illness is a result of demonic possession.
+5. Most illness is a result of demonic possession.
-6. Conspiracies in government are unlikely, if not impossible,
-because the government is so large as to make keeping a secret
-impossible, and because government employees make less money than
-private employees.
+6. Conspiracies in government are unlikely, if not impossible, because
+the government is so large as to make keeping a secret impossible, and
+because government employees make less money than private employees.
-7. No Republican would ever accuse a public official of murder or
+7. No Republican would ever accuse a public official of murder or
other atrocities, because to do so would be disloyal to their country,
and because public officials make less money than private employees.
-8. A fiscal conservative is still a liberal if they do not believe in
+8. A fiscal conservative is still a liberal if they do not believe in
God, therefore a theist who believes in extorting tax dollars at
gunpoint is a conservative.
-9. The impending completion of Lunsford’s twenty-six year graphic
+9. The impending completion of Lunsford's twenty-six year graphic
novel project triggered a natural disaster that killed thousands of
people, therefore keeping the storyline in print is absolutely
-necessary to fulfilling God’s will.
+necessary to fulfilling God's will.
-10. The Dead Sea Scrolls contain a word-perfect copy of the Old
+10. The Dead Sea Scrolls contain a word-perfect copy of the Old
Testament in its entirety, therefore the other texts bundled with it
are of negligible value, and the 1591 King James Bible is the inerrant
Word of God even though different copies of the same text varied due
to the nature of printing technology in 1591.
-11. Albert Lunsford is the first person in the history of mankind to
+11. Albert Lunsford is the first person in the history of mankind to
have unlocked the true meaning of the Old Testament, the New Testament
and the Koran, and therefore he is not a Prophet.
-12. RFC #289/290 represents a Unified Field Theory of physics which
-is not only coherent, but correct, all without reference to
-mathematics. This theory is not given the credit it is due because
-comic book fans are afraid to admit that Albert Lunsford is right
-about everything on this list.
+12. RFC #289/290 represents a Unified Field Theory of physics which is
+not only coherent, but correct, all without reference to mathematics.
+This theory is not given the credit it is due because comic book fans
+are afraid to admit that Albert Lunsford is right about everything on
+this list.
-13. RFC itself is not given the credit it is due in the comics
+13. RFC itself is not given the credit it is due in the comics
industry because comic book fans are afraid to admit that Albert
Lunsford is right about everything on this list.
-14. Failure to agree with anything in the above list is evidence that
+14. Failure to agree with anything in the above list is evidence that
you are a Marxist/Feminist/Homosexualist, and therefore not Albert
Lunsford, and therefore wrong.
-15. Albert Lunsford’s new comic book project will fail because his
+15. Albert Lunsford's new comic book project will fail because his
comic book readership is comprised solely of
Marxist/Feminist/Homosexualists, therefore it makes perfect sense to
dispatch agitators who are known to be hostile to
Marxism/Feminism/Homosexualism to the four corners of the Green to
promote it.
-I had to laugh. These guys really took this stuff seriously.
-
-Our objective was to subtly disrupt Lunsford’s operations. The group
-was extremely high traffic, so the black box only had to be active for
-a few minutes before our efforts started to bear fruit. I grabbed
-another fragment to check on our progress.
-
->>>-- In albert.lunsford@groups.green,"juan_whatever"
->> <juan_whatever@> wrote:
+I had to laugh. These guys really took this stuff seriously.
->>>
+Our objective was to subtly disrupt Lunsford's operations. The
+group was extremely high traffic, so the black box only had to be
+active for a few minutes before our efforts started to bear fruit. I
+grabbed another fragment to check on our progress.
->>> Did the text appear kinda messed up on"part two" on other’s
->>> pressure screens -or just mine? Gargamel?
-
->>> Anyway, this is a pretty big deal as we continue to get insight
+> > > --- In albert.lunsford@groups.green, "juan_whatever"
+> > <juan_whatever@> wrote:
+> > >
+> > > Did the text appear kinda messed up on "part two" on other's
+> > > pressure screens -or just mine? Gargamel?
+> > > Anyway, this is a pretty big deal as we continue to get insight
from
-
->>> the ground floor of what will probably become the world’s dominant
-
->>> religion some time in the future -oh, you know it’ll happen:)
-
->>
-
->>
-
->> On Sun, Oct 5, 1968 at 9:48 AM, Sam <samslammer@...> wrote:
-
->>
-
->> You might have been kidding about this, juan, but it did occur to
-
->> me. Wouldn’t put it past Gargamel or Satan to make Albert’s text
+> > > the ground floor of what will probably become the world's
+dominant
+> > > religion some time in the future -oh, you know it'll happen:)
+> >
+> >
+> > On Sun, Oct 5, 1968 at 9:48 AM, Sam <samslammer@...> wrote:
+> >
+> > You might have been kidding about this, juan, but it did occur to
+> > me. Wouldn't put it past Gargamel or Satan to make Albert's text
harder
-
->> to read.
-
->>
-
->> I had to pull the text into a editor and get rid of all the
-
->> superfluous characters that were making the text unreadable. Few
-
->> people would probably do that, achieving Gargamel’s end nicely.
+> > to read.
+> >
+> > I had to pull the text into a editor and get rid of all the
+> > superfluous characters that were making the text unreadable. Few
+> > people would probably do that, achieving Gargamel's end nicely.
She/He/It
-
->> would be invested in *not* having people read the Bible, Torah, and
-
->> Koran and think about them deeply.
-
->>
-
->> Not sure if there’s an easier way to add the text without all the
-
->> extra characters, Klaus, but more people will read the the text if
-
->> they don’t have to work so hard at it. I can make offline
+> > would be invested in *not* having people read the Bible, Torah,
+and
+> > Koran and think about them deeply.
+> >
+> > Not sure if there's an easier way to add the text without all the
+> > extra characters, Klaus, but more people will read the the text if
+> > they don't have to work so hard at it. I can make offline
suggestions
+> > on how to do that if it will help.
+> >
+> > Sam Slammerhaus
->> on how to do that if it will help.
-
->>>> Sam Slammerhaus
-Perfect. The modules were functioning as designed. Even simply
+Perfect. The modules were functioning as designed. Even simply
futzing the formatting on a random selection of messages could spin
the group into a number of irrelevant side discussions.
Satisfied with our work, I closed up my satchel and we vacated the
-picnic area. Using a public access point had made our insertion
+picnic area. Using a public access point had made our insertion
untraceable.
-"No end until victory," Piro said, reciting the old Gender Smurf
+
+_"No end until victory,"_ Piro said, reciting the old Gender Smurf
credo.
"It should be interesting to see how they react to our efforts," I
Piro quietly nursed his beer.
-"I just hope these guys don’t fly completely off the handle. Their
+"I just hope these guys don't fly completely off the handle. Their
tactics are entirely unpredictable."
"Truth," I said.
-We fell into silence for a few moments, each of us contemplating the
-notion of blue-skinned rioters storming the public schools, smurfing
-their way into the girl’s restrooms.
+We fell into silence for a few moments, each of us contemplating
+the notion of blue-skinned rioters storming the public schools,
+smurfing their way into the girl's restrooms.
-"I have to admit I find their sexual practices disgusting," Piro said
-at last.
+"I have to admit I find their sexual practices disgusting," Piro
+said at last.
-"Hey, you’ll get no argument from me. But so long as they remain in
-their hovels they’re not doing anything illegal."
+"Hey, you'll get no argument from me. But so long as they remain in
+their hovels they're not doing anything illegal."
-"The whole reason we’re involved with this mess is precisely because
-they do sometimes leave their hovels."
+"The whole reason we're involved with this mess is precisely
+because they _do_ sometimes leave their hovels."
-The discussion usually tended in this direction. I set them up and my
-partner knocked them down. Point to Piro.
+The discussion usually tended in this direction. I set them up and
+my partner knocked them down. Point to Piro.
"I suppose there is a fear that their culture will spread, put down
-roots in the urban centers. No one really cares about a local cult,
-but now that they’re making inroads in the national media..."
+roots in the urban centers. No one really cares about a local cult,
+but now that they're making inroads in the national media..."
-"I’ll say it again: disgusting," Piro repeated.
+"I'll say it again: disgusting," Piro repeated.
-A Gender Smurf entered the room and made a beeline for the bar. He
+A Gender Smurf entered the room and made a beeline for the bar. He
sat himself down on a stool right next to Piro.
"You guys ever thought of going blue?" he asked, by way of
introduction.
-I clutched Piro’s shoulder as he reached for his sidearm."Don’t you
-people know Peyo was a Satanist!" he spat out, struggling against my
-grip.
-
-"We’re not interested," I said, intensifying my stare to indicate we
-would brook no further discussion. We got up to leave.
-
-Three hours later Piro was still arguing with Bob, the Gender Smurf.
-
-"What’s the big deal? Blue skin is as healthy and safe as bare
-hands... Tell me, how would ’flesh color’ have protected that
-gentleman over there or anyone else from ’runaway shopping carts’ or
-the other so-called ’dangers’ you’ve enumerated? Well-adjusted, blue
-skin can actually withstand quite hazardous environments... It’s
-amazing how paranoid most people are here in North America. You
-should try going blue outside sometime, it feels great and it’s
-nowhere nearly as dangerous as most people seem to assume. I’ve been
-doing it for nearly fifteen years, up in Canada, and my skin is in
-great shape. I’m healthy as a horse. Open your minds, gentlemen!"
-
-"What about SPF," Piro asked, resigned to his fate as the lone voice
-of reason in the discussion. I refused to participate.
-
-"This calls for a two-part argument," said Bob."One: One more reason
-I’m really glad I don’t live in the U.S.â•”I’d really hate for others
-to be telling me what color I can and can’t be when I’m spending my
-money at their store. So much for ’The Land Of The Free.’ The ’No
-Blues’ policy does not have anything to do with health protection or
-laws. It is a double standard created by corporations to enforce
-dress codes; designed only to create a business ’image.’
+I clutched Piro's shoulder as he reached for his sidearm. "Don't
+you people know Peyo was a Satanist!" he spat out, struggling against
+my grip.
+
+"We're not interested," I said, intensifying my stare to indicate
+we would brook no further discussion. We got up to leave.
+
+
+Three hours later Piro was still arguing with Bob, the Gender
+Smurf.
+
+"What's the big deal? Blue skin is as healthy and safe as bare
+hands... Tell me, how would 'flesh color' have protected that
+gentleman over there or anyone else from 'runaway shopping carts' or
+the other so-called 'dangers' you've enumerated? Well-adjusted, blue
+skin can actually withstand quite hazardous environments... It's
+amazing how paranoid most people are here in North America. You should
+try going blue outside sometime, it feels great and it's nowhere
+nearly as dangerous as most people seem to assume. I've been doing it
+for nearly fifteen years, up in Canada, and my skin is in great shape.
+I'm healthy as a horse. Open your minds, gentlemen!"
+
+"What about SPF," Piro asked, resigned to his fate as the lone
+voice of reason in the discussion. I refused to participate.
+
+"This calls for a two-part argument," said Bob. "One: One more
+reason I'm really glad I don't live in the U.S. -- I'd really hate for
+others to be telling me what color I can and can't be when I'm
+spending my money at their store. So much for 'The Land Of The Free.'
+The 'No Blues' policy does not have anything to do with health
+protection or laws. It is a double standard created by corporations to
+enforce dress codes; designed only to create a business 'image.'
Unfortunately, that kind of stupid mentality is getting contagious up
in Canada."
When no one objected to his first point, he continued.
-"Two: Again, I don’t understand how people think flimsy, flesh colored
-skin (which seems to be totally okay at most places of business, all
-over) can protect them from any of the ’horrible’ things they could
-catch or the usual hazards on the streets. In fact, some of the
-so-called normal shoes people wear (platform shoes, pointy, etc.) pose
-a greater threat to someone’s health than actually walking around
-outdoors with blue skin! For more information on how going blue is
-not only okay but is also good for you, please surf to:
-groups.thegreen/albert.lunsfordâ•”A U.S. based organization of people
+"Two: Again, I don't understand how people think flimsy, flesh
+colored skin (which seems to be totally okay at most places of
+business, all over) can protect them from any of the 'horrible' things
+they could catch or the usual hazards on the streets. In fact, some of
+the so-called normal shoes people wear (platform shoes, pointy, etc.)
+pose a greater threat to someone's health than actually walking around
+outdoors with blue skin! For more information on how going blue is not
+only okay but is also good for you, please surf to:
+groups.thegreen/albert.lunsford -- A U.S. based organization of people
who go blue as a lifestyle choice."
Finally, I had to but in.
-"We don’t. Spamming. Care."
+_"We don't. Spamming. Care."_
-Piro insisted on paying for Bob’s drinks. I told him to take it out
-of petty cashâ•”I wasn’t going to try and justify this on my expense
-sheet. He made the necessary preparations and transmitted payment.
+Piro insisted on paying for Bob's drinks. I told him to take it out
+of petty cash -- I wasn't going to try and justify this on my expense
+sheet. He made the necessary preparations and transmitted payment.
-"Do you see now why I discourage talking with these people," I asked,
-punching Piro in the back.
-"I’m not sure how to explain my objection to your attitude," Piro
-said."It’s not precisely that you’re a racist, because these people
-are not born blue. It’s not really intolerance of their religion,
+"Do you see now why I discourage talking with these people," I
+asked, punching Piro in the back.
+
+"I'm not sure how to explain my objection to your attitude," Piro
+said. "It's not precisely that you're a racist, because these people
+are not born blue. It's not really intolerance of their religion,
because, aside from their blue skin, white hats, and the fact that
they have sex with each other while wearing them, these people are not
fundamentally different from you or me."
I gave him a look.
-"I’m just saying, there’s no reason not to treat them like human
+"I'm just saying, there's no reason not to treat them like human
beings."
-"Sure there is," I said."It’s our job."
+"Sure there is," I said. "It's our job."
+
DISSIPATION
tags: 1963, plinth_mold, saito
-Click, click, click. Twelve cubes of light, each flipping past the
-other, rotating into the slot left vacant by its predecessor. The
+Click, click, click. Twelve cubes of light, each flipping past the
+other, rotating into the slot left vacant by its predecessor. The
purpose of this orchestration is to massage the cortex with
electromagnetic oscillations in the frequency range of 8-12Hz.
Patients appear to derive the most benefit, Saito has noted, from
the procession of their focus.
But what are the effects, he wonders, if the patient identifies his
-therapeutic parlor trick and susses out the mechanism? What happens
-when the patient’s conscious mind tracks the incoming data with
-greater precision than the machinery? Click, click, click. Saito
-leans forward. Perhaps this particular arrangement of cubes is novel.
-He presses a button, freezing the arrangement in memory. To be
-studied later.
-
-He is pleased that the treatment has proven efficacious. For the vast
-majority of his patients, anyway. Ironic, then, that he should feel
-so powerless to alter the degree and substance of his own compulsive
-addictions. Contemplating this, Saito produces a pocket lighter from
-his coat and sears the flesh of his right hand. He stifles a primal
-yelp, burying his shame in his handkerchief (not only the shame, but
-the evidenceâ•”self-immolation is an offense not only against the
-state, but against Saito’s ancestors, for historical reasons peculiar
-to his family). He then re-calibrates his equipment for the next
-patient.
-
-The work he is carrying out could revolutionize treatment of numerous
-conditions, given the eventual push into mass production. For
+therapeutic parlor trick and susses out the mechanism? What happens
+when the patient's conscious mind tracks the incoming data with
+greater precision than the machinery? Click, click, click. Saito leans
+forward. Perhaps this particular arrangement of cubes is novel. He
+presses a button, freezing the arrangement in memory. To be studied
+later.
+
+He is pleased that the treatment has proven efficacious. For the
+vast majority of his patients, anyway. Ironic, then, that he should
+feel so powerless to alter the degree and substance of his own
+compulsive addictions. Contemplating this, Saito produces a pocket
+lighter from his coat and sears the flesh of his right hand. He
+stifles a primal yelp, burying his shame in his handkerchief (not only
+the shame, but the evidence -- self-immolation is an offense not only
+against the state, but against Saito's ancestors, for historical
+reasons peculiar to his family). He then re-calibrates his equipment
+for the next patient.
+
+The work he is carrying out could revolutionize treatment of
+numerous conditions, given the eventual push into mass production. For
uncounted moments Saito shifts out of time, is aloft, floating on the
-awareness of what he is so very close to achieving. He finds the
+awareness of what he is so very close to achieving. He finds the
sensation is fleeting.
-Saito adjusts his coiffure and smooths down the front of his white
-coat, feeling his sweat cool against the skin of his wrists. If
-anyone has seen him burning himself, it could result in the loss of
-his job.
+Saito adjusts his _coiffure_ and smooths down the front of his white
+coat, feeling his sweat cool against the skin of his wrists. If anyone
+has seen him burning himself, it could result in the loss of his job.
-But of what use is a job, at this point in his life? They’ve made his
-impossible.
+But of what use is a job, at this point in his life? They've made
+his impossible.
He has been forced to accept a number of compromises that limit the
-efficacy of his design. He doubts that the latest cubes, in their
-present form, will do much more than narcotize. Hypnotize. Amounting
-to nothing more than an entertainment. Saito ruminates on the
-shambles of his career before taking the lighter back out of his
-pocket and burning several additional black marks into the flesh of
-his hand. He tries to ignite his skin completely, but succeeds only
-in singeing the sleeve of his coat. With the smoke, he imagines his
-kami slinking up to the ceiling, dispersing across its surface,
-crawling in several directions at once towards the duct work and
-vents.
-
-A knockâ•”an abrupt punctuation to his thoughtsâ•”and the door swings
-open, pulling his kami back down to the floor. So, they had seen him
-after all. He knows now that the charade is concluded. His work is
-finished.
-
-As a result of his actions his patients will suffer. But then,
+efficacy of his design. He doubts that the latest cubes, in their
+present form, will do much more than narcotize. Hypnotize. Amounting
+to nothing more than an entertainment. Saito ruminates on the shambles
+of his career before taking the lighter back out of his pocket and
+burning several additional black marks into the flesh of his hand. He
+tries to ignite his skin completely, but succeeds only in singeing the
+sleeve of his coat. With the smoke, he imagines his _kami_ slinking up
+to the ceiling, dispersing across its surface, crawling in several
+directions at once towards the duct work and vents.
+
+A knock -- an abrupt punctuation to his thoughts -- and the door
+swings open, pulling his _kami_ back down to the floor. So, they had
+seen him after all. He knows now that the charade is concluded. His
+work is finished.
+
+As a result of his actions his patients will suffer. But then,
patients are always suffering.
-With his expulsion, Saito’s role in the project will be expunged.
+With his expulsion, Saito's role in the project will be expunged.
Because his research is considered a state secret, there will be no
-one to complain on his behalf. His data will be reclaimed and
-filtered for an executive summary. And then, he suspects, quietly
-abandoned, as it is clear that the process of weaponization would
-exceed the available funding. This, at least, is some small cause for
-relief.
+one to complain on his behalf. His data will be reclaimed and filtered
+for an executive summary. And then, he suspects, quietly abandoned, as
+it is clear that the process of weaponization would exceed the
+available funding. This, at least, is some small cause for relief.
-Still, he feels as if his kami has dissipated. There is nothing left
-for them to kill.
+Still, he feels as if his _kami_ has dissipated. There is nothing
+left for them to kill.
-This thought compels him to emit a tiny laugh. The thought dies,
+This thought compels him to emit a tiny laugh. The thought dies,
strangled stillborn in his throat.
Saito flinches as the door swings inward.
-Into the room bounds Plinth Mold, flanked by two of his most trusted
-attorneys.
+Into the room bounds Plinth Mold, flanked by two of his most
+trusted attorneys.
+
+"Relax, Saito," says Plinth. "Let's talk patents. I'm interested in
+what you've been working on up here, all these years."
-"Relax, Saito," says Plinth."Let’s talk patents. I’m interested in
-what you’ve been working on up here, all these years."
DUCHESS OF MASKS
tags: 1993, saito, violet
-What I hold in my left hand is different from what I hold in my right.
-What is on my face is different still. I have so many choices of how
-to proceed.
+What I hold in my left hand is different from what I hold in my
+right. What is on my face is different still. I have so many choices
+of how to proceed.
-At any moment an alarm will sound and I will be discovered. Sitting
+At any moment an alarm will sound and I will be discovered. Sitting
in this chair, looking over these files, wearing whichever face has
fallen into place as they burst through the door. How will they see
-me? It is of no consequence what they will think.
+me? It is of no consequence what they will think.
The gray backdrop of what I have learned here throws what I know of
our history into menacing relief; paper shadows under fluorescence and
-lost thoughts in the drawer. Which eyes will I use to record these
-discoveries? With no apparent prejudice I select a mask and peer
+lost thoughts in the drawer. Which eyes will I use to record these
+discoveries? With no apparent prejudice I select a mask and peer
through its gates, rifling numerous papers and file folders spread
-across the floor. A slender cord tethers me to the machine under my
+across the floor. A slender cord tethers me to the machine under my
cushioned seat, which interprets the ambient state of the room.
Through these eyes.
-Oh, Saito. I am afraid that I cannot clean these tracks from the
-floor. Your actions have plunged a polished knife into the swollen
-belly of our tracking. It is, in fact, you who is splayed out here on
-the floor. A descending pattern of guilt.
+Oh, Saito. I am afraid that I cannot clean these tracks from the
+floor. Your actions have plunged a polished knife into the swollen
+belly of our tracking. It is, in fact, _you_ who is splayed out here on
+the floor. A descending pattern of guilt.
Would that I were here when it happened, all those years ago.
Would that you had listened.
+
CALL, WAITING
tags: 1977, eva, tab2
-The whole side of the building is green. I see I’ve come all the way
-out here again for nothing.
+The whole side of the building is green. I see I've come all the
+way out here again for nothing.
-I’m slow packing up my gear. The day has already evaporated around
-me. Might as well soak the trip for billable hours.
+I'm slow packing up my gear. The day has already evaporated around
+me. Might as well soak the trip for billable hours.
-This happens every week. I’ve yet to be given the go ahead on an
-operationâ•”at all, actually. The work is easy, but dragging out my
-gear just to sit here in the dark is humiliating. If I didn’t need
-the money I would withdraw my registration.
+This happens every week. I've yet to be given the go ahead on an
+operation -- at all, actually. The work is easy, but dragging out my
+gear just to sit here in the dark is humiliating. If I didn't need the
+money I would withdraw my registration.
-The sun has not quite vanished. There are still a smattering of
-locals out and about on the street. I decide to finish my report
-here, while I’m still on the scene. I finger the leaf out of my coat
-pocket and expand its display. As soon as I light the screen, four
-messages appear, each edging its neighbor out of the way in accordance
-with an algorithm deemed intuitive by emotionally bereft software
-engineers. Presently, desktop real estate on the hand-held is at a
-premium.
+The sun has not quite vanished. There are still a smattering of
+locals out and about on the street. I decide to finish my report here,
+while I'm still on the scene. I finger the leaf out of my coat pocket
+and expand its display. As soon as I light the screen, four messages
+appear, each edging its neighbor out of the way in accordance with an
+algorithm deemed intuitive by emotionally bereft software engineers.
+Presently, desktop real estate on the hand-held is at a premium.
All of the messages are from Eva.
-Message 1: 16:01 Are you coming in to work today?:)
-Message 2: 16:03 I know you’re in there, I can see the light from your
-leaf reflecting in the mirror and peeking out of the curtains. Should
+Message 1: 16:01 Are you coming in to work today? :)
+
+Message 2: 16:03 I know you're in there, I can see the light from your
+leaf reflecting in the mirror and peeking out of the curtains. Should
I send over a a tray of makizushi, or just keep it to myself?
-Message 3: 16:07 FINE THEN! I’M GOING ON BREAK.
+Message 3: 16:07 FINE THEN! I'M GOING ON BREAK.
-Message 4: 16:16 Why won’t you talk to me?
+Message 4: 16:16 Why won't you talk to me?
-There are numerous relevant answers to her question, but I’m not about
-to entangle myself in a discussion. I close all four message windows
-with an index finger and bring up the report template. Light from the
-window continues to leak into my room, coaxing abstract reflections
-from the dresser mirror. Dusk always wreaks havoc with my visor and
-its ability to read the screen of my leaf. I end up leaving the visor
-off, missing out on a lot of calculating I could be doing while I
-pretend to work.
-There is a sound I don’t like, out in the hallway, and suddenly I’ve
-got my pistol out, working my finger into its trigger guard and
-inserting a clip of ammunition. After a few moments I put the firearm
-back in my bag. It was only the landlady’s cat.
+There are numerous relevant answers to her question, but I'm not
+about to entangle myself in a discussion. I close all four message
+windows with an index finger and bring up the report template. Light
+from the window continues to leak into my room, coaxing abstract
+reflections from the dresser mirror. Dusk always wreaks havoc with my
+visor and its ability to read the screen of my leaf. I end up leaving
+the visor off, missing out on a lot of calculating I could be doing
+while I pretend to work.
+
+There is a sound I don't like, out in the hallway, and suddenly
+I've got my pistol out, working my finger into its trigger guard and
+inserting a clip of ammunition. After a few moments I put the firearm
+back in my bag. It was only the landlady's cat.
So.
On to my report.
-19:04 NOTHING HAS HAPPENED AGAIN. I RECEIVED THE ALL-CLEAR SIGNAL AT
+
+19:04 NOTHING HAS HAPPENED AGAIN. I RECEIVED THE ALL-CLEAR SIGNAL AT
19:00 PER THE SCHEDULE AND SO RETURNED ALL INSTRUMENTATION TO ITS
-STORAGE CASE AND SHUT DOWN THE TRANSMITTER. SIGNING OFF TO RETURN TO
-THE REAL WORLD. EOF.
+STORAGE CASE AND SHUT DOWN THE TRANSMITTER. SIGNING OFF TO RETURN TO
+THE REAL WORLD. EOF.
+
I encrypt the message with my thumb and send it on its way.
-As I’m gathering my things, my mind wanders to my fellow agents,
+As I'm gathering my things, my mind wanders to my fellow agents,
spread out across diverse countries and kingdoms, who must also have
-been called out and then sent back home without seeing any action. I
+been called out and then sent back home without seeing any action. I
wonder about their frustrations with the tedious ins and outs of the
-business. Surely we’d have a lot in common. Not that we’ll ever
-meet.
+business. Surely we'd have a lot in common. Not that we'll ever meet.
-I’m not long in dusting the chair and table. I wrap my shirt around
-my hand, then lightly grip the doorknob and vacate before I’m noticed.
+I'm not long in dusting the chair and table. I wrap my shirt around
+my hand, then lightly grip the doorknob and vacate before I'm noticed.
My visor tells me the landlady is rounding the corner, two blocks
-away, returning home with a bag full of groceries. I follow the path
+away, returning home with a bag full of groceries. I follow the path
my visor has illuminated until I reach a public transport, which it
-flags as off-limits. Instead, I hop into a taxi.
+flags as off-limits. Instead, I hop into a taxi.
-By the time I arrive at home I’ve decided against more studying. I
+By the time I arrive at home I've decided against more studying. I
pull up a telescreen window and lean back in my bed, trying to get
-some rest. I wonder who we did decide to blow up today. I’m always
-kept close to potential action scenes, even if I’m never actually
-ordered to intervene. It’s probably the same with all of us.
+some rest. I wonder who we _did_ decide to blow up today. I'm always
+kept close to potential action scenes, even if I'm never actually
+ordered to intervene. It's probably the same with all of us.
-I fall asleep just as the answer to my query hits the scroll. A group
-of wailing women are brought up on screen to provide visual context
-for the hour’s headline story.
+I fall asleep just as the answer to my query hits the scroll. A
+group of wailing women are brought up on screen to provide visual
+context for the hour's headline story.
-My visor flags the clip for my attention, but I don’t remember what
-happens next. It’s unlikely I’ll remember to review this in the
+My visor flags the clip for my attention, but I don't remember what
+happens next. It's unlikely I'll remember to review this in the
morning.
+
TRY MY PRODUCT
tags: 1979, coca_cola, do_wuh, motherfucker, perpetrator
-The airbrushed cover was decidedly inferior to what Motherfucker had
-seen before, attached to other printings of the same book. It was
-outlandish. All swaddling clothes and taut, glistening muscles.
+The airbrushed cover was decidedly inferior to what Motherfucker
+had seen before, attached to other printings of the same book. It was
+outlandish. All swaddling clothes and taut, glistening muscles.
Objectifying the physiques that would result from pious observance,
appealing to the vanity of practitioners who were required, by
-tradition and by law, to study it. Transparent ableism. This kind of
-self-aggrandizing marketing disgusted him. Gazing upon its cover, it
+tradition and by law, to study it. Transparent ableism. This kind of
+self-aggrandizing marketing disgusted him. Gazing upon its cover, it
was hard for Motherfucker to take the book seriously.
-"Well, don’t just sit there, all slack-jawed, however arresting that
-dust jacket might be... Open the blessed book and let’s get started."
+"Well, don't just sit there, all slack-jawed, however arresting
+that dust jacket might be... _Open the blessed book_ and let's get
+started."
-Perpetrator adopted an instructional tone, as if to communicate that
-Motherfucker’s own study habits were somehow deficient, would somehow
-land him in hot water. He was always prepared to dispense advice to
-his lessers. In this case, the advice involved the interpretation of
-the Bible, and the careful application of those interpretations to the
-logical conundrums that permeated modern life. Perpetrator was only a
-couple of months older than Motherfucker. He was a total spamhole.
+Perpetrator adopted an instructional tone, as if to communicate
+that Motherfucker's own study habits were somehow deficient, would
+somehow land him in hot water. He was always prepared to dispense
+advice to his lessers. In this case, the advice involved the
+interpretation of the Bible, and the careful application of those
+interpretations to the logical conundrums that permeated modern life.
+Perpetrator was only a couple of months older than Motherfucker. He
+was a total spamhole.
-"That’s not what the book says at all," complained Motherfucker.
+_"That's_ not what the book says _at all,"_ complained Motherfucker.
-Perpetrator indicated the text with his finger."You’re wrong. It’s
-right there on the page in front of you. Just look at the words."
+Perpetrator indicated the text with his finger. "You're wrong. It's
+right there on the page in front of you. Just look at the words."
"Yes, my eyes were directed at this material during the process of
forming my initial assessment," sighed Motherfucker.
-"Well, one couldn’t tell from hearing you recite it."
+"Well, one couldn't tell from hearing you recite it."
-The pages dissolved into one another. Motherfucker couldn’t sustain
-his focus. He wondered briefly why the long lists of telephone
-numbers that comprised this part of the Scriptures featured variable
-font sizes, brilliant piping and color illustrations. Why all the
-fuss?
+The pages dissolved into one another. Motherfucker couldn't sustain
+his focus. He wondered briefly why the long lists of telephone numbers
+that comprised this part of the Scriptures featured variable font
+sizes, brilliant piping and color illustrations. Why all the fuss?
-"Perpetrator, what is the point of these chapters that are mainly just
-lists of telephone numbers and advertisements for insurance agents?"
+"Perpetrator, what is the point of these chapters that are mainly
+just lists of telephone numbers and advertisements for insurance
+agents?"
-"Motherfucker, those are the Sanctified Tribes of the Green. Your
-remarks are veering dangerously close to blasphemy. Why do you have
-to question every last detail, when it comes to our studies? Not
-everything is a conspiracy!"
+"Motherfucker, those are the _Sanctified Tribes of the Green._ Your
+remarks are veering dangerously close to blasphemy. Why do you have to
+question every last detail, when it comes to our studies? Not
+_everything_ is a conspiracy!"
-Motherfucker sighed again."It all just seems so arbitrary. Like
-they’ve gone and copied pages out of an old telephone directory and
+Motherfucker sighed again. "It all just seems so arbitrary. Like
+they've gone and copied pages out of an old telephone directory and
called it Scripture."
-"Naturally that is what it seems like, Motherfucker, for that is
-precisely what they’ve done."
+_"Naturally_ that is what it _seems_ like, Motherfucker, for that is
+precisely what they've done."
"..."
-"What," asked Perpetrator, finally and honestly befuddled."You didn’t
-know?"
+"What," asked Perpetrator, finally and honestly befuddled. "You
+didn't know?"
-"What do you mean what?" asked Motherfucker."Why did they copy pages
-out of an old telephone directory and call it Scripture?"
+"What do you _mean_ what?" asked Motherfucker. _"Why did they copy
+pages out of an old telephone directory and call it Scripture?"
-"Because, Motherfucker, these manuscripts are illuminated."
+"Because, Motherfucker, these manuscripts are _illuminated."_
"..."
-"Look at the section headings. See how the Tribes are organized
-according to service offerings, then alphabetized? These
-illustrations are graphical elements that illuminate the organization
-of the data. It renders the information discernible at a glance."
+"Look at the section headings. See how the Tribes are organized
+according to service offerings, then alphabetized? These illustrations
+are graphical elements that illuminate the organization of the data.
+It renders the information discernible at a glance."
"..."
"Still you do not comprehend."
-"No, I’m afraid I don’t."
+"No, I'm afraid I don't."
-Perpetrator stalled for several seconds, allowing time for the the new
-concepts to sink into Motherfucker’s mind.
+Perpetrator stalled for several seconds, allowing time for the the
+new concepts to sink into Motherfucker's mind.
Minutes passed.
-"Wait. Oh. Now I see," claimed Motherfucker."They’re not so old as to
-be presented as text-only, like the original Scriptures. These pages
-contain source code and meta data."
+"Wait. Oh. _Now_ I see," claimed Motherfucker. "They're not so old
+as to be presented as text-only, like the original Scriptures. These
+pages contain source code and meta data."
"That is correct."
"I guess that makes sense."
-"Good, Motherfucker," said Perpetrator."Now we’re making progress!"
+_"Good,_ Motherfucker," said Perpetrator. "Now we're making
+progress!"
+
But Motherfucker still seemed to be confused.
-"We’ve wasted enough time on the display elements. Please return to
+"We've wasted enough time on the display elements. Please return to
the previous chapter and read aloud."
-"Son of a bitch. You know I’m not comfortable reading aloud."
+"Son of a bitch. You _know I'm not comfortable reading aloud."
-"Okay then, I will read aloud to you," resolved Perpetrator, training
-his standard, disdainful stare into the pupils of Motherfucker’s eyes.
+"Okay then, _I_ will read aloud to _you,"_ resolved Perpetrator,
+training his standard, disdainful stare into the pupils of
+Motherfucker's eyes.
Throat cleared, he began.
"Newton wrote:
+
+...rational mechanics will be the science of motion resulting from
any forces whatsoever, and of the forces required to produce any
-motion... and therefore I offer this work as the mathematical
+motion ... and therefore I offer this work as the mathematical
principles of philosophy, for the whole burden of philosophy seems to
consist in this from the phenomena of motions to investigate the
forces of nature, and then from these forces to demonstrate the other
phenomena...
+
"Yeah, right," said Motherfucker.
-"What, you don’t believe him? Here, what do the footnotes say?"
+"What, you don't _believe_ him? Here, what do the footnotes say?"
+
From this proposition it will follow, when arithmetical addition has
been defined, that 1 + 1 = 2.
-"It also says that the text in question wasn’t always a part of this
-chapter," finished Motherfucker.
-"Honestly! And what year was this edition sourced?"
+"It also says that the text in question wasn't always a part of
+this chapter," finished Motherfucker.
+
+"Honestly! And what year was this edition sourced?"
Pages flipped backwards.
-"Twenty thirty-one. According to the information in the front."
+"Twenty thirty-one. According to the information in the front."
"Then you see what I mean."
It was going to be a long night.
-Presently, Do Wuh entered the room, disrupting their studies. He was
-a bit dirty from tumbling in the yard, and Perpetrator recoiled
+
+Presently, Do Wuh entered the room, disrupting their studies. He
+was a bit dirty from tumbling in the yard, and Perpetrator recoiled
visibly when at last he came fully into view.
"Do Wuh."
-"Motherfucker, put that book down and let’s go outside and play."
+"Motherfucker, put that book down and let's go outside and play."
-"Do Wuh." Perpetrator spoke the name more stiffly this time, as if it
-were an accusation rather than an identity. His face contorted
+"Do Wuh." Perpetrator spoke the name more stiffly this time, as if
+it were an accusation rather than an identity. His face contorted
menacingly, seeming very serious indeed.
-"Shut up, Perp," cracked Do Wuh."Motherfucker, seriously, I’m sick of
-this spam. Why don’t you come outside with the rest of us."
+"Shut up, Perp," cracked Do Wuh. "Motherfucker, seriously, I'm sick
+of this spam. Why don't you come outside with the rest of us."
-"Oh, but to journey through the out of doors," lamented Motherfucker,
-glancing woefully at Perpetrator."Perhaps we should take the book
-outside, so we can all consult the rules if such a thing becomes
-necessary."
+_"Oh, but to journey through the out of doors,"_ lamented
+Motherfucker, glancing woefully at Perpetrator. "Perhaps we should
+take the book outside, so we can all consult the rules if such a thing
+becomes necessary."
A delicious pause.
-"That’s a good idea," nodded Perpetrator, his incessant, condescending
-glare now softening, owing to the fact that he was outnumbered. In
-spite of the rigid persona he projected, he knew when an argument was
-a lost cause. Besides, it was more likely that the others would
-stumble into diligent study if he and Motherfucker first worked to
-gain their respect by participating in their aimless, physical games.
+"That's a good idea," nodded Perpetrator, his incessant,
+condescending glare now softening, owing to the fact that he was
+outnumbered. In spite of the rigid persona he projected, he knew when
+an argument was a lost cause. Besides, it was more likely that the
+others would stumble into diligent study if he and Motherfucker first
+worked to gain their respect by participating in their aimless,
+physical games.
-"Whatever," said Do Wuh."You two are going to go blind, sitting in
+"Whatever," said Do Wuh. "You two are going to go blind, sitting in
here playing with that book all the time."
"Unlikely," remarked Perpetrator.
-"Actually, that’s a myth," offered Motherfucker.
+"Actually, that's a myth," offered Motherfucker.
Do Wuh slammed the door on his way out.
-Outside, lawnmowers hovered in the distance. Uh Huh and Coca Cola
-were already on the field, caked with dirt. It behooved Perpetrator
-to comment on their slovenly appearance.
+
+Outside, lawnmowers hovered in the distance. Uh Huh and Coca Cola
+were already on the field, caked with dirt. It behooved Perpetrator to
+comment on their slovenly appearance.
"Those are your good clothes, are they not?"
"Shut up, Perp," said Coca Cola.
-"Okay, there’s five of us here and we only need four. Perp, you’re
+"Okay, there's five of us here and we only need four. Perp, you're
out."
-"I didn’t want to play in the first place!"
+_"I_ didn't want to play in the _first_ place!"
"Then everybody wins," said Coca Cola, laughing.
Perpetrator sat down with his book and began to leaf through its
-pages, focusing intently on the text. He de-fogged his glasses with
+pages, focusing intently on the text. He de-fogged his glasses with
the corner of his shirt and chewed his fingernail as he read.
-"Spam them all. I’m studying!" he thought.
+"Spam them all. I'm studying!" he thought.
-"Indeed," replied a voice that wasn’t there.
+"Indeed," replied a voice that wasn't there.
-Perpetrator’s eyes grew large as the gold Daytons on his father’s
+Perpetrator's eyes grew large as the gold Daytons on his father's
Impala.
-"Intriguing," he thought to himself, and continued with his reading of
-the Scriptures.
+"Intriguing," he thought to himself, and continued with his reading
+of the Scriptures.
+
OLD MOLD
tags: 1861, haus_mold
-By the winter of 1861 I hadn’t seen another human being in six years.
-My gun had rusted, but that didn’t much matter as for the majority of
-my time on the mountain I had been completely snowed in.
+By the winter of 1861 I hadn't seen another human being in six
+years. My gun had rusted, but that didn't much matter as for the
+majority of my time on the mountain I had been completely snowed in.
-My graph hadn’t perturbed itself in months. I thought it might have
-simply shut itself down, protesting inactivity. I couldn’t muster the
-interest to scan its core for flaws. I considered cannibalizing it
-for parts.
+My graph hadn't perturbed itself in months. I thought it might have
+simply shut itself down, protesting inactivity. I couldn't muster the
+interest to scan its core for flaws. I considered cannibalizing it for
+parts.
-I melted some snow from the window and sloshed the water around in my
-mouth. Brine. I spit it out on the wood floor. Opened the cabinets
+I melted some snow from the window and sloshed the water around in
+my mouth. Brine. I spit it out on the wood floor. Opened the cabinets
for no real reason; there was no food left.
I contemplated trying to dig myself out.
-I got my legs attached and unlocked the front door. A flat wall of
+I got my legs attached and unlocked the front door. A flat wall of
beige snow, suspended where the sunshine should have been.
Voices, from behind the wall.
-My first thoughts ran to annoyance. I hoped they would move on.
+My first thoughts ran to annoyance. I hoped they would move on.
Anyone up here at this time of year could only be seeking after help.
Two voices meant they would be unlikely to take no for an answer from
a lone hermit such as myself.
I prepared myself for unwanted conversation.
-The strangers were polite. Dug out the front step. Offered me
-provisions when they noticed I didn’t even have a stove for cooking.
-I distracted them with talk of the astronomical data I had been
-collecting. The younger fellow was able to follow along to some
+
+The strangers were polite. Dug out the front step. Offered me
+provisions when they noticed I didn't even have a stove for cooking. I
+distracted them with talk of the astronomical data I had been
+collecting. The younger fellow was able to follow along to some
extent, but both seemed lacking in the fundamentals so I let the
subject drop.
extra horse, but they talked me into stepping out front to inspect its
injury.
-The reader will have seen this coming. I was several paces into the
+The reader will have seen this coming. I was several paces into the
front snow drift when I heard the door lock behind me.
Their provisions were still loaded onto their horses.
Their mistake.
-I ran some calculations in my head and decided that the horses could
-probably make it into town. It did take the better part of the day to
-make the journey.
-Everything had changed. The general store had expanded to include a
-bar and eatery. The grand hotel was now a school house. Inside the
-old court building, the whores were now wearing shoes. No one seemed
-to recognize me.
+I ran some calculations in my head and decided that the horses
+could probably make it into town. It did take the better part of the
+day to make the journey.
+
+Everything had changed. The general store had expanded to include a
+bar and eatery. The grand hotel was now a school house. Inside the old
+court building, the whores were now wearing shoes. No one seemed to
+recognize me.
-I bartered the two oldest horses for a new rifle, a flint and a sewing
-needle. I wouldn’t need food. I made love to a whore in order to
-blend in with the other drifters; it was frowned upon by the
+I bartered the two oldest horses for a new rifle, a flint and a
+sewing needle. I wouldn't need food. I made love to a whore in order
+to blend in with the other drifters; it was frowned upon by the
constabulary to leave town without first engaging the local labor
-pool. Civilization and tradition had conspired to keep me within city
+pool. Civilization and tradition had conspired to keep me within city
limits until after dark.
I fell asleep without replacing my eye patch.
When I woke up, it was gone.
-"’Haus Mold,’" laughed the hotel manager, reading from my card."Your
-name’s a joke, right?"
-"It’s an Indian name," I said.
+_"'Haus Mold,'"_ laughed the hotel manager, reading from my card.
+"Your name's a joke, right?"
-My bad eye focused on him and I assumed he must have caught a glimpse
-of the internal mechanism because he started when it whirred to life.
+"It's an Indian name," I said.
-"Right. You’re an injun." He gestured sarcastically as if he were
+My bad eye focused on him and I assumed he must have caught a
+glimpse of the internal mechanism because he started when it whirred
+to life.
+
+"Right. You're an injun." He gestured sarcastically as if he were
jerking off.
-I glanced over at his daughter. The whore I had bedded. He noticed
+I glanced over at his daughter. The whore I had bedded. He noticed
this and his voice trailed off.
-As my boots hit the dirt outside the hotel, the snow was just starting
-to pick up. The first big storms up the mountain would have rolled in
-the night before. The pass would be buried until spring.
+
+As my boots hit the dirt outside the hotel, the snow was just
+starting to pick up. The first big storms up the mountain would have
+rolled in the night before. The pass would be buried until spring.
I made a backup of myself and dropped it in the mail to New York.
Just in case.
-As I approached my horse, a shot rang out. Its echo clashed against
-the wooden slats of the general store, the school and the casino. My
+As I approached my horse, a shot rang out. Its echo clashed against
+the wooden slats of the general store, the school and the casino. My
horse tipped over like a grandfather clock, brains pushing out of its
-impacted eye socket. I noted that we had both contrived to lose the
+impacted eye socket. I noted that we had both contrived to lose the
same eye.
-I turned and raised my new rifle, returned fire. It was no surprise
-to me who I’d killed.
+I turned and raised my new rifle, returned fire. It was no surprise
+to me who I'd killed.
"Fair fight!" some idiot exclaimed.
-"Squash it," I barked."Increase the peace."
+"Squash it," I barked. "Increase the peace."
+
-I rode west. Once out of town, I removed my clothing and walked
+I rode west. Once out of town, I removed my clothing and walked
beside my horse.
The snow eventually gave way to desert.
+
FAST
tags: 4086, albert_lunsford, piro, shit_mold
-There are folded bits of me coming off. The heated stress in the room
-has peeled back the edges of my face and I think that the human glue
-underneath is melting away...
+There are folded bits of me coming off. The heated stress in the
+room has peeled back the edges of my face and I think that the human
+glue underneath is melting away...
-In four minutes I will leave for the day, cutting through the steam to
-the outer door of my compartment. In four minutes, I will sleep.
+In four minutes I will leave for the day, cutting through the steam
+to the outer door of my compartment. In four minutes, I will sleep.
Well, no.
-The stacks of leaves are cleared. I’ve fought off the last bits of
-synthetic sick from the foodstuffs in the office pantry. But the
-vending machines haven’t been refilled in almost a month, and the food
-ports back up when there isn’t anyone around to place orders. I’m in
-the same boat in my quartersâ•”I try to stay on the button and make
-due with what I can coax from the machines (I’m always working), but
-it’s hard to keep myself awake when I’m always so hungry.
+The stacks of leaves are cleared. I've fought off the last bits of
+synthetic sick from the foodstuffs in the office pantry. But the
+vending machines haven't been refilled in almost a month, and the food
+ports back up when there isn't anyone around to place orders. I'm in
+the same boat in my quarters -- I try to stay on the button and make
+due with what I can coax from the machines (I'm always working), but
+it's hard to keep myself awake when I'm always so hungry.
The last of the leaves put away, I can now turn down my screens and
-cover my seat for the morning decontamination cycle. It seems I’ve
-missed one; a straggler. The little leaf confronts me, cross to have
-been overlooked. I find it hunkered down, nearly collapsed into a
-pile of itself, casting an agitated shadow on the carpet. Its facing
-edge wavers in and out of focus in the reduced lighting. I regard it
+cover my seat for the morning decontamination cycle. It seems I've
+missed one; a straggler. The little leaf confronts me, cross to have
+been overlooked. I find it hunkered down, nearly collapsed into a pile
+of itself, casting an agitated shadow on the carpet. Its facing edge
+wavers in and out of focus in the reduced lighting. I regard it
blankly and then crush it with my heel.
-Next: The King’s quarters, which must also be purged of filth.
+Next: The King's quarters, which must also be purged of filth.
+
-I pull up an icon of Albert Lunsford and meditate on the seventh book
-of volume four. Walking On The Moon.
+I pull up an icon of Albert Lunsford and meditate on the seventh
+book of volume four. _Walking On The Moon.
-It is Ramadan, and everyone is gone.
+It is _Ramadan,_ and everyone is gone.
The station turns.
+
SELECTION
tags: 2179, massive_fictions, rimbaud, stanley
-All of this was not going to work for him anymore. It was coming down
-around his ankles. His output had exceeded his company’s resources,
-and his private prospects were taking a nosedive as well. He could
-hardly pay himself to write. Without that weekly stipend from MASSIVE
-FICTIONS, he wasn’t going to make rent on the storage facility for his
-collections. One unwelcome change blurred into another, and in short
-order, the accumulated results were overwhelming to contemplate.
-
-Rimbaud passed Stanley on the fifty-fourth floor and tipped his hat.
-Stanley was probably off to tinker with more of hisâ•”what had he
-called themâ•” martial simulations. What a thought; larping about as
-if to train for war. But, this was Stanley, and, after all, this was
-one of Stanley’s interests. No harm was being done, in any case.
+All of this was not going to work for him anymore. It was coming
+down around his ankles. His output had exceeded his company's
+resources, and his private prospects were taking a nosedive as well.
+He could hardly pay himself to write. Without that weekly stipend from
+_MASSIVE FICTIONS,_ he wasn't going to make rent on the storage facility
+for his collections. One unwelcome change blurred into another, and
+in short order, the accumulated results were overwhelming to
+contemplate.
+
+Rimbaud passed Stanley on the fifty-fourth floor and tipped his
+hat. Stanley was probably off to tinker with more of his -- what had
+he called them -- _martial simulations._ What a thought; larping about
+as if to train for war. But, this was Stanley, and, after all, this
+was one of Stanley's interests. No harm was being done, in any case.
As he navigated the spiraling path, the requisite plying of a new
-editor at some other ragâ•”what other rags were even leftâ•”was very
-much on his mind. A crease formed across his forehead as he alit
+editor at some other rag -- what other rags were even left -- was very
+much on his mind. A crease formed across his forehead as he alit
gently on the elevator, negotiating the physical geometry with his
body whilst simultaneously evaluating potential budget configurations
-in his mind. Duality. Synchronous operation. He watched the
-frothing crowd of his countrymen, churning to and fro along the
-pathways below. They resembled nothing so much as beer suds sloshing
-in a bed of potting soil. And it was a very long way down.
-Petalsâ•”floorsâ•”whipped by silently, causing the sun to blink,
-languidly, somewhere near the horizon.
+in his mind. Duality. Synchronous operation. He watched the frothing
+crowd of his countrymen, churning to and fro along the pathways below.
+They resembled nothing so much as beer suds sloshing in a bed of
+potting soil. And it was a very long way down. Petals -- floors --
+whipped by silently, causing the sun to blink, languidly, somewhere
+near the horizon.
Rimbaud stood amongst his fellow salarymen and mused that,
self-evidently, the architecture of their day would have to be
-considered superior to that of any previous era. From his studies he
+considered superior to that of any previous era. From his studies he
recalled that, in centuries past, forays had been made into evolving
wholly organic super-structures, but that it had taken the better part
-of a four hundred yearsâ•”bringing the public state-of-the-art almost
-up to date with that of his own great-grandfather’s famous,
-proprietary workâ•”before emergent plant mimicry was fully integrated
-into the mainstream of public works. While it was true that most
-citizen hovelsâ•”even todayâ•”evinced the brute angles and sharp
-corners characteristic of the twentieth century’s most prolific
+of a four hundred years -- bringing the public state-of-the-art almost
+up to date with that of his own great-grandfather's famous,
+proprietary work -- before emergent plant mimicry was fully integrated
+into the mainstream of public works. While it was true that most
+citizen hovels -- even today -- evinced the brute angles and sharp
+corners characteristic of the twentieth century's most prolific
architects (perhaps out of some sense of fealty to tradition, since,
structurally, such arbitrary designs were no longer strictly
necessary), in his own lifetime he had witnessed the marvelous
transformation of municipal buildings from great, lumbering and
-inefficient storage containers into organic, plebeian tangles of
-smoothly curving branches, stems and flowering foyers. Why, his own
-quarters were situated within just such a fractal space! Rimbaud had
+inefficient _storage containers_ into organic, plebeian tangles of
+smoothly curving branches, stems and flowering foyers. Why, his own
+quarters were situated within just such a fractal space! Rimbaud had
to remind himself that the upper-most levels of these buildings, or,
-more appropriately, growths, were still reserved for the business
-classes and their various concerns. He observed with some
-satisfaction that these concessions were small sacrifice when weighed
-against the general improvements to the Commons such commerce
-inevitably yielded. The slums were already starting to grow over.
+more appropriately, _growths,_ were still reserved for the business
+classes and their various concerns. He observed with some satisfaction
+that these concessions were small sacrifice when weighed against the
+general improvements to the Commons such commerce inevitably yielded.
+The slums were already starting to grow over.
The express elevator distended and Rimbaud disembarked towards an
-identification booth. He slid into a vacant pod and hooked his legs
+identification booth. He slid into a vacant pod and hooked his legs
around the seating apparatus as his entire body was rotated into
-position. From there, his awareness shifted back to Home. Thus
+position. From there, his awareness shifted back to Home. Thus
transported, he prepared his evening meal to the accompaniment of a
-historical recording. His pleasure was the Existentialist literature
+historical recording. His pleasure was the Existentialist literature
of the mid- twentieth century, and he preferred to track the audio
-wholly eyes-free while handling his cooking materials. Sophistry,
+wholly eyes-free while handling his cooking materials. Sophistry,
perhaps, but well within the curve of the culturally acceptable
-plotted for him by his trusted almanack.
+plotted for him by his trusted _almanack._
-Pulsing from the far counter came a notice that his tuna had thawed.
-Rimbaud slid to the other side of his pod and began eating pieces of
-raw fish. From an adjacent curved plate he selected a number of
-additional food items to link into his meal. By running a finger
+Pulsing from the far counter came a notice that his tuna had
+thawed. Rimbaud slid to the other side of his pod and began eating
+pieces of raw fish. From an adjacent curved plate he selected a number
+of additional food items to link into his meal. By running a finger
across the stamen of the plate, Rimbaud seasoned the course to his
-liking. He chose some vegetables and elected to submerse them in one
-half-ounce of wood-aged high-fructose corn syrup. He flattered
-himself that his tastes were truly refined.
+liking. He chose some vegetables and elected to submerse them in one
+half-ounce of wood-aged high-fructose corn syrup. He flattered himself
+that his tastes were truly refined.
-The 8-bit alarm drones Rimbaud had programmed for eight o’clock (a
+The 8-bit alarm drones Rimbaud had programmed for eight o'clock (a
clever recursive reference, he had thought) sounded, softly, and he
knew then that it was time to replace the dishes within their folds
-and return to work. Rimbaud made a gesture towards the door, and the
+and return to work. Rimbaud made a gesture towards the door, and the
sunlight streaming in from above shifted, gave way to the interior of
-his encephaloid pod. Identification. He untangled his legs and got
+his encephaloid pod. Identification. He untangled his legs and got
himself up, running a hand through his mussed hair and replacing his
-felt cap. He smoothed down his jacket and made his way back through
+felt cap. He smoothed down his jacket and made his way back through
the forest of salarymen, climbing once again into the express
-elevator. As he flitted up the stem of the building, he thought to
+elevator. As he flitted up the stem of the building, he thought to
himself that his lunch periods seemed shorter and shorter as his life
-progressed. As he grew objectively older.
+progressed. As he grew objectively older.
Finally reaching his objective at the very top of the building,
Rimbaud took stock of the vast garden spread out across the city
-below. Millions of his fellow countrymen were busy going about their
+below. Millions of his fellow countrymen were busy going about their
daily tasks, worker bees distributing commercially registered pollen.
-None questioning themselves as he did. None of them devoting the
-scant moments of their free time to comparing themselves unfavorably
-with American negroes of centuries past. Was his toil really so
-objectionable as all that? Such nonsense that he allowed to enter his
+None questioning themselves as he did. None of them devoting the scant
+moments of their free time to comparing themselves unfavorably with
+American negroes of centuries past. Was his toil really so
+objectionable as all that? Such nonsense that he allowed to enter his
mind.
Rimbaud then reflected upon his appearance, and suddenly he was
-grossly ashamed. He wiped away the stray rivulets of sweat from his
-forehead and pulled the end of his antique almanack slightly out of
+grossly ashamed. He wiped away the stray rivulets of sweat from his
+forehead and pulled the end of his antique _almanack_ slightly out of
his breast pocket, cater-corner, plainly into the view of casual
-passers-by. Moribund regrets of servitude would not cast a pallor
-upon his demeanor. I have a choice in this matter, he thought. My
-suffering is mine, and mine alone.
+passers-by. Moribund regrets of servitude would not cast a pallor upon
+his demeanor. _I have a choice in this matter,_ he thought. _My
+suffering is mine, and mine alone._
+
+As the elevator distended once more, Rimbaud was bathed in the
+bright, sympathetic air of photosynthesis made comprehensible.
-As the elevator distended once more, Rimbaud was bathed in the bright,
-sympathetic air of photosynthesis made comprehensible.
+As was his usual habit, he pushed the negative thoughts from his
+mind, choosing instead to consider the significance of beautiful
+flowers.
-As was his usual habit, he pushed the negative thoughts from his mind,
-choosing instead to consider the significance of beautiful flowers.
SPEED GRADING
tags: 4086, piro, tab2
-I’m cleaning out the King’s cupboards when I run across some old
+I'm cleaning out the King's cupboards when I run across some old
detritus that he had thought it would be a good idea to bring along
with him to the station.
-Thomas.
+_Thomas._
According to legend, he wrote this paper for a grade school
-assignment. As I recall, it triggered unrest amongst the faculty. In
+assignment. As I recall, it triggered unrest amongst the faculty. In
the absence of advanced philosophical technology, papers written by
school children wielded the capability to disrupt classroom
activities.
-The popular image of Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus
-Mozart is inaccurate to the point of ridiculousness. However, this
-has not prevented a multiplicity of interpretations from emerging to
-surround his work. Ludwig von Ko z.z. chel’s contrived naming
-convention has even been absorbed into the text of Mozart’s published
-scores, sans any indication that Herr Mozart did not create these
-titles himself. Beneath the layers of false attribution lies a man
-(J. C. W. T. M.) whose own prodigious correspondence is often the
-last resource consulted by would-be experts. Thus, the common
-conception of the silly-voiced man-child, idiot savant dominates the
-commentary upon his work even to this day.
-
-Figures such as Mozart are invoked almost as articles of our language,
-employed as symbols of narratives larger than the mere facts of their
-corporeal existence. This phenomenon renders any deeper investigation
-into the men themselves a trifling diversion, an unnecessary
-digression at best. When one appears to be referencing a rich study
-of the available facts, what one is too often doing, instead, is
-invoking the surface texture of popular memory (most often grossly
-misconstrued, but constituting a shared culture nonetheless). It is
-shamefully dishonest to put forward such vagary as learned discourse.
-
-But. Is this lamentable transgression so far removed from the process
-of creating words, themselves? I beseech the thoughtful reader to
-consider that language, to begin with, is merely a collection of
+
+The popular image of _Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus
+Mozart_ is inaccurate to the point of ridiculousness. However, this has
+not prevented a multiplicity of interpretations from emerging to
+surround his work. Ludwig von Kochel's contrived naming convention has
+even been absorbed into the text of Mozart's published scores, sans
+any indication that Herr Mozart did not create these titles himself.
+Beneath the layers of false attribution lies a man (J. C. W. T. M.)
+whose own prodigious correspondence is often the last resource
+consulted by would-be experts. Thus, the common conception of the
+silly-voiced man-child, _idiot savant_ dominates the commentary upon
+his work even to this day.
+
+Figures such as Mozart are invoked almost as articles of our
+language, employed as symbols of narratives larger than the mere facts
+of their corporeal existence. This phenomenon renders any deeper
+investigation into the men themselves a trifling diversion, an
+unnecessary digression at best. When one appears to be referencing a
+rich study of the available facts, what one is too often doing,
+instead, is invoking the surface texture of popular memory (most often
+grossly misconstrued, but constituting a shared culture nonetheless).
+It is shamefully dishonest to put forward such vagary as learned
+discourse.
+
+But. Is this lamentable transgression so far removed from the
+process of creating words, themselves? I beseech the thoughtful reader
+to consider that language, to begin with, is merely a collection of
consensual, codified misunderstandings.
-I will now shift contexts and refer to the decades-long correspondence
-between the Americans Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. It is unlikely
-that the modern reader is familiar with these gentlemen. Sadly, the
-average Federalist/Anti-Federalist scholar is likewise ignorant of
-their existence. And yet, it must be pointed out, portions of their
-correspondence have been, since 1926, accepted into the Scriptures.
-One recoils at the cognitive dissonance; this vast field of Green
-scholarship, donning its own willfully fogged-over spectacles in order
-to better scrawl out its blind declarations. It is deemed acceptable
-to reference the icons of culture by name or by clique, but it is seen
-as counterproductive to make clearly understood precisely what it is
-one is trying to say. Of course, not all manglings of the language
-are intentional, and not all such manglings are equally deceptive.
-Some people just don’t care about the Bible.
+I will now shift contexts and refer to the decades-long
+correspondence between the Americans Thomas Jefferson and John Adams.
+It is unlikely that the modern reader is familiar with these
+gentlemen. Sadly, the average Federalist/Anti-Federalist scholar is
+likewise ignorant of their existence. And yet, it must be pointed out,
+portions of their correspondence have been, since 1926, accepted into
+the Scriptures. One recoils at the cognitive dissonance; this vast
+field of Green scholarship, donning its own willfully fogged-over
+spectacles in order to better scrawl out its blind declarations. It is
+deemed acceptable to reference the icons of culture by name or by
+clique, but it is seen as counterproductive to make clearly understood
+precisely what it is one is trying to say. Of course, not all
+manglings of the language are intentional, and not all such manglings
+are equally deceptive. Some people just don't care about the Bible.
There persists an interplay between the rigorous accuracy that is
ostensibly sought after and the broad symbolism that is most easily
-digested. I am prepared to admit that in my own work I have yet to
-satisfactorily bridge these disparate vectors of focus. Even an
-isolated, outlying case refuses to make itself known. For example, I
+digested. I am prepared to admit that in my own work I have yet to
+satisfactorily bridge these disparate vectors of focus. Even an
+isolated, outlying case refuses to make itself known. For example, I
am capable of pursuing either individual goal with exceeding stamina
and skill, and yet I am resigned to my failure in striking a balance
-between the two as a whole. I have discovered no happy synthesis. No
-congenial associations between the two paths. The network betwixt
-particle and wave refuses to materialize. Redoubled focus simply
+between the two as a whole. I have discovered no happy synthesis. No
+congenial associations between the two paths. The network betwixt
+particle and wave refuses to materialize. Redoubled focus simply
dissolves into a migraine headache.
-This, then, is the eternal struggle. The Mozart of reality versus the
-Mozart of history.
+This, then, is the eternal struggle. The Mozart of reality versus
+the Mozart of history.
-Why read the entirety of Jefferson’s correspondence when a blind
+Why read the entirety of Jefferson's correspondence when a blind
quotation will suffice?
-As I compare like with unlike, I stumble upon the realization that the
-vision of others, is, by necessity, likewise obstructed. This myopia
-that afflicts me is not an invention, a deficiency particular to my
-person. All of our screens are thus occluded, whether we recognize it
-or not. In our minds, the eminence of the signifier shall always
-eclipse that of the signified. Ironically, we trip repeatedly over
-this blunt limitation, which itself probably evolved as a means to
-facilitate communication.
+As I compare like with unlike, I stumble upon the realization that
+the vision of others, is, by necessity, likewise obstructed. This
+myopia that afflicts me is not an invention, a deficiency particular
+to my person. _All_ of our screens are thus occluded, whether we
+recognize it or not. In our minds, the eminence of the signifier shall
+always eclipse that of the signified. Ironically, we trip repeatedly
+over this blunt limitation, which itself probably evolved as a means
+to facilitate communication.
-What I’m trying to say is, stop trying to tell me what I mean.
+What I'm trying to say is, stop trying to tell me what I mean.
In this paper I have demonstrated the inherent political power of
-dictionaries. The careful reader will adjust his ambitions
+dictionaries. The careful reader will adjust his ambitions
accordingly.
-I fold the leaf and replace it within its compartment. We are way
-beyond these sorts of observations by now, Thomas. Today I would mark
-this paper with a C-, at best. But, you wrote for your time. Some
-inaccuracies and the overall sparseness of detail may be forgiven. I
+
+I fold the leaf and replace it within its compartment. We are way
+beyond these sorts of observations by now, Thomas. Today I would mark
+this paper with a C-, at best. But, you wrote for your time. Some
+inaccuracies and the overall sparseness of detail may be forgiven. I
confirm the historical grade (A-) by thumbprint and wave away the
hovering screen.
-While I was a grading, something in the room has changed. A faint
-white light illuminates the port hole of the King’s quarters.
+While I was a grading, something in the room has changed. A faint
+white light illuminates the port hole of the King's quarters.
I make my way over to investigate the disturbance.
+
ANALYSIS
tags: 2182, rimbaud, violet
There was a slow dithering moment before it all coalesced and came
-upon him like a spilled dinner tray. All of the air went out of him
-at once. What the tiny viewscreen showed him would certainly mean the
-end of his tenure; if not his career as an instructor of children’s
+upon him like a spilled dinner tray. All of the air went out of him at
+once. What the tiny viewscreen showed him would certainly mean the end
+of his tenure; if not his career as an instructor of children's
literature.
Little Violet reading from her diary.
-He clutched at the front pocket on his shirt for tobacco. Must keep
-watch. (Can’t watch.) He ran a knotted hand through his auburn
-strands (or lack thereof) and pulled at the lobe of his ear while blue
-smoke ran fingers of its own down his cheek, mocking him tenderly.
+He clutched at the front pocket on his shirt for tobacco. Must keep
+watch. (Can't watch.) He ran a knotted hand through his auburn strands
+(or lack thereof) and pulled at the lobe of his ear while blue smoke
+ran fingers of its own down his cheek, mocking him tenderly.
Another minute, maybe less.
-As Violet brought her reading to a close, the other children began to
-text each other about the performance, proceeding to update their
-class journals as they waited for a response. The classroom was
-devoid of snickers. The group had broken out into mad hysterics of
-flat silence. Rimbaud’s attention was still rapt.
+As Violet brought her reading to a close, the other children began
+to text each other about the performance, proceeding to update their
+class journals as they waited for a response. The classroom was devoid
+of snickers. The group had broken out into mad hysterics of flat
+silence. Rimbaud's attention was still rapt.
What Violet had said.
He pocketed the monitor and poked his cigarette into a receptacle.
Attached his glasses and pushed back through the heavy air of the
-empty hallway. Resumed his classroom.
+empty hallway. Resumed his classroom.
-She’d kept quiet.
+She'd kept quiet.
In spite of her innuendo, bald threats, blatant comminations,
-exaggerated bluster, roundabout disparagement; she hadn’t shared her
+exaggerated bluster, roundabout disparagement; she hadn't shared her
scathing review of his first novel with the class.
That was good.
Rimaud considered staying on for the semester.
-He thought: Those who can’t, teach.
+He thought: _Those who can't, teach._
The students remained silent as he entered.
+
JERRYMANDER FALLS
tags: 1868, haus_mold, jerrymander_mold
-The polls had closed and so Jerrymander did the only thing he knew how
-to do, aside from campaigning, which was to crack open a beer and down
-the whole thing in one gulp.
+The polls had closed and so Jerrymander did the only thing he knew
+how to do, aside from campaigning, which was to crack open a beer and
+down the whole thing in one gulp.
-The beverage exhibited no effect upon his overweight, mechanical body.
+The beverage exhibited no effect upon his overweight, mechanical
+body.
-Grover fucking Cleveland! he growled.
+_Grover fucking Cleveland!_ he growled.
Opening another can, he decided that America deserved a Democrat.
-Fuck ’em, he mumbled.
+_Fuck 'em,_ he mumbled.
+
"Stop pretending to be drunk."
-Haus Mold stood in the doorway, examining Jerrymander’s hotel room.
+Haus Mold stood in the doorway, examining Jerrymander's hotel room.
"Where are your people," he asked.
-"I sent them away. There’s no point in listening to their excuses."
+"I sent them away. There's no point in listening to their excuses."
"You seem to be taking this awfully personally."
"So what."
-Jerrymander put down his beer can and paced the circumference of the
-curved room.
+Jerrymander put down his beer can and paced the circumference of
+the curved room.
"Something troubles me about this election," he said at last.
-"Sure. You didn’t win."
+"Sure. You didn't win."
Jerrymander scowled.
-The horse looked worried. It seemed to sag under the weight of
-Jerrymander’s saddle.
-"There’s no reason for you to leave town over this," Haus pleaded.
+The horse looked worried. It seemed to sag under the weight of
+Jerrymander's saddle.
+
+"There's no reason for you to leave town over this," Haus pleaded.
-"Fuck ’em," was all Jerrymander would say. He repeated it quietly
+"Fuck 'em," was all Jerrymander would say. He repeated it quietly
several times before trailing off into belligerent silence.
-Dust caught in Haus’ face and false teeth as the horse made a go of
+
+Dust caught in Haus' face and false teeth as the horse made a go of
things.
-Jerrymander didn’t look back.
+Jerrymander didn't look back.
+
-Once the old man was gone, Haus retreated to his hotel room and laid
-down on his bed. The name kept coming back to him. Jerrymander
-Falls.
+Once the old man was gone, Haus retreated to his hotel room and
+laid down on his bed. The name kept coming back to him. _Jerrymander
+Falls._
-He unlatched his satchel and checked the integrity of the Mold backups
-for the third time that day.
+He unlatched his satchel and checked the integrity of the Mold
+backups for the third time that day.
-Haus finally made up his mind. He took out his pen and got started on
-the paperwork.
+Haus finally made up his mind. He took out his pen and got started
+on the paperwork.
Hard reboot.
+
VISUAL RHETORIC
tags: 1983, 4086, piro, tab2
-Thomas Bright’s disembodied head regarded me from the other side of
+Thomas Bright's disembodied head regarded me from the other side of
the port hole.
I made a little waving gesture and he smiled.
-"Don’t just stand there," he said."You’ve got to help me!"
+"Don't just stand there," he said. "You've got to help me!"
-First of all, they’re not voices.
-In the fall of 1980, fast approaching my twenty-third birthday, I had
-become enamored with the irrational certainty that something
-dramatically and disturbingly... well, bad... was going to happen
-during the course of the coming year. I had weathered a series of
+First of all, they're not voices.
+
+In the fall of 1980, fast approaching my twenty-third birthday, I
+had become enamored with the irrational certainty that something
+dramatically and disturbingly... well, _bad..._ was going to happen
+during the course of the coming year. I had weathered a series of
nightmares about tornadoes and hurricanes, which had lately been
joined by a progression of graphically detailed plane crashes.
Eventually, the two dream-streams collided and morphed into a single,
-recurring narrative. The twin tornadoes (one comprised of dust and
-the other comprised of water) inched down a gravel road to demolish a
-giant diorama of Manhattan. This diorama had been laid out like a
+recurring narrative. The twin tornadoes (one comprised of dust and the
+other comprised of water) inched down a gravel road to demolish a
+giant diorama of Manhattan. This diorama had been laid out like a
room-sized map across the altar of the Methodist church I attended as
-a child. Curious, right? I could see the whirlwinds of destruction
-making their way slowly towards the church. A seemingly random
-sampling of individuals I’d known throughout my childhood each knelt
+a child. Curious, right? I could see the whirlwinds of destruction
+making their way slowly towards the church. A seemingly random
+sampling of individuals I'd known throughout my childhood each knelt
down on the floor with me, playing with an assortment of plastic
-military toysâ•”planesâ•”flying them around the diorama city. We
+military toys -- planes -- flying them around the diorama city. We
would throw the toy planes like footballs and crash them into the
-buildings. This distracted us from the impending arrival of the
-tornadoes. The floor of the giant map was complete with a legend,
+buildings. This distracted us from the impending arrival of the
+tornadoes. The floor of the giant map was complete with a legend,
compass, and an elaborate island airstrip (which seemed to be noticed
-only by me). Usually, the dream cut off when I spotted the island and
-walked over to stand on it. I would invariably become convinced that
+only by me). Usually, the dream cut off when I spotted the island and
+walked over to stand on it. I would invariably become convinced that
there was something of great importance buried beneath its surface.
The last thing I would see as I woke up would be an outline of the
bold script of the name of the island, stubbornly obscured by my feet.
Earlier in my childhood, I had convinced myself that a number of
disembodied intelligences (perhaps the most intriguing of which was a
-sentient idea referring to itself as the avatar of Sarcasm) had
+sentient idea referring to itself as the avatar of _Sarcasm)_ had
repeatedly, and quite insistently, presented me with the opportunity
-to become the living Anti-Christ. The world would be delivered to me
+to become the living Anti-Christ. The world would be delivered to me
if only I were willing to perform a series of simple tasks that would
-demonstrate my dedication to the sentient idea’s service. Horrified,
-I vehemently refused, and took measures I believed would prevent my
-proposed political career from ever getting far off the ground. To
-this day I still can’t secure a credit card. The tasks I was given
+demonstrate my dedication to the sentient idea's service. Horrified, I
+vehemently refused, and took measures I believed would prevent my
+proposed political career from ever getting far off the ground. To
+this day I still can't secure a credit card. The tasks I was given
were to have been a simple set of mundane actions, which would have
harmed no one, and which would have caused me no undue personal
-hardship. And yet, I was not enthused with this idea of becoming the
+hardship. And yet, I was not enthused with this idea of becoming the
personification of a Scriptural prophecy whose study had generated
-such distress in me as a child. Sarcasm was amused, andâ•”wellâ•”it
-would sarcastically counter my adamant refusals by drilling vivid
+such distress in me as a child. _Sarcasm_ was amused, and -- well -- it
+would _sarcastically_ counter my adamant refusals by drilling vivid
images of the nuclear holocaust described in the book of Revelation
-directly into my brain. I have to say, it didn’t take long for the
-Biblical stuff to wear thin. By 1975 I had become convinced that
-these images depicted the aftermath of attacks perpetrated against the
-United States by Islamic terrorists. I was certain that these attacks
-would occur sometime within the next fifty years. I privately told my
+directly into my brain. I have to say, it didn't take long for the
+Biblical stuff to wear thin. By 1975 I had become convinced that these
+images depicted the aftermath of attacks perpetrated against the
+United States by Islamic terrorists. I was certain that these attacks
+would occur sometime within the next fifty years. I privately told my
girlfriend at the time that the next major war involving the United
States would be centered upon Iraq, and that I hoped conscription
-would not be re-instated (as it had been in my ’vision,’ or whatever
+would not be re-instated (as it had been in my 'vision,' or whatever
you want to call it), because I was certain that I would be called up
-by my father’s employers and sent off to... well, there was more.
-Let’s just say there was more. In light of all this, I wasn’t sure I
-could keep saying no to Sarcasm forever.
-
-Of course, while I was well aware that this was all
-make-believeâ•”made-up nonsenseâ•”the impact it had upon my
-disposition and outlook was similar to what might have been expected
-if the situation had, in fact, been real. The metaphorical tabs had
-started fitting into the metaphorical slots and they had become
-impossible to ignore, as the resulting papercraft devices had begun to
-made themselves apparent everywhere I looked. I was starting to
-detect the seams in the walls. Stress points in theoretical
-structures I had never before thought to examine.
-
-Perhaps here I should pause and explain how this communication between
-myself and Sarcasm most often took form.
-
-Generally, I do not think in words. Cognition for me has always
+by my father's employers and sent off to... well, there was more.
+Let's just say there was more. In light of all this, I wasn't sure I
+could keep saying no to _Sarcasm_ forever.
+
+Of course, while I was well aware that this was all make-believe --
+made-up nonsense -- the impact it had upon my disposition and outlook
+was similar to what might have been expected if the situation _had,_ in
+fact, been real. The metaphorical tabs had started fitting into the
+metaphorical slots and they had become impossible to ignore, as the
+resulting papercraft devices had begun to made themselves apparent
+everywhere I looked. I was starting to detect the seams in the walls.
+Stress points in theoretical structures I had never before thought to
+examine.
+
+Perhaps here I should pause and explain how this communication
+between myself and _Sarcasm_ most often took form.
+
+Generally, I do not think in words. Cognition for me has always
involved a series of images which fit together as multidimensional
shapes, each distinguished by size, color and texture rather than by
-subject matter or meaning. For example, for as long as I can
-remember, I have associated certain colors with the numerals zero
-through nine. Zero is white, one is black, two is yellow, three is
-orange, four is blue, five is redâ•”and so on. As a youth I would
-store and retrieve long strings of arbitrary numbers simply by
-arranging the colored blocks into an appropriate collage and
-committing said collage to visual memory. So, groups of numbers
-naturally took on an aesthetic as well as a symbolic meaning. Four
-quarters (yellow-red, yellow-red, yellow-red, yellow-red) made up one
-dollar (black-white-white). Adding or subtracting blocks of colors
-was faster for me than learning ’real’ math. It was mostly a
-subconscious substitution, but it worked approximately up until middle
-school, when we started to be taught branches of mathematics that
-cannot typically be solved ’all in your head.’ I had read an article
-in POPULAR SCIENCE or SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN or some other magazine
-around this time that stated the structure of the human brain made it
-impossible to solve complex algebra or geometry problems by simply
-thinking about them visually. Well, this had the unfortunate stink of
-truth about it, whether it was true or not, and I was sold on the idea
-from that moment forward. To this day, the colors go dead when I try
-to envision linear equations. Silly, right? Anyway. Incoming ideas
-typically flow across the ridges, valleys and other topographical
-surfaces of my consciousness and are, as I said, molded into
-multidimensional shapes that are then stored as visual memories.
-Reasoning and deduction are simply a matter of arranging these shapes
-into aesthetically ’correct’ sequences and compositions. Somehow,
-this visual logic seems to map. It’s a firm validation of the
-Platonic whateveryoucallit. Placing all of my shapes into their
-natural positions, and then abstracting that visual record into a
-sequence of English words and phrases which are human-readable, seems
-to produce lucid thought that I am often told is remarkable for its
-clarity and insight. Or, perhaps I’m merely deluding myself and I’m
-only mimicking the bits of language that I’ve managed to pick up from
-normal humans after hearing the words repeated over and over again.
-Maybe this is all crap. Either way, I’ve somehow managed to scratch
-out a modest living for close to twenty-seven years. No one has had
-to help me wipe my own ass. I often wonder if other human beings
-process language the same way that I do, but have merely failed to
-articulate the process in a coherent manner. Perhaps they create
-descriptions of their thought processes out of the more typical,
-flawed vernaculars, which unfortunately proceeds to shape their
-cognition and leave them striving to fulfill those false accounts with
-aggressive phenomenological action. All of this would of course be at
-the expense of their own more naturally occurring mental rhythms. The
-virus of language is a parasite feeding on the fat of the human mind.
-In my case, my own communications with the archetypal concepts of
-Sarcasm and Messiah seems to have occurred on the sub-linguistic level
-of colors and shapes, which I have come to believe is nearer to our
-wetware than the instruction sets (in this case, the English language)
-with which we are trained from birth to hypnotize ourselves. What if,
-through some fundamentally subterranean mechanism, we are
-unconsciously grouping items into structures that alter our English
-even before it bubbles into our internal stream of consciousness?
-This is to say nothing of what inevitably comes spurting out of our
-mouths. It was a sudden preponderance of recognizable patterns in my
-own linguistic reflexesâ•”it seemed that someone had been sleeping in
-my bed, if you willâ•”which, when decoded into English, produced a
-convincing resemblance to direct communication between myself and an
-outside force. Was it apophenia? Well, who can say? While it is
-true that there is an element of divining at play, the elaborate
-motifs which seemed to emerge in my reflexive patterns of thought
-cannot merely be dismissed as broadcast irritants, disrupting my
-mental space like so much rumbling of bass from a car down the street.
-These patterns I’ve been describing would also respond to my probing.
-That is to say, they would respond intelligibly. Two-way
-communication was observed to occur. Hence my references to a running
-dialogue between myself and the constructs. Hence my mention of their
-offers and of my rejections.
-
-Back at the end of the world, having taken several months to mull over
-the myriad of proportions and relationships which were emerging,
+subject matter or meaning. For example, for as long as I can remember,
+I have associated certain colors with the numerals zero through nine.
+Zero is white, one is black, two is yellow, three is orange, four is
+blue, five is red -- and so on. As a youth I would store and retrieve
+long strings of arbitrary numbers simply by arranging the colored
+blocks into an appropriate collage and committing said collage to
+visual memory. So, groups of numbers naturally took on an aesthetic as
+well as a symbolic meaning. Four quarters (yellow-red, yellow-red,
+yellow-red, yellow-red) made up one dollar (black-white-white). Adding
+or subtracting blocks of colors was faster for me than learning 'real'
+math. It was mostly a subconscious substitution, but it worked
+approximately up until middle school, when we started to be taught
+branches of mathematics that cannot typically be solved 'all in your
+head.' I had read an article in POPULAR SCIENCE or SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN
+or some other magazine around this time that stated the structure of
+the human brain made it impossible to solve complex algebra or
+geometry problems by simply thinking about them visually. Well, this
+had the unfortunate stink of truth about it, whether it was true or
+not, and I was sold on the idea from that moment forward. To this day,
+the colors go dead when I try to envision linear equations. Silly,
+right? Anyway. Incoming ideas typically flow across the ridges,
+valleys and other topographical surfaces of my consciousness and are,
+as I said, molded into multidimensional shapes that are then stored as
+visual memories. Reasoning and deduction are simply a matter of
+arranging these shapes into aesthetically 'correct' sequences and
+compositions. Somehow, this visual logic seems to map. It's a firm
+validation of the Platonic _whateveryoucallit._ Placing all of my
+shapes into their natural positions, and then abstracting that visual
+record into a sequence of English words and phrases which are
+human-readable, seems to produce lucid thought that I am often told is
+remarkable for its clarity and insight. Or, perhaps I'm merely
+deluding myself and I'm only mimicking the bits of language that I've
+managed to pick up from normal humans after hearing the words repeated
+over and over again. Maybe this is all crap. Either way, I've somehow
+managed to scratch out a modest living for close to twenty-seven
+years. No one has had to help me wipe my own ass. I often wonder if
+other human beings process language the same way that I do, but have
+merely failed to articulate the process in a coherent manner. Perhaps
+they create descriptions of their thought processes out of the more
+typical, flawed vernaculars, which unfortunately proceeds to shape
+their cognition and leave them striving to fulfill those false
+accounts with aggressive phenomenological action. All of this would of
+course be at the expense of their own more naturally occurring mental
+rhythms. The virus of language is a parasite feeding on the fat of the
+human mind. In my case, my own communications with the archetypal
+concepts of _Sarcasm_ and _Messiah_ seems to have occurred on the
+sub-linguistic level of colors and shapes, which I have come to
+believe is nearer to our wetware than the instruction sets (in this
+case, the English language) with which we are trained from birth to
+hypnotize ourselves. What if, through some fundamentally subterranean
+mechanism, we are unconsciously grouping items into structures that
+alter our English even before it bubbles into our internal stream of
+consciousness? This is to say nothing of what inevitably comes
+spurting out of our mouths. It was a sudden preponderance of
+recognizable patterns in my own linguistic reflexes -- it seemed that
+_someone_ had been sleeping in my bed, if you will -- which, when
+decoded into English, produced a convincing resemblance to direct
+communication between myself and an outside force. Was it _apophenia?_
+Well, who can say? While it is true that there is an element of
+divining at play, the elaborate motifs which seemed to emerge in my
+reflexive patterns of thought cannot merely be dismissed as broadcast
+irritants, disrupting my mental space like so much rumbling of bass
+from a car down the street. These patterns I've been describing would
+also respond to my probing. That is to say, they would respond
+intelligibly. Two-way communication was observed to occur. Hence my
+references to a running dialogue between myself and the constructs.
+Hence my mention of their offers and of my rejections.
+
+Back at the end of the world, having taken several months to mull
+over the myriad of proportions and relationships which were emerging,
screeching like peacocks from the amorphous collection of data
swirling about in my brain case, fall, 1980, finally clawed its way
-into view. I awoke one September morning full of the realization that
+into view. I awoke one September morning full of the realization that
I had somehow crept into my twenty-third year, relatively healthy and
still firmly planted upon the surface of the planet.
Characteristically, my right-brain responded to this happy
circumstance by cutting loose a sudden inundation of random
-stimulation. Quantum foam fired in the widest possible distribution
-pattern. My left-brain, shocked that this affront had issued from its
+stimulation. Quantum foam fired in the widest possible distribution
+pattern. My left-brain, shocked that this affront had issued from its
own squirrel-in-the-wheel sibling, spontaneously divined a slipshod,
though astonishingly practical organizational grammar with which to
-categorize all of the incoming data. A dazzling display of
-battlefield competence, to be sure, but the flow of information was
-steadily increasing. My left-brain, bristling now at how quickly its
-attempts at order had fallen into ruin, burrowed itself ever more
-deeply into the heaving bosom of... labor politics. To whit: lacking
-further resources, the faculties of my mind voted to enact an
-emergency work stoppage.
-
-A rhetorical picket line was hastily erected between the two cranial
-hemispheres.
-
-Turning to all of this hubbub consciously for the first time, I (that
-is to say, me) examined said goings-on, and after a certain period of
-solemn consideration, decided that union busting was more trouble than
-it was worth. I would simply pretend that the situation did not
-exist. I would ignore my predicament and avert my attention to
+categorize all of the incoming data. A dazzling display of battlefield
+competence, to be sure, but the flow of information was steadily
+increasing. My left-brain, bristling now at how quickly its attempts
+at order had fallen into ruin, burrowed itself ever more deeply into
+the heaving bosom of... labor politics. To whit: lacking further
+resources, the faculties of my mind voted to enact an emergency work
+stoppage.
+
+A rhetorical picket line was hastily erected between the two
+cranial hemispheres.
+
+Turning to all of this hubbub consciously for the first time, I
+(that is to say, me) examined said goings-on, and after a certain
+period of solemn consideration, decided that union busting was more
+trouble than it was worth. I would simply pretend that the situation
+did not exist. I would ignore my predicament and avert my attention to
whatever new, interesting and (no doubt) more entertaining thoughts
-were sure to come traipsing along. My left-brain and right-brain
-could resolve their differences without my help. My friend, I say
-this plainly and it is true: ideas are a dime a dozen. Ignore one,
-and ten thousand spring up to take its place. If I do not care for
-the direction of a given narrative, I delete it. Even if the ideas do
-address me audibly and directly, well, that doesn’t mean I am bound to
-listen. I don’t owe them anything, least of all a reply. Life is too
+were sure to come traipsing along. My left-brain and right-brain could
+resolve their differences without my help. My friend, I say this
+plainly and it is true: ideas are a dime a dozen. Ignore one, and ten
+thousand spring up to take its place. If I do not care for the
+direction of a given narrative, I delete it. Even if the ideas _do_
+address me audibly and directly, well, that doesn't mean I am bound to
+listen. I don't owe them anything, least of all a reply. Life is too
short to indulge every pointless discrepancy of visual-spatial logic.
-Let them try to overload me. They can’t force water into a plugged
-drain. Getting drawn into these whirlwinds is simply a waste of my
-time. Better to pull the hood down over my face. Place my hands over
-my ears. No, I am not available to come to the phone right now, and
-please do not bother me again. Thank you for your consideration.
-Pray, what’s for dinner?
-
-The year slunk by. I gained skill and efficiency at ignoring the
-stacks of interlocking realities. Under the stern tutelage of that
+Let them try to overload me. They can't force water into a plugged
+drain. Getting drawn into these whirlwinds is simply a waste of my
+time. Better to pull the hood down over my face. Place my hands over
+my ears. No, I am not available to come to the phone right now, and
+please do not bother me again. Thank you for your consideration. Pray,
+what's for dinner?
+
+The year slunk by. I gained skill and efficiency at ignoring the
+stacks of interlocking realities. Under the stern tutelage of that
conscientious ringmaster, ignorance, the serendipitous connections
-began to fade. Mind the gap, right-brain, the ringmaster would shout,
-and so on. This system checks and balances kept the situation neatly
-under my control. Over time, I devised a further arsenal of
-rhetorical tricks for identifying and severing new visual-spatial
-connections even before their roots could take hold. My techniques
-proved surprisingly efficacious.
-
-Almost before I knew it, my twenty-fourth birthday was upon me. I
+began to fade. _Mind the gap, right-brain,_ the ringmaster would shout,
+and so on. This system checks and balances kept the situation neatly
+under my control. Over time, I devised a further arsenal of rhetorical
+tricks for identifying and severing new visual-spatial connections
+even before their roots could take hold. My techniques proved
+surprisingly efficacious.
+
+Almost before I knew it, my twenty-fourth birthday was upon me. I
looked back on the previous year with a certain contempt for the time
spent culling all of this useless cruft from the stream of my
-thoughts. I was not getting much else done. But overall I retained a
-sense of accomplishment. The occasional ray of satisfaction seeped
-through. Gently drawing the curtain, the fall sunshine felt good in
-my cold, gray room.
-
-The morning of September 11, 1981, I awoke alone in my bed. I pulled
-sweet breaths through a sincere smile and let the top of my head rest
-against the cool metal bars of my bed frame. Before opening my eyes,
-I mashed my face back into my pillow and relished that I was finally
-(almost) home free.
-
-One more day to go. And then it would all be over. Goodbye,
-twenty-three; hello, twenty-four with an"l."
-
-I relaxed, sighed richly, and thought to myself (in English), Well,
-I’ve made it. Nothing horrendous is going to happen to me just
-because I’ve survived to twenty-four years of age. I guess it’s time
+thoughts. I was not getting much else done. But overall I retained a
+sense of accomplishment. The occasional ray of satisfaction seeped
+through. Gently drawing the curtain, the fall sunshine felt good in my
+cold, gray room.
+
+The morning of September 11, 1981, I awoke alone in my bed. I
+pulled sweet breaths through a sincere smile and let the top of my
+head rest against the cool metal bars of my bed frame. Before opening
+my eyes, I mashed my face back into my pillow and relished that I was
+finally (almost) home free.
+
+One more day to go. And then it would all be over. Goodbye,
+twenty-three; hello, twenty-four with an "l."
+
+I relaxed, sighed richly, and thought to myself (in English),
+_Well, I've made it. Nothing horrendous is going to happen to me just
+because I've survived to twenty-four years of age. I guess it's time
to outgrow all of this superstitious nonsense about the number
-twenty-three and get on with my life. So what if the symbols and
+twenty-three and get on with my life. So what if the symbols and
syntax of temporal reality continue to combine obvious configurations
-that seem to beg acknowledgment, comment and/or intervention? I will
+that seem to beg acknowledgment, comment and/or intervention? I will
ignore it all, straighten my posture and affirm that, on the contrary,
-all of this ’clairvoyant’ horseshit and ’spatial reasoning’ bollocks
-has been nothing more than a series of convenient hallucinations. It
-was really quite simple, in the end, to walk away from the flood of
-data and to get on with my life. So now then, I admonished myself,
-let’s get up, shave our face, and get the hell in to work before we’re
-late for our shift. I should say, it was quite a relief to finally be
-rid of the shit-flinging, psychic monkey on my back. No more looking
-for the seams in things. No more seeing those seams whether I wanted
-to or not. From that morning forward, with the aid of my trusted
-ringmaster, ignorance, I would resolve to translate the
-multidimensional shapes and colors of my thoughts into English prior
-to becoming aware of them. I possessed the machinery. I could ignore
-it all. Let God or the Devil sort it out. Life would prove so much
-easier.
-
-Groggily, I pulled on my socks and made my way into the living room.
-I clicked on the television just in time to see a jetliner bury itself
-into the World Trade Center and explode.
-
-I guess you could say that in that moment, everything changed. So
-much for my upcoming vacation, I thought to myself. Sarcasm had
-always been a great practical joker.
+all of this 'clairvoyant' horseshit and 'spatial reasoning' bollocks
+has been nothing more than a series of convenient hallucinations._
+
+It was really quite simple, in the end, to walk away from the flood
+of data and to get on with my life.
+
+_So now then,_ I admonished myself, _let's get up, shave our face,
+and get the hell in to work before we're late for our shift._
+
+I should say, it was quite a relief to finally be rid of the
+shit-flinging, psychic monkey on my back. No more looking for the
+seams in things. No more seeing those seams whether I wanted to or
+not. From that morning forward, with the aid of my trusted ringmaster,
+ignorance, I would resolve to translate the multidimensional shapes
+and colors of my thoughts into English _prior_ to becoming aware of
+them. I possessed the machinery. I could ignore it all. Let God or the
+Devil sort it out. Life would prove so much easier.
+
+Groggily, I pulled on my socks and made my way into the living
+room. I clicked on the television just in time to see a jetliner bury
+itself into the World Trade Center and explode.
+
+I guess you could say that in that moment, everything changed.
+
+_So much for my upcoming vacation,_ I thought to myself.
+
+_Sarcasm_ had always been a great practical joker.
+
All of this from the other side of the port hole.
I edged backwards, unconsciously.
-Presently, awareness resumed and I leaped for the curtain. Tom’s
-babbling was cut off by the downward arc of my sleeve. I
-straightened. I had barely escaped with my life.
+Presently, awareness resumed and I leaped for the curtain. Tom's
+babbling was cut off by the downward arc of my sleeve. I straightened.
+I had barely escaped with my life.
-Then nothing. Silence.
+Then nothing. Silence.
-After a few moments, it seemed that the disturbance had faded. I
-decided to take another peek. I inched over to the porthole and
-slowly drew back the curtain.
+After a few moments, it seemed that the disturbance had faded. I
+decided to take another peek. I inched over to the porthole and slowly
+drew back the curtain.
That proved to be a mistake.
+
THE PUBLIC GREEN
tags: 2188, albert_lunsford, rimbaud
Redaction Day festivities were well underway by the time Rimbaud
-arrived on the Public Green. Green Ladies, resplendent in their
+arrived on the Public Green. Green Ladies, resplendent in their
traditional attire, ensured that every mug remained filled; or in any
-case, that each did not remain empty for long. This was fortunate,
+case, that each did not remain empty for long. This was fortunate,
since a lot of important talking was taking place under the big
-canvases. Tempers would buffer in the mugs.
-
-Rimbaud approached a food tent and ran his eyes over the menu. I
-can’t eat here, he thought. He moved to another tent and found
-himself in much the same predicament. Pork. Beef hearts. Nothing of
-substance. Typically, there were no vegetables to be found at any of
-the stalls. And the real animal flesh would only send him into
-allergic fits.
-
-Near the edge of the Green, Rimbaud noticed a small group of children
-huddled around a wounded animal. The creature seemed to be mechanical
-in nature. Likely little more than an evolved toy. The young people
-were painting designs on its exposed flesh with dabs of white mud. He
-reflected that the mud in question normally anchored the grass of the
-Public Green.
+canvases. Tempers would buffer in the mugs.
+
+Rimbaud approached a food tent and ran his eyes over the menu. _I
+can't eat here,_ he thought. He moved to another tent and found himself
+in much the same predicament. Pork. Beef hearts. Nothing of substance.
+Typically, there were no vegetables to be found at any of the stalls.
+And the real animal flesh would only send him into allergic fits.
+
+Near the edge of the Green, Rimbaud noticed a small group of
+children huddled around a wounded animal. The creature seemed to be
+mechanical in nature. Likely little more than an evolved toy. The
+young people were painting designs on its exposed flesh with dabs of
+white mud. He reflected that the mud in question normally anchored the
+grass of the Public Green.
This Redaction Day, Rimbaud had promised himself only limited
-interaction with his employees. But the flux of the crowd had made
+interaction with his employees. But the flux of the crowd had made
that impossible, as every attendee was expected to issue a lively
-greeting to whomever he passed in the isles. Rimbaud observed that
+greeting to whomever he passed in the isles. Rimbaud observed that
standing in one place for too long would lead to being ground under by
-the aggregate mob. Consequently, he’d kept moving and had already
-come face to face with most of his subordinates several times.
+the aggregate mob. Consequently, he'd kept moving and had already come
+face to face with most of his subordinates several times.
-What, exactly, he wondered, was really being redacted here? Rimbaud
+What, exactly, he wondered, was really being redacted here? Rimbaud
surveyed the crowd and detected no sign of the ostensible paring away
-of cumulative excess. To him, it seemed the surplus interactions were
+of cumulative excess. To him, it seemed the surplus interactions were
multiplying.
+
A group of students had gathered on the Green to search for their
-friend. As a regular participant in the Redaction Day preparations,
-it was most unlike their companion to wander off just as his toil was
-finally coming to fruition. But: vanish he had, and under the most
-peculiar of circumstances. One moment he had been present, and the
+friend. As a regular participant in the Redaction Day preparations, it
+was most unlike their companion to wander off just as his toil was
+finally coming to fruition. But: vanish he had, and under the most
+peculiar of circumstances. One moment he had been present, and the
next he had seemed to disappear without a trace.
-At first Rimbaud could not avoid overhearing them. After a few
+At first Rimbaud could not avoid overhearing them. After a few
moments he could no longer prevent himself from joining in.
-"Ask yourselves this," he said."Why is it that this man is in the
-Off-White House? The majority of North Americans did not vote for
-him. Why is he there? I tell you this morning that he is in the
-Off-White House because God put him there. God put him there to lead
-not only this nation but to lead the world in a time such as this."
+"Ask yourselves this," he said. "Why is it that this man is in the
+Off-White House? The majority of North Americans did not vote for him.
+Why is he there? I tell you this morning that he is in the Off-White
+House because God put him there. God put him there to lead not only
+this nation but to lead the world in a time such as this."
-"Iâ•”"
+"I--"
Rimbaud stammered, unsure of himself.
-"I don’t know why I said that."
+"I don't know why I said that."
-"El Nortes," one of the children remarked.
+_"El Nortes,"_ one of the children remarked.
-Something in Rimbaud caught on the phrase. Unraveled. He felt as if
+Something in Rimbaud caught on the phrase. Unraveled. He felt as if
he had lost control of his vocal chords.
-"True enough. But there is a difference between quoting from academic
-sources, which Albert mostly avoids, and quoting from mass media
-sources (i.e., telescreen), which is mostly what Albert does. When he
-approaches feminism as an intellectual construct, it doesn’t bolster
-his points to attack the watered-down, simplified, fatuous pablum that
-passes for a given ’movement’ or strain of thought on the telescreen.
-What he does by gathering all of these strains under the same umbrella
-is akin to what journalists do when they headline articles about
-Albert Lunsford’s comics with blurbs like
-
-With this, he had captured the children’s full attention. One of them
-ventured a response.
-
-"By my understanding, that is generally correct. But I do think there
-is a sort of ’trickle-down’ effect from academia to popular culture.
-Albert vacillates between crediting academia with benign progress on
-the one hand and accusing it of the malicious destruction of society
-on the other. But in both cases he acknowledges academia’s
+"True enough. But there is a difference between quoting from
+academic sources, which Albert mostly avoids, and quoting from mass
+media sources (i.e., telescreen), which is mostly what Albert does.
+When he approaches feminism as an intellectual construct, it doesn't
+bolster his points to attack the watered-down, simplified, fatuous
+pablum that passes for a given 'movement' or strain of thought on the
+telescreen. What he does by gathering all of these strains under the
+same umbrella is akin to what journalists do when they headline
+articles about Albert Lunsford's comics with blurbs like _'Biff! Bam!
+Slap!'"_
+
+With this, he had captured the children's full attention. One of
+them ventured a response.
+
+"By my understanding, that is generally correct. But I do think
+there is a sort of 'trickle-down' effect from academia to popular
+culture. Albert vacillates between crediting academia with benign
+progress on the one hand and accusing it of the malicious destruction
+of society on the other. But in both cases he acknowledges academia's
contribution to pop-feminism."
Rimbaud offered no objection, so the boy continued.
-"It is true that the overwhelming preponderance of super-heroes in the
-medium renders comics, for most people, a form that is strictly about
-super-heroes. But the interesting thing with regards to Lunsford is
-that, following his own logic, the aforementioned dominance of
+"It is true that the overwhelming preponderance of super-heroes in
+the medium renders comics, for most people, a form that is strictly
+about super-heroes. But the interesting thing with regards to Lunsford
+is that, following his own logic, the aforementioned dominance of
super-heroes also renders Albert Lunsford, himself, an
-atheist/marxist/feminist."
+_atheist/marxist/feminist."_
"Allow me to explain."
-"Most comic books are about super-heroes. Therefore, comic books are
-about super-heroes."
+"Most comic books are about super-heroes. Therefore, comic books
+are about super-heroes."
-"Most comic books are about super-heroes and are created by atheists.
-Therefore, comic books are about super-heroes and are created by
-atheists."
+"Most comic books are about super-heroes and are created by
+atheists. Therefore, comic books are about super-heroes and are
+created by atheists."
-"Most comic books are about super-heroes and are created by atheists
-who are also feminists. Therefore, comic books are about super-heroes
-and are created by atheists who are also feminists."
+"Most comic books are about super-heroes and are created by
+atheists who are also feminists. Therefore, comic books are about
+super-heroes and are created by atheists who are also feminists."
-"You can see where this is leading, I’m sure."
+"You can see where this is leading, I'm sure."
-"Most comic books are about super-heroes and are created by atheists
-who are also feminists who are also marxists. Therefore, comic books
-are about super-heroes and are created by atheists who are also
-feminists who are also marxists."
+"Most comic books are about super-heroes and are created by
+atheists who are also feminists who are also marxists. Therefore,
+comic books are about super-heroes and are created by atheists who are
+also feminists who are also marxists."
-"And finally... Albert Lunsford creates comic books. Therefore,
+"And finally... Albert Lunsford creates comic books. Therefore,
Albert Lunsford is an atheist and a feminist and a marxist, and his
comic book work is comprised exclusively of the all-ages adventures of
traditional American super-heroes."
"Clearly, if Albert does not wish to be associated with these
atheists, feminists, and/or marxists, as well as the sorts of people
who give two shits about super-heroes, he should stop referring to his
-work as ’comic books,’ and/or abandon the medium entirely. Thus,
+work as 'comic books,' and/or abandon the medium entirely. Thus,
responsibility for his public image is placed squarely upon his own
-shoulders. If he does not publicly disassociate himself from the
+shoulders. If he does not publicly disassociate himself from the
medium of comics, he is implicitly supporting the groups identified as
participants in the medium, and therefore society will have no choice
but to lump him in with them and treat him accordingly."
simultaneously resumed the conversation without waiting to be
acknowledged.
-"But that’s playing fast and loose with the terms we’ve already agreed
-have specific meanings (as Albert himself does in so many areas, i.e.,
-marxism, atheism, etc.). Albert doesn’t qualify his statements the
-way you are trying to do for him. He rejects the notion that there is
-any difference at all between these classifications. Atheist,
-marxist, feministâ•”to him, they’re all the same thing. In this way,
-he’s exactly right that his arguments are ’unassailable,’ because he
-has completely removed the ability to distinguish one concept from
-another."
-
-"His way of approaching classification just doesn’t scale. In fact,
+"But that's playing fast and loose with the terms we've already
+agreed have specific meanings (as Albert himself does in so many
+areas, i.e., marxism, atheism, etc.). Albert doesn't qualify his
+statements the way you are trying to do for him. He rejects the notion
+that there is any difference at all between these classifications.
+Atheist, marxist, feminist -- to him, they're all the same thing. In
+this way, he's exactly right that his arguments are 'unassailable,'
+because he has completely removed the ability to distinguish one
+concept from another."
+
+"His way of approaching classification just doesn't scale. In fact,
this inability to scale is precisely why Albert, in other discussions,
has railed against the erosion of grammatical and syntactical rules in
-the English language. Pretty soon, people are redrawing the
-boundaries of what words mean to fit their arguments, which allows
-them to alter history without even changing the text!"
+the English language. Pretty soon, people are redrawing the boundaries
+of what words mean to fit their arguments, which allows them to alter
+history without even changing the text!"
-Rimbaud offered his summation:"As with his enemies, Lunsford merely
-distorts the context of a given discussion to support his
+Rimbaud offered his summation: "As with his enemies, Lunsford
+merely distorts the context of a given discussion to support his
pre-determined thesis."
-A boy who had been seated on the opposite side of the circle now stood
-up and joined the discussion.
+A boy who had been seated on the opposite side of the circle now
+stood up and joined the discussion.
"Yes, and every time I would point out one of these collisions of
mutually exclusive claims, Albert would just say that the explanation
-was self-evident to those who had already joined
-
-Rimbaud:"And that’s why, no matter how far he travels in search of new
-ideas, he will only ever succeed in rediscovering the tropes he
-brought along with him. He proceeds from the premise that he’s
-addressing emotional irrationality andâ•”surprise of all
-surprisesâ•”he arrives at the ’valuable confirmation’ that he has
-indeed been addressing emotional irrationality. Is he really seeking
-after Truth, at all, or is he simply riffing on foregone conclusions?
-Well, it’s a bit of a trick question. He admits that he’s merely
-riffing on foregone conclusions! Every event, whatever the outcome,
-is merely new evidence that he was right all along. And that’s
-usually the totality of his argument. I think, therefore you’re
-wrong. Back in 1974, I might have kept faith that his essays were
-leading up to something meaningful. But how long am I expected to
-wait for the prize? There is no there there. A smooth writing style
-will only carry you so far. He kept, and keeps, shifting the floor
-beneath the reader. Every declarative phrase doubles back and ties
-itself into his atheist/theist binary. He’s gone completely off the
-rails as far as constructing an ’airtight argument’ (as he calls it)
-is concerned. The obvious charge here is confirmation bias, and
-Albert Lunsford is history’s most egregious offender.
-
-Rimbaud stopped. Looked around. What was he saying? Where had all
+was self-evident to those who had already joined _'his team.'"_
+
+Rimbaud: "And that's why, no matter how far he travels in search of
+new ideas, he will only ever succeed in rediscovering the tropes he
+brought along with him. He proceeds from the premise that he's
+addressing emotional irrationality and -- surprise of all surprises --
+he arrives at the 'valuable confirmation' that he has indeed been
+addressing emotional irrationality. Is he really seeking after Truth,
+at all, or is he simply riffing on foregone conclusions? Well, it's a
+bit of a trick question. He _admits_ that he's merely riffing on
+foregone conclusions! Every event, whatever the outcome, is merely new
+evidence that he was right all along. And that's usually the totality
+of his argument. _I think, therefore you're wrong._ Back in 1974, I
+might have kept faith that his essays were leading up to something
+meaningful. But how long am I expected to wait for the prize? There is
+no _there_ there. A smooth writing style will only carry you so far. He
+kept, and keeps, shifting the floor beneath the reader. Every
+declarative phrase doubles back and ties itself into his
+atheist/theist binary. He's gone completely off the rails as far as
+constructing an 'airtight argument' (as he calls it) is concerned. The
+obvious charge here is _confirmation bias,_ and Albert Lunsford is
+history's most egregious offender.
+
+Rimbaud stopped. Looked around. What was he saying? Where had all
of this come from?
The crowd outside the Green continued to churn, oblivious to his
befuddlement.
-He glanced around the circle of children, who were still lobbing balls
-of paint onto the mechanical animal. None of their mouths were
-moving. Their body language suggested that they had not even noticed
+He glanced around the circle of children, who were still lobbing
+balls of paint onto the mechanical animal. None of their mouths were
+moving. Their body language suggested that they had not even noticed
his presence.
He could feel himself losing control of the situation.
-"No, no, no. Women are clinically insane, but Albert Lunsford cannot
-be schizophrenic because psychiatry is not a valid science."
-"I think his mental health is sort of a non-issue. Albert interprets
-it as the fulcrum his freedom hinges upon; but since he is, so far as
-we know, not a danger to anyone else and since he does, so far as we
-know, manage to take care of himself, I really don’t think anyone
-cares. I know I don’t care, personally, whether or not he’s
-considered ’crazy.’"
+"No, no, no. Women are clinically insane, but Albert Lunsford
+cannot be schizophrenic because psychiatry is not a valid science."
+
+"I think his mental health is sort of a non-issue. Albert
+interprets it as the fulcrum his freedom hinges upon; but since he is,
+so far as we know, not a danger to anyone else and since he does, so
+far as we know, manage to take care of himself, I really don't think
+anyone cares. I know I don't care, personally, whether or not he's
+considered 'crazy.'"
"Albert, for his part, seems to think that the whole of society is
-waiting on pins and needles, anxious for him to die. Now really. I
-think he tends to overestimate the common man’s awareness of his
-oeuvre. Most of society doesn’t even know he exists. When people
-call him ’insane,’ I don’t think they mean for men in white coats to
+waiting on pins and needles, anxious for him to die. Now _really._ I
+think he tends to overestimate the common man's awareness of his
+oeuvre. Most of society doesn't even know he exists. When people call
+him 'insane,' I don't think they mean for men in white coats to
forcibly remove him from the Off-White House and drag him off to some
-kind of state-run facility. I think the people he’s really worried
-aboutâ•”some small percentage of his peers in the industryâ•”see him
+kind of state-run facility. I think the people he's really worried
+about -- some small percentage of his peers in the industry -- see him
as either an amusing crank or as a sad example of what happens when a
-man convinces himself he’s the only person on Earth with access to The
-Truth. Just because people make fun of him being overdue for his meds
-doesn’t mean they are going to come and strap him into a chair, inject
-him with marxist / feminist / atheist / homosexualist meta-proteins."
+man convinces himself he's the only person on Earth with access to The
+Truth. Just because people make fun of him being overdue for his meds
+doesn't mean they are going to come and strap him into a chair, inject
+him with marxist/feminist/atheist/homosexualist meta-proteins."
"The fact that he was actually committed to an institution once,
against his will, probably contributes to his paranoia about the
-perception of his mental health. Perhaps this fear is exacerbated by
+perception of his mental health. Perhaps this fear is exacerbated by
his vast experience with hallucinogens, as he may have acquired some
-idea of what psychotropic medications would do to him. My own parents
+idea of what psychotropic medications would do to him. My own parents
took me to a psychiatrist once, against my will, and I can say that I
-was quite belligerent in my response. But I was not given medication,
-and in fact I was not even held overnight for observation. The
+was quite belligerent in my response. But I was not given medication,
+and in fact I was not even held overnight for observation. The
psychiatrists seemed confused as to why I had been brought there in
-the first place. Given his hostility towards psychiatry, I can only
+the first place. Given his hostility towards psychiatry, I can only
assume Albert was treated differently."
-"If one examines the timeline of recriminations between Albert and the
-comic book industry, it is interesting to observe the escalating
+"If one examines the timeline of recriminations between Albert and
+the comic book industry, it is interesting to observe the escalating
pattern of self-ostracization Albert has enacted over the past several
-years. I do not dismiss what his latest published material purports
-itself to be about, but it is instructive to note that Albert’s latest
+years. I do not dismiss what his latest published material purports
+itself to be about, but it is instructive to note that Albert's latest
theories have expanded to encompass a neat explanation of why he is no
longer a fan-favorite creator, and why his latest works have failed to
-garner the universal acclaim he seems to think they deserve. He
+garner the universal acclaim he seems to think they deserve. He
obviously has a very high opinion of himself, and requires a
-corresponding explanation as to why the rest of the world doesn’t hold
-him in similar esteem. It’s fascinating to me that the very tenacity
+corresponding explanation as to why the rest of the world doesn't hold
+him in similar esteem. It's fascinating to me that the very tenacity
and pigheadedness that make him so difficult to interact with also
seem to be precisely the traits that have enabled him to complete his
-multitudinous extended works. I think this is where Ian Kenny’s
-observations have been centered: Kenny marvels that Albert’s
+multitudinous extended works. I think this is where Ian Kenny's
+observations have been centered: Kenny marvels that Albert's
single-minded determination has resulted in the self-destruction of
-his critical facultiesâ•”that is to say, his vanished ability to
-honestly evaluate himself. At the same time, he has turned the
-remainder of that focus outward, towards the world. With that in
-mind, I don’t just think Ian is being a ’fuckwit,’ as you put it. He
-sort of has a point. Others would no doubt remind us that Albert has
-always been closed off to intimacy, and that he has only stopped
-portrayed himself otherwise since the summer of 1974.)"
-
-Finally, Rimbaud began to wind down. He seemed to have said his
+his critical faculties -- that is to say, his vanished ability to
+honestly evaluate himself. At the same time, he has turned the
+remainder of that focus outward, towards the world. With that in mind,
+I don't just think Ian is being a 'fuckwit,' as you put it. He sort of
+has a point. Others would no doubt remind us that Albert has always
+been closed off to intimacy, and that he has only stopped portrayed
+himself otherwise since the summer of 1974.)"
+
+Finally, Rimbaud began to wind down. He seemed to have said his
piece.
-"I’m sort of getting tired of this relentless harping on the negative
-aspects of Albert’s philosophies and his approach to arguing them.
-But dammit, it seems to me that even the people who explicitly admit
-they are opposed to everything he stands for never seem to criticize
-him on the right points. I tried writing to him and taking him to
-task in private, but as we know, Albert is famously unreceptive to
-real intellectual debate. He prefers to maintain the authorial
-distance. Or the authorial authority, if you will. All of you folks
+"I'm sort of getting tired of this relentless harping on the
+negative aspects of Albert's philosophies and his approach to arguing
+them. But dammit, it seems to me that even the people who explicitly
+admit they are opposed to everything he stands for never seem to
+criticize him on the right points. I tried writing to him and taking
+him to task in private, but as we know, Albert is famously unreceptive
+to real intellectual debate. He prefers to maintain the authorial
+distance. Or the authorial authority, if you will. All of you folks
who hold it as an article of faith that Albert is unfailingly polite
-and self-effacing to his fans; well, it’s hardly a constant, as many
+and self-effacing to his fans; well, it's hardly a constant, as many
of us have learned through hard experience."
-It finally dawned on Rimbaud that none of this business about Albert
-Lunsford was actually happening on the Public Green. What he was
-feeling, seeing and hearing was nothing more than a resonant echo of
-the original Redaction Day. What he seemed to be interacting with
-was, in reality, merely a facet of the city’s holiday decorations.
-His mesh transceivers had passed on the data unchecked. What a clever
+
+It finally dawned on Rimbaud that none of this business about
+Albert Lunsford was actually happening on the Public Green. What he
+was feeling, seeing and hearing was nothing more than a resonant echo
+of the original Redaction Day. What he seemed to be interacting with
+was, in reality, merely a facet of the city's holiday decorations. His
+mesh transceivers had passed on the data unchecked. What a clever
presentation, he thought.
Before he could tear himself away from the simulation, one of the
children who had been painting the artificial animal appeared at his
-side and began tugging on his shirtsleeve. He bent down so the child
+side and began tugging on his shirtsleeve. He bent down so the child
could whisper in his ear.
-"Keep your mouth shut. Don’t listen to the worries inside," said the
-child.
+"Keep your mouth shut. Don't listen to the worries inside," said
+the child.
More of the ritual dialogue.
-In light of Albert Lunsford’s harsh example, Rimbaud considered it
+In light of Albert Lunsford's harsh example, Rimbaud considered it
good advice.
-MOUNTAINS OF WHITE
-tags: 1986, 4086, dexter_styles, gravy_needs, piro,
+MOUNTAINS OF WHITE
-shit_mold, tab2
+tags: 1986, 4086, dexter_styles, gravy_needs, piro, shit_mold, tab2
Thomas resumed haranguing Piro through the port hole.
-"You have to listen to me. You have to come back with me to 1986."
+"You have to listen to me. You have to come back with me to 1986."
-"You’ve been talking for half an hour. Oh, the plight of the noble
+"You've been talking for half an hour. Oh, the plight of the noble
graphic designer."
-"I’m serious, Piotr."
+"I'm serious, Piotr."
-"I can tell. And I bet you guys are having quite a laugh at my
-expense. Well, Ramadan’s almost over. You’ll be back here soon
-enough and then I’ll have my revenge."
+"I can tell. And I bet you guys are having quite a laugh at my
+expense. Well, _Ramadan's_ almost over. You'll be back here soon enough
+and then I'll have my revenge."
"This is not a practical joke, Piro!"
-"Prove it. Walk me through the challenge and response."
+"Prove it. Walk me through the challenge and response."
-"Was there ever a God?" asked Piro, commencing the sequence.
+_"Was there ever a God?"_ asked Piro, commencing the sequence.
-"Once. A long, long time ago," answered Thomas.
+_"Once. A long, long time ago,"_ answered Thomas.
They continued in this vein for some time, until Piro had satisfied
-himself that everything checked out. Once Thomas had successfully
+himself that everything checked out. Once Thomas had successfully
authenticated his identity, Piro allowed the conversation to continue.
"Why me?" he finally asked, rubbing his eyes.
-Gravy Needs hovered around the corner. Piro was not aware that the
+
+Gravy Needs hovered around the corner. Piro was not aware that the
King had called an early end to the holiday.
This was fucking great.
-"Because we’re twin brothers."
-"Tom, that’s impossible. You’re from two thousand years ago."
+"Because we're twin brothers."
+
+"Tom, that's impossible. You're from two thousand years ago."
"..."
Stalemate.
-"MAKE WAY FOR KING SHIT!"
-Piro and Tom’s brotherly reunion was interrupted by the return of the
-King. King Theodosius Shit Mold’s entourage marched into the room,
-elbowing Piro away from the port hole. The flap closed and no one
-seemed to notice the floating head outside the window. Dexter Styles,
-the King’s Chancellor, took up his usual position between the King and
+_"MAKE WAY FOR KING SHIT!"_
+
+Piro and Tom's brotherly reunion was interrupted by the return of
+the King. King Theodosius Shit Mold's entourage marched into the room,
+elbowing Piro away from the port hole. The flap closed and no one
+seemed to notice the floating head outside the window. Dexter Styles,
+the King's Chancellor, took up his usual position between the King and
the rest of the group.
"Let it hereafter be known that King Shit has returned to the
The King reclined on his portable throne, his leg dangling over an
armrest.
-"Indulge me," said the King to Piro."Why did you stay behind?"
+"Indulge me," said the King to Piro. "Why did you stay behind?"
-"Your Highness," Piro bowed deeply,"My duties..."
+"Your Highness," Piro bowed deeply, "My duties..."
-The King put up his hand, as if to punctuate Piro’s excessive
-babbling."Eff that noise. From now on, I want you by my side at all
-times. I’ve grand designs on your future, Piotr."
+ The King put up his hand, as if to punctuate Piro's excessive
+babbling. "Eff that noise. From now on, I want you by my side at all
+times. I've grand designs on your future, Piotr."
Piro bowed again.
-A low rumble issued from the port hole. The flap blew back and the
+A low rumble issued from the port hole. The flap blew back and the
makeshift throne room was once again flooded with pale, colorless
light.
-"I wasn’t finished," said Thomas Bright, Jr. through the port hole.
+"I wasn't finished," said Thomas Bright, Jr. through the port hole.
-King Shit leaned forward as if to affirm his interest in the present
-goings-on.
+King Shit leaned forward as if to affirm his interest in the
+present goings-on.
"By all means, do carry on," smirked the King.
-Gravy Needs was delighted. He hadn’t intended for the King to become
-involved. But now that he had, the hilarity could only increase.
-Gravy punched up the others on his forearm and quickly told them all
-the news. Stifled laughs echoed in the close chamber. Gravy blipped
-off and resumed his manipulations of the Court.
+Gravy Needs was delighted. He hadn't intended for the King to
+become involved. But now that he had, the hilarity could only
+increase.
-"I’m here to retrieve my brother," continued Thomas."There’s trouble
-back home, and he’s needed to help smooth over the discontent."
+Gravy punched up the others on his forearm and quickly told them
+all the news. Stifled laughs echoed in the close chamber. Gravy
+blipped off and resumed his manipulations of the Court.
+
+
+"I'm here to retrieve my brother," continued Thomas. "There's
+trouble back home, and he's needed to help smooth over the
+discontent."
"Ah, I am empathetic to family problems," allowed the King.
-"This is more than just a family problem. There’s also a weird
+"This is more than just a family problem. There's also a weird
anomaly that threatens to engulf the entire universe."
"And only Piro can save us?" laughed the King, incredulously.
-"That’s my position, yes," answered Thomas.
+"That's my position, yes," answered Thomas.
The Court fell silent, waiting for the King to respond.
Shit Mold could see that Thomas was going to stand firm on his
-position. Such gallantry touched him deeply, reminding him of comic
+position. Such gallantry touched him deeply, reminding him of comic
book stories from his youth.
-"Very well then. It would amuse me to observe your adventures from
-remote. Piro! Pack up your monitoring kit. You’re headed for the
+"Very well then. It would amuse me to observe your adventures from
+remote. Piro! Pack up your monitoring kit. You're headed for the
1980s!"
Thomas bit his lip and slowly shook his head in affirmation of his
victory.
-At last, his brother was returning to him. At last, the team would be
-whole.
+At last, his brother was returning to him. At last, the team would
+be whole.
Together again for the first time.
+
Piro climbed into his vehicle and switched on some soft music.
-Vangelis, as usual. Thomas’ head appeared, floating above the
-passenger seat beside him. The two brothers traveled sans
-conversation, which was fine with Piro. He needed time to think.
+Vangelis, as usual. Thomas' head appeared, floating above the
+passenger seat beside him. The two brothers traveled sans
+conversation, which was fine with Piro. He needed time to think.
+
Gravy Needs had not anticipated that the King would send Piro away.
For all his trouble, the butt of his prank had been effectively
promoted to field work.
-I hate Ramadan, he thought.
+_I hate Ramadan,_ he thought.
+
-Moments after Piro engaged the ship’s percept drive, the orbital
+Moments after Piro engaged the ship's percept drive, the orbital
station had begun to undergo a series of complex, unorthodox changes.
As the transformations progressed, the station wobbled gradually in
-and out of sight. The station’s engineers were befuddled by the day’s
+and out of sight. The station's engineers were befuddled by the day's
events.
-Within an hour of the brothers’ departure, the anomaly Thomas had
-described had expanded to absorb the station in its entirety. No one
-had expected it to expand so quickly. Least of all Piro.
+
+Within an hour of the brothers' departure, the anomaly Thomas had
+described had expanded to absorb the station in its entirety. No one
+had expected it to expand so quickly. Least of all Piro.
The King, from his vantage point atop the many phonebooks stacked
-beneath his posterior, had been blessed to see it all coming. Perched
+beneath his posterior, had been blessed to see it all coming. Perched
on his throne, he tittered and giggled at the symmetry between the
waves of monochrome light on screen and the mountains of white powder
piled on the table before him.
He sniffled as the station shuddered and faded from memory.
-‘86
+
+`86
tags: 1986, freeway_ricky_ross, piro, tab1, tab2
Piro eased back on the throttle and the ship came to a stop.
-"All right," he said."We’re here."
+"All right," he said. "We're here."
Thomas eyed him.
-"Let’s get started."
+"Let's get started."
-Thomas’ floating head flickered out of view and was replaced by a
-light rapping on the passenger side window. Piro depressed a switch
-on his console and the window slid down.
+Thomas' floating head flickered out of view and was replaced by a
+light rapping on the passenger side window. Piro depressed a switch on
+his console and the window slid down.
"This way, my man," Thomas said, motioning with his thumb.
-"This is our guy on the inside. Handle: Freeway Ricky Ross. Real
+
+"This is our guy on the inside. Handle: Freeway Ricky Ross. Real
name: Rick."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Rick."
Ricky nodded.
-"We’ve been making a lot of progress. We did three hundred million
-last year in uncut bricks. But Ricky’s got a line on some sweet
-chemistry and we’ve been able to step on these new shipments up to ten
-times before sending them out to the street. And it sells just as
-well as the raw."
+"We've been making a lot of progress. We did three hundred million
+last year in uncut bricks. But Ricky's got a line on some sweet
+chemistry and we've been able to step on these new shipments up to ten
+times before sending them out to the street. And it sells just as well
+as the raw."
Piro made a low whistle, pretending he understood what Thomas was
talking about.
-"The small-time dealers love it. Maximal return on a minimal
+"The small-time dealers love it. Maximal return on a minimal
investment."
"I own five houses," said Ricky.
-"It’s become an epidemic," complained Thomas, suddenly forlorn."In
+"It's become an epidemic," complained Thomas, suddenly forlorn. "In
spite of our best efforts, Crack is still flooding our streets."
-"Butâ•”"
-Piro’s face contorted in spite of himself. He couldn’t quite make up
-his mind if Thomas was being sarcastic.
+"But--"
+
+Piro's face contorted in spite of himself. He couldn't quite make
+up his mind if Thomas was being sarcastic.
He started again.
-"But you’re the ones selling it!"
+"But you're the ones selling it!"
-"Not to worry. We fold all of the profits back into our war on
+"Not to worry. We fold all of the profits back into our war on
drugs."
Piro shook his head.
"That makes no sense at all."
-"That’s exactly why we need your help. There are still some kinks in
-the process that need to be ironed out. Something has got to be done
-about the spread of illegal drugs, and quickly. People are dying out
-there, Piotr."
+"That's exactly why we need your help. There are still some kinks
+in the process that need to be ironed out. Something has got to be
+done about the spread of illegal drugs, and quickly. People are dying
+out there, Piotr."
+
-Freeway Ricky Ross leaned back against the hood of his Impala. He
+Freeway Ricky Ross leaned back against the hood of his Impala. He
hated this part; waiting for Thomas to make his pitch to some new
-investor was more boring than going to church. He pulled out his
-briefcase and mulled over some past due paperwork. This new lawyer...
-No one could read his handwriting. Ricky snapped the briefcase shut
-and smoked a menthol cigarette. He suddenly noticed that someone had
+investor was more boring than going to church. He pulled out his
+briefcase and mulled over some past due paperwork. This new lawyer...
+No one could read his handwriting. Ricky snapped the briefcase shut
+and smoked a menthol cigarette. He suddenly noticed that someone had
scuffed his Chuck Taylors.
-Piro and Thomas had taken a circuitous route around the parking lot.
-Now they were making their way back towards Ricky. They seemed to
+
+Piro and Thomas had taken a circuitous route around the parking
+lot. Now they were making their way back towards Ricky. They seemed to
still be discussing the preliminaries even as their voices drifted
within earshot.
"..."
-"Don’t look at me like that. We needed the room."
+"Don't look at me like that. We needed the room."
-"You founded a super-hero teamâ•”funded by drug moneyâ•”to fight drug
-dealers."
+"You founded a super-hero team -- funded by drug money -- to fight
+drug dealers."
"Among other things, yes."
-Piro could feel his eyes popping out of his head. Thomas was almost
-thirty years old. This kind of self-destructive behavior was
-inexcusable. But it was true, he had managed to amass some impressive
-resources. Piro stared off into the Los Angeles smog, weighing the
+Piro could feel his eyes popping out of his head. Thomas was almost
+thirty years old. This kind of self-destructive behavior was
+inexcusable. But it was true, he _had_ managed to amass some impressive
+resources. Piro stared off into the Los Angeles smog, weighing the
situation.
-"Almost nothing about this appeals to me. All right, I’ll make an
-exception for a few of your acquisitions. Did you know that the
-Chrysler Building is still standing in 4086? Owned by the Crown."
+"Almost nothing about this appeals to me. All right, I'll make an
+exception for a few of your acquisitions. Did you know that the
+Chrysler Building is still standing in 4086? Owned by the Crown."
-"Huh. You don’t say."
+"Huh. You don't say."
-"Actually, I operated out of the 61st floor for several years, myself,
-training new recruits."
+"Actually, I operated out of the 61st floor for several years,
+myself, training new recruits."
-"Yeah, I remember that training. Dad really had a hard-on for your
-teaching methods. He always used to tell the rookies, ’If you survive
-one of Piro’s seminars, you’re hired.’ Seemed to think that was
-hilarious for some reason. Of course, years later I told him about
+"Yeah, I remember that training. Dad really had a hard-on for your
+teaching methods. He always used to tell the rookies, 'If you survive
+one of Piro's seminars, you're hired.' Seemed to think that was
+hilarious for some reason. Of course, years later I told him about
your Blythe collection."
-Piro laughed."Who do you think got me started on the doll collecting,
-idiot."
+Piro laughed. "Who do you think got me started on the doll
+collecting, idiot."
Thomas smiled at him warmly.
-Things were falling into place, just as he’d hoped.
+Things were falling into place, just as he'd hoped.
-"Well Thomas, I’m a little perturbed that you’ve brought me back in
-time under false pretenses. Crack cocaine is hardly set to swallow
-the known universe. But now that I’m here... Well, what the hell. I
-can see that you’ve got yourself a heaping full plate. You’re going
-to need all the help you can get dealing with this problem you’ve
-unleashed on the inner city. It probably wasn’t such a bad idea for
+
+"Well Thomas, I'm a little perturbed that you've brought me back in
+time under false pretenses. Crack cocaine is hardly set to swallow the
+known universe. But now that I'm here... Well, what the hell. I can
+see that you've got yourself a heaping full plate. You're going to
+need all the help you can get dealing with this problem you've
+unleashed on the inner city. It probably wasn't such a bad idea for
you to get me involved."
-"I’m sure dad would agree."
+"I'm sure dad would agree."
-"Please, tell me he doesn’t know anything about your drug dealing,"
+"Please, tell me he doesn't know anything about your drug dealing,"
admonished Piro.
"Relax," said Ricky, flicking his cigarette over the hood of the
-Impala."He’s in Japan."
+Impala. "He's in Japan."
"The man has full-clearance access to the mesh, Rick." Piro made a
-face at him, emphasizing the obvious conclusion."If he hasn’t already
-involved himself in this scheme it probably just means you haven’t
+face at him, emphasizing the obvious conclusion. "If he hasn't already
+involved himself in this scheme it probably just means you haven't
been paying close enough attention to the books."
-"I resent that," said Ricky."We’ve spent a lot of money on
+"I resent that," said Ricky. "We've spent a lot of money on
accountants."
+
New York.
The Chrysler Building.
It felt strange to once again be standing on the 61st floor
-observation deck. Piro tilted his head so that his bangs partially
-shielded him from the setting sun. He pondered the circumstances
-which had led up to this present eventuality.
+observation deck. Piro tilted his head so that his bangs partially
+shielded him from the setting sun. He pondered the circumstances which
+had led up to this present eventuality.
-Thomas had fallen asleep in his apartment downstairs. Freeway Ricky
+Thomas had fallen asleep in his apartment downstairs. Freeway Ricky
had stayed behind in L.A., in order to keep an eye on the business.
-Someone had to do it, he had said. Consequently, Piro had been able
-to claim most of the 61st floor for himself. Just like old times. In
+Someone had to do it, he had said. Consequently, Piro had been able to
+claim most of the 61st floor for himself. Just like old times. In
point of fact, some of his old gear from the 1960s was still locked up
-in the building’s armory.
+in the building's armory.
-As Piro’s gaze drifted across the city below, he wondered if Thomas
+As Piro's gaze drifted across the city below, he wondered if Thomas
was aware that he had burned up the remainder of his fuel in the
-process of getting them back to 1986. As a result, the RAGNAROK was
-parked indefinitely within the present temporal frame. Its percept
-drive had run clean out of new perspectives. Face it, there was
+process of getting them back to 1986. As a result, the RAGNAROK was
+parked indefinitely within the present temporal frame. Its percept
+drive had run clean out of new perspectives. Face it, there was
nothing new to be learned from the past.
-No matter. It was true there was a lot of work to be done, here, in
-1986. It could hardly matter if Thomas had deliberately deceived him.
-Petty manipulations were not at the forefront of his mind. In any
+No matter. It was true there was a lot of work to be done, here, in
+1986. It could hardly matter if Thomas had deliberately deceived him.
+Petty manipulations were not at the forefront of his mind. In any
case, it would make little sense for Piro to complain about being lied
to at this late stage in the game.
So, his plans would change.
He willed himself to narrow his focus, concentrating, with some
-effort, solely on the mission at hand. Stopping the crack cocaine
+effort, solely on the mission at hand. Stopping the crack cocaine
epidemic before it destroyed the country, if not the entire world.
-Piro checked the logins on his weapons and unlatched his backpack. He
-withdrew the necessary equipment and prepared to launch himself over
-the wall of the observation deck. Before he new it, he was once again
-repelling down the side of the Chrysler Building. This familiar
+Piro checked the logins on his weapons and unlatched his backpack.
+He withdrew the necessary equipment and prepared to launch himself
+over the wall of the observation deck. Before he new it, he was once
+again repelling down the side of the Chrysler Building. This familiar
action pleased him, and he accelerated with deliberate speed.
-The fading sun reflected at right angles against the skyscraper’s face
-as Piro descended its smooth, featureless surface, pacing himself to
-the rhythm of the city.
+The fading sun reflected at right angles against the skyscraper's
+face as Piro descended its smooth, featureless surface, pacing himself
+to the rhythm of the city.
Down, down, down.
+
PIECES OF FILTH
tags: 1886, haus_mold, jerrymander_mold
-Haus was down. Jerrymander sank backwards into the wagon and hugged
-his satchel. The Mold family backups.
+Haus was down. Jerrymander sank backwards into the wagon and hugged
+his satchel. The Mold family backups.
-More shots rang out from the top of the canyon. A gurgle came out of
-Haus. He would be useless for at least another hour.
+More shots rang out from the top of the canyon. A gurgle came out
+of Haus. He would be useless for at least another hour.
The Secret Service detail had vanished into the brush.
-These fools worshiped a blank sheet of paper. Any blank sheet of
-paper. Considered them sacred. That’s why they didn’t like it when
-you filled them with words.
-
-And Jerrymander Mold had gotten an awful lot of ink. According to the
-Blanks (as they were known), excess quantities of pulp were spoiled
-disseminating the tales of his exploits. Naturally, such tended to
-happen when you were the President of the United States, but the
-Blanks refused to abide the extraordinary circumstances. The simple
-inevitability of the press’ fascination with power was considered, by
-their stubborn, peculiar order, to be no excuse. They declared
-Jerrymander responsible for the destruction of the 25 lb., white bond
-industry. The market had proven incapable of fulfilling wartime
-demand. Therefore, President Mold, as the dominant public figure of
-the war, was obviously to blame for the industry’s collapse.
-
-Haus had uncovered only minimal data on their rituals, but it had been
-enough to put the fear of the Green into Jerrymander. By his
-reckoning, they indulged in blatantly inhumane practices. And now
-they had tracked him into the canyon.
-
-Echoes of movement had been detected nearby. Or so Jerrymander
-calculated the delay. He hesitated to peek over the side of the
-wagon. He could see nothing but the sky and the western rim of the
-canyon, straight ahead of him.
-
-Ten minutes elapsed with no further shots fired. Jerrymander assumed
-the Blanks had moved on, but he declined to relax his grip on the
-satchel.
+
+These fools worshiped a blank sheet of paper. _Any_ blank sheet of
+paper. Considered them sacred. That's why they didn't like it when you
+filled them with words.
+
+And Jerrymander Mold had gotten an awful lot of ink. According to
+the _Blanks_ (as they were known), excess quantities of pulp were
+spoiled disseminating the tales of his exploits. Naturally, such
+tended to happen when you were the President of the United States, but
+the _Blanks_ refused to abide the extraordinary circumstances. The
+simple inevitability of the press' fascination with power was
+considered, by their stubborn, peculiar order, to be no excuse. They
+declared Jerrymander responsible for the destruction of the 25 lb.,
+white bond industry. The market had proven incapable of fulfilling
+wartime demand. Therefore, President Mold, as the dominant public
+figure of the war, was obviously to blame for the industry's collapse.
+
+Haus had uncovered only minimal data on their rituals, but it had
+been enough to put the fear of the Green into Jerrymander. By his
+reckoning, they indulged in blatantly inhumane practices. And now they
+had tracked him into the canyon.
+
+Echoes of movement had been detected nearby. Or so Jerrymander
+calculated the delay. He hesitated to peek over the side of the wagon.
+He could see nothing but the sky and the western rim of the canyon,
+straight ahead of him.
+
+Ten minutes elapsed with no further shots fired. Jerrymander
+assumed the _Blanks_ had moved on, but he declined to relax his grip on
+the satchel.
By any means necessary, the backups must be preserved.
-Two hours elapsed. Jerrymander pulled out a blank sheet of paper and
-investigated it in the failing sunlight. It looked normal enough to
-him. He felt no particular spiritual stirring. Of course, the nature
-of his mechanical body guaranteed that this would be the case. He
-found himself absent the necessary hardware to affect faith, even if
-his ghost had been willing. The virgin rectangle of white paper
-looked very much to him like a virgin rectangle of white paper. It
-lay spread out on his hand, motionless and lacking in semantic
-content. He turned it over and examined it at different angles, but
-could only derive this same, dispassionate reading.
-
-Haus started awake with a gasp. He spit blood on the floor of the
+
+Two hours elapsed. Jerrymander pulled out a blank sheet of paper
+and investigated it in the failing sunlight. It looked normal enough
+to him. He felt no particular spiritual stirring. Of course, the
+nature of his mechanical body guaranteed that this would be the case.
+He found himself absent the necessary hardware to affect faith, even
+if his ghost had been willing. The virgin rectangle of white paper
+looked very much to him like a virgin rectangle of white paper. It lay
+spread out on his hand, motionless and lacking in semantic content. He
+turned it over and examined it at different angles, but could only
+derive this same, dispassionate reading.
+
+Haus started awake with a gasp. He spit blood on the floor of the
wagon, all the while cursing the name of the Green.
"These people are truly trying my patience," he remarked, bitterly.
-"I know what you mean. First they elect me, and then they want to
+"I know what you mean. First they elect me, and then they want to
kill me just because I find it insensible to worship reams of
tractor-feed printer paper."
-"It’s amazing they’ve tolerated you for so long."
+"It's amazing they've tolerated you for so long."
-Jerrymander threw up his hands."They’re a guerrilla force. The
-Federal government is fat and slow. Furthermore, the recalcitrant
-aesthetic appeals to the mainstream. These are not the ingredients of
+Jerrymander threw up his hands. "They're a guerrilla force. The
+Federal government is fat and slow. Furthermore, the recalcitrant
+aesthetic appeals to the mainstream. These are not the ingredients of
an Administration victory."
-The horses were tired. Haus decided that the wagon could afford to
-stay put until morning, even in its disadvantaged position. He’d
-finally gotten the shields up and running. At first light he’d try to
+The horses were tired. Haus decided that the wagon could afford to
+stay put until morning, even in its disadvantaged position. He'd
+finally gotten the shields up and running. At first light he'd try to
track down the awol SS men, while Jerrymander made a beeline for the
-Continuity of Government bunker thirty miles to the north. The
-President would be safe there, provided he didn’t run into any more
-Blanks along the way.
+Continuity of Government bunker thirty miles to the north. The
+President would be safe there, provided he didn't run into any more
+_Blanks_ along the way.
They divided the backups between themselves according to family
-protocol. Haus carefully punched out duplicates of everything they
-had. He took the originals and gave his new copies to the President.
+protocol. Haus carefully punched out duplicates of everything they
+had. He took the originals and gave his new copies to the President.
If either of them were captured or killed, at least one full copy
-would survive. If both of them were captured or killed, the
-preservation of the archive would be irrelevant anyway. They were the
+would survive. If both of them were captured or killed, the
+preservation of the archive would be irrelevant anyway. They were the
only remaining Molds left alive, and it took a living Mold to resume a
saved state.
Haus realized then that the Molds were the precise antithesis of
-everything the Blanks stood for.
+everything the _Blanks_ stood for.
All the more reason to survive.
-Jerrymander dreamed of white squares in space. He conceived them
+
+Jerrymander dreamed of white squares in space. He conceived them
almost as overlapping pixels, multiplying until they blotted out the
-stars and planets. In his dream, he observed the total heat death of
+stars and planets. In his dream, he observed the total heat death of
the universe, presented as a linear narrative spanning the spectrum
-from red shift to blue shift. Near the end, the white squares took on
+from red shift to blue shift. Near the end, the white squares took on
a pale, greenish hue.
He fancied he could make out some meaningful pattern in the mesh of
-interlocking pixels. The whole enterprise brought to mind Penrose
-tiles. He felt that there must be some significance to the display
-that he couldn’t quite grasp. Even in his dream he was frustrated
-that the solution seemed to languish just out of reach.
+interlocking pixels. The whole enterprise brought to mind Penrose
+tiles. He felt that there must be some significance to the display
+that he couldn't quite grasp. Even in his dream he was frustrated that
+the solution seemed to languish just out of reach.
-Jerrymander awoke with a crick in his neck. He ran some diagnostics
+Jerrymander awoke with a crick in his neck. He ran some diagnostics
and adjusted the latches of his spine, but this action only minimally
-reduced his discomfort. He realized then that he felt cold and
-reached for his jacket. He could definitely do with better weather.
-The skin on his knuckles was starting to crack.
+reduced his discomfort. He realized then that he felt cold and reached
+for his jacket. He could definitely do with better weather. The skin
+on his knuckles was starting to crack.
+
+Haus had set off without waking him. It was just as well that they
+split up early in the day. Jerrymander checked his rifles and made
+sure his internal GPS was functioning as expected. Presently, he
+yanked on the reigns. The horses roused groggily to cruise velocity.
-Haus had set off without waking him. It was just as well that they
-split up early in the day. Jerrymander checked his rifles and made
-sure his internal GPS was functioning as expected. Presently, he
-yanked on the reigns. The horses roused groggily to cruise velocity.
+As the wagon drug forward, each horse evacuated its bowels, one
+after the other, in an alternating pattern of green and brown.
-As the wagon drug forward, each horse evacuated its bowels, one after
-the other, in an alternating pattern of green and brown.
+The dust of the trail caught in Jerrymander's teeth. His grimace
+felt permanent, fixed in place.
-The dust of the trail caught in Jerrymander’s teeth. His grimace felt
-permanent, fixed in place.
+He was embarrassed to admit that the smell of the horses bothered
+him.
-He was embarrassed to admit that the smell of the horses bothered him.
DESCENT OF MIND
Saito:
-I write to you with news of Albert’s worsening condition.
+I write to you with news of Albert's worsening condition.
One moment he is digressing about Kant and the next he has picked up a
-kitchen appliance and is bashing himself in the face. I am
+kitchen appliance and is bashing himself in the face. I am
increasingly frightened that he will do irreparable damage to himself.
-When I’m not around, he calls me almost every day. But I cannot
-answer his calls anymoreâ•”not for any lack of sympathy, understand,
-but for time. After five minutes he forgets he’s called and tries to
-call again. This can go on for hours. I think it matters very little
-whether I answer or not, as he won’t remember either way. In spite of
-my fears for his safety, I really don’t think my presence or my words
-mitigate the danger. When I do answer, speaking to him meaningfully
-is an occluded impossibility, as he rarely understands what I’m trying
-to say. He seems to be losing comprehension of even simple language.
-I now manage his percept from remote with an automated script. The
-program runs continuously, even when I am otherwise preoccupied. I
+When I'm not around, he calls me almost every day. But I cannot answer
+his calls anymore -- not for any lack of sympathy, understand, but for
+time. After five minutes he forgets he's called and tries to call
+again. This can go on for hours. I think it matters very little
+whether I answer or not, as he won't remember either way. In spite of
+my fears for his safety, I really don't think my presence or my words
+mitigate the danger. When I do answer, speaking to him meaningfully is
+an occluded impossibility, as he rarely understands what I'm trying to
+say. He seems to be losing comprehension of even simple language. I
+now manage his percept from remote with an automated script. The
+program runs continuously, even when I am otherwise preoccupied. I
check the log messages most mornings.
I still visit him once a week and help him arrange his grocery
-deliveries, medications, and so on. He is no longer capable of caring
-for himself in essential matters. I have to put his hand on the
-pressure screen at the appropriate times. His notebooks have
+deliveries, medications, and so on. He is no longer capable of caring
+for himself in essential matters. I have to put his hand on the
+pressure screen at the appropriate times. His notebooks have
degenerated, devolved over time into page upon page of scratches,
-really nothing more than dots and dashes. I don’t believe he is
-writing in Morse code. He doesn’t even attempt to draw anymore. The
+really nothing more than dots and dashes. I don't believe he is
+writing in Morse code. He doesn't even attempt to draw anymore. The
systems in his apartment could take care of all his basic needs, but I
am reluctant to cut off contact on account of his obvious loneliness.
He has begun to confuse me with members of his family who are long
My understanding is that your work has taken a turn towards success,
as of late, and that the advances you are making every day may be of
-some benefit to Albert. Things used make sense to him, Saito. To us.
+some benefit to Albert. Things used make sense to him, Saito. To us.
In spite of our earlier discussion on these matters, I must appeal to
-you yet again to reconsider your blunt rejection of his case. Surely
-you have some leeway in who you treat. Won’t you please try to help
+you yet again to reconsider your blunt rejection of his case. Surely
+you have some leeway in who you treat. Won't you please try to help
him, if you are able.
I implore you, Saito.
Ian Kenny
+
END BOOK TWO
+
BOOK THREE
+
NANA.TECH
tags: 1928, nana_mold, plinth_mold
Diagoro relaxed his stance only a little as Grandma hobbled over to
-the cupboard. By the Orb on the kitchen counter, he could see that
+the cupboard. By the Orb on the kitchen counter, he could see that
traffic out of the San Jose backbone was slowly reaching its peak.
-Very little time now. Grandma jumped when the teacups reached parity,
+Very little time now. Grandma jumped when the teacups reached parity,
and for a moment he thought that she might be in danger of fainting,
-toppling over. A reassuring expression of recognition (resignation?)
+toppling over. A reassuring expression of recognition (resignation?)
gradually bled into her face, and she settled back down into her
slippers, returning to the cupboard as the black tide line in each
porcelain vessel miscegenated with 2% milk.
-"There’s really not time for this, Nana," Diagoro breathed thickly.
+"There's really not time for this, Nana," Diagoro breathed thickly.
-"You just close your ill-filtering little mouth. You’ll eat this and
-you’ll like it. And then we can go and put down your little foreign
-barbarian whore or whoever it is this time and I’ll wear a smile for
-you then."
+"You just close your ill-filtering little mouth. You'll eat this
+and you'll like it. And then we can go and put down your little
+foreign barbarian whore or whoever it is this time and I'll wear a
+smile for you then."
-Grandma pressed brittle hands into her apron, smearing grease from her
-tools onto the linen. She snapped closed the aluminum case of her
-rifle. After tonight she would tell Diagoro, like so many before him,
+Grandma pressed brittle hands into her apron, smearing grease from
+her tools onto the linen. She snapped closed the aluminum case of her
+rifle. After tonight she would tell Diagoro, like so many before him,
that he was a Mold.
For now, she simply said:
-"I’m going to shoot this bitch myself."
+"I'm going to shoot this bitch myself."
+
STARTING THEM YOUNG
tags: 1935, nana_mold, plinth_mold
-Tomorrow is a holiday, but today is not. My parents are both at work,
-and I’m stuck here at the babysitter’s house, sitting out the two or
-three or four hours that I’ll be trapped in this room, lying on my
-pallet, dreaming without sleep about every possible other thing I
-could be doing with my time. I don’t know why she locks me in here.
+Tomorrow is a holiday, but today is not. My parents are both at
+work, and I'm stuck here at the babysitter's house, sitting out the
+two or three or four hours that I'll be trapped in this room, lying on
+my pallet, dreaming without sleep about every possible other thing I
+could be doing with my time. I don't know why she locks me in here.
-Granny is not really my grandmother. But that does not keep her from
-closing me up into the spare bedroom after lunch, leaving me there
-until shortly before my parents arrive to take me home. What am I
-meant to be doing, during all of this time? Granny has not been
+_Granny_ is not really my grandmother. But that does not keep her
+from closing me up into the spare bedroom after lunch, leaving me
+there until shortly before my parents arrive to take me home. What am
+I meant to be _doing,_ during all of this time? Granny has not been
forthcoming on the subject.
-Today’s focus is a new assortment of military adventure toys.
+Today's focus is a new assortment of military adventure toys.
Specifically, the pre-visualization of a flying machine whose swept
-wings must be made to contract upon the release of a certain
-switchâ•”I presume to be located somewhere along the aircraft’s aft
-fuselage. I’m having a bit of trouble figuring out precisely how the
-wing mechanism will work. Something to do with strings or wires of
-some sort, all obfuscated from the child/operator. The picture is as
-yet fuzzy...
-
-Also up for review is a full-size, realistic combat uniform, infused
-with what I will for marketing purposes refer to as"the scent of
-battle." These two ideas should tide me over until the big door
-unlocks, clicks open at around four o’clock. If I concentrate upon
+wings must be made to contract upon the release of a certain switch --
+I presume to be located somewhere along the aircraft's aft fuselage.
+I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out precisely how the wing
+mechanism will work. Something to do with strings or wires of some
+sort, all obfuscated from the child/operator. The picture is as yet
+fuzzy...
+
+Also up for review is a full-size, realistic combat uniform,
+infused with what I will for marketing purposes refer to as "the scent
+of battle." These two ideas should tide me over until the big door
+unlocks, clicks open at around four o'clock. If I concentrate upon
this pair of images intently enough, conceive of them in great enough
-detail, covering every possible feature, I am convincedâ•”no, I am
-certain â•”that they will have materialized in my bedroom closet by
-the time I get home. It is not clear why I choose to believe in this
-notion, but I confess that I do. I suppose such activity amuses me.
+detail, covering every possible feature, I am convinced -- no, I am
+_certain_ -- that they will have materialized in my bedroom closet by
+the time I get home. It is not clear why I choose to believe in this
+notion, but I confess that I do. I suppose such activity amuses me.
Consider my age.
First then, the aircraft.
"Dad is insatiable screwing his daughter," a voice states, aloud,
-sounding quite desperate to be heard. It is only mildly distracting
-as I am quite used to this sort of thing by now. I shrug vaguely
-without losing my train of thought. Laughable, really, these attempts
-at derailing my creative process.
+sounding quite desperate to be heard. It is only mildly distracting as
+I am quite used to this sort of thing by now. I shrug vaguely without
+losing my train of thought. Laughable, really, these attempts at
+derailing my creative process.
-"Japanese teen showing her hairy pussy," the voice continues. I have
-no trouble ignoring the outburst, and so carry on with my daydreaming
-as if no auditory phenomena were taking place. All is calm.
+"Japanese teen showing her hairy pussy," the voice continues. I
+have no trouble ignoring the outburst, and so carry on with my
+daydreaming as if no auditory phenomena were taking place. All is
+calm.
"Homeless guy wearing a brand new 8-ball jacket."
-That, I’m sorry to admit, tears it. I have finally had enough. I
+That, I'm sorry to admit, tears it. I have finally had enough. I
straighten myself and reply:
-"Little cutie screams as she gets drilled on her new boss’ desk.
-Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? May I proceed now?"
+_"Little cutie screams as she gets drilled on her new boss' desk._
+Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? May I proceed now?"
-I have prepared myself for a dramatic pause, but the voices promptly
-dissolve into a perfect silence. Indeed, one could almost be lulled
-into sleep in this quiet. Would that all of my projects could be
-undertaken in such sublime stillness. I’m quite certain that the
+I have prepared myself for a dramatic pause, but the voices
+promptly dissolve into a perfect silence. Indeed, one could almost be
+lulled into sleep in this quiet. Would that all of my projects could
+be undertaken in such sublime stillness. I'm quite certain that the
balance of my output would yield a sharp increase in quality.
-"Now," I think to myself,"Let’s get back to work."
+"Now," I think to myself, "Let's get back to work."
+
Before long, the voices are at it again.
"Innocent Gays getting modernistic IT anally."
-This time, I don’t even dignify the disruption with a response. Why
-do they bother? I’m simply not interested.
+This time, I don't even dignify the disruption with a response. Why
+do they bother? I'm simply not interested.
+
+And yet, I have to admit that the voices have once again succeeded
+in distracting my attention. Remarkable, these recent advances in
+advert technology.
-And yet, I have to admit that the voices have once again succeeded in
-distracting my attention. Remarkable, these recent advances in advert
-technology.
Granny knocks gently as she enters, clutching a packet of my
-medications. She casts a knowing look as she unscrews the bottles,
+medications. She casts a knowing look as she unscrews the bottles,
sorting the myriad variety of colored pellets into the concave
-depressions of her tray. Her eyes caress me with warm approval as I
+depressions of her tray. Her eyes caress me with warm approval as I
accept the arrangement of doses and commence popping pills.
-"You were diddling yourself in here again, weren’t you, Plinth."
+"You were diddling yourself in here again, weren't you, Plinth."
-"No," I say."You’re hearing things, old woman."
+"No," I say. "You're hearing things, old woman."
-I think she is smiling at me but it’s difficult to tell because she is
-so old that her face appears quite wrinkled even when she is asleep,
-or watching her programs on telescreen. Is that a smile, or is it
-merely the untreated cracking of leather?
+I think she is smiling at me but it's difficult to tell because she
+is so old that her face appears quite wrinkled even when she is
+asleep, or watching her programs on telescreen. Is that a smile, or is
+it merely the untreated cracking of leather?
-I assume she was joking, that she didn’t actually see me with my hands
-in my pants.
+I assume she was joking, that she didn't actually see me with my
+hands in my pants.
-There. Now I am certain she is smiling. This is preposterous. As if
-I needed more variables to consider.
+There. Now I am _certain_ she is smiling. This is preposterous. As
+if I needed more variables to consider.
-I am tired. Much too tired to continue.
+I am tired. Much too tired to continue.
Where are my parents?
-That’s all for today, Diary.
+That's all for today, Diary.
EOF
+
AWAKENING THE SELF
tags: 1944, plinth_mold
-If there is a test, chances are he will pass. But he is never quite
+If there is a test, chances are he will pass. But he is never quite
sure if he really understands the answers, or if he has merely derived
-them from some calculus of the movement of language. Has
-communication truly taken place? And if so, how does he know that he
-knows? This problem of knowledge goes deeper for him (he suspects)
-than for any of the other boys; he is certain that the others are
-secure both in their answers and in the thoughts which (he is also
-certain) inform them. Much unlike himself, unfortunately. What good
-is the right answer if it still doesn’t make any sense?
-
-He is provided a worksheet. On it are inscribed a series of symbols
-he does not understand. Above the symbols are situated photographs of
-the room he has just vacated. He studies the paper and notices that,
+them from some calculus of the movement of language. Has communication
+truly taken place? And if so, how does he know that he knows? This
+problem of knowledge goes deeper for him (he suspects) than for any of
+the other boys; he is certain that the others are secure both in their
+answers and in the thoughts which (he is also certain) inform them.
+Much unlike himself, unfortunately. What good is the right answer if
+it still doesn't make any sense?
+
+He is provided a worksheet. On it are inscribed a series of symbols
+he does not understand. Above the symbols are situated photographs of
+the room he has just vacated. He studies the paper and notices that,
in one of the photos, a mesh transceiver has been placed behind the
-couch. The angle of the photograph is such that the placement of the
-transceiver is clearly intended to be noticed. But what is the
-transceiver for? That information is not provided. He begins to
+couch. The angle of the photograph is such that the placement of the
+transceiver is clearly intended to be noticed. But what is the
+transceiver _for?_ That information is not provided. He begins to
wonder if, perhaps, there is some other, more salient detail of the
-photo that he is missing. What is it he is meant to be looking for?
-Perhaps the mesh equipment is not the item of greatest importance. He
+photo that he is missing. What is it he is meant to be looking for?
+Perhaps the mesh equipment is not the item of greatest importance. He
scans the paper again but notices nothing new.
The other children have all been issued this same sheet of paper.
-Most of them are dumbfounded. Discarding their worksheets, the
-children proceed to enact a miniature, organized conflict. They count
+Most of them are dumbfounded. Discarding their worksheets, the
+children proceed to enact a miniature, organized conflict. They count
off into strike teams, execute insurgencies, repel
counter-insurgencies, invade and defend arbitrarily defined
-territories within the room’s finite perimeter. It is clear to Plinth
-that they have all but forgotten the problem on the worksheet. Had
-the exercise confounded them all the same way? Each of the boys,
-including Plinth himself, have only just turned sixteen. So, some
-unfamiliarity with printed matter is to be expected. But still,
-Plinth wonders, What are these boys seeing when they look at the
-photographs? Indeed, what am I missing?
+territories within the room's finite perimeter. It is clear to Plinth
+that they have all but forgotten the problem on the worksheet. Had the
+exercise confounded them all the same way? Each of the boys, including
+Plinth himself, have only just turned sixteen. So, some unfamiliarity
+with printed matter is to be expected. _But still,_ Plinth wonders,
+_What are these boys seeing when they look at the photographs? Indeed,
+what am I missing?_
At the one hour marker the children are led back into the waiting
-room. Further instructions are not provided.
+room. Further instructions are not provided.
-The children begin to bicker. It is apparent now that the waiting
-room has been stripped of standard entertainments. Plinth waits until
+The children begin to bicker. It is apparent now that the waiting
+room has been stripped of standard entertainments. Plinth waits until
two quarrelers obscure the main surveillance camera (thinly disguised
as an inoperable telescreen) and ducks quickly behind the couch.
Seconds later, he pops back up and feigns participation in the
-complaining. A noticeable bulge now deforms the left-front pocket of
-his trousers. Upon close observation his sudden sociability is less
+complaining. A noticeable bulge now deforms the left-front pocket of
+his trousers. Upon close observation his sudden sociability is less
than convincing.
The boys are led out of the waiting room and into a play area,
-well-stocked with childish trifles. Plinth notes that these trinkets
+well-stocked with childish trifles. Plinth notes that these trinkets
are of the exact type the boys had been clamoring for, only moments
-before. Carefully, he retreats into a corner, near an air vent, and
-divests his pocket of the purloined contraband. The cool,
-manufactured air of the building’s circulation system envelopes his
-hands and face as he crouches above the illicit cargo, squinting at
-the various inscriptions etched into the reverse-side of each item.
-
-Between the legs of a chair, Plinth spies two pairs of wingtip shoes.
-
-The furniture is immediately lifted up, completely off of the ground.
-Large hands likewise lift Plinth out of the corner, but not before he
-manages to gather up his collection of stolen materials. He is
-deposited onto a table top, where two uniformed men inspect him
-thoroughly. Their commentary adopts the distinct air of suspicious,
+before. Carefully, he retreats into a corner, near an air vent, and
+divests his pocket of the purloined contraband. The cool, manufactured
+air of the building's circulation system envelopes his hands and face
+as he crouches above the illicit cargo, squinting at the various
+inscriptions etched into the reverse-side of each item.
+
+Between the legs of a chair, Plinth spies two pairs of wingtip
+shoes.
+
+The furniture is immediately lifted up, completely off of the
+ground. Large hands likewise lift Plinth out of the corner, but not
+before he manages to gather up his collection of stolen materials. He
+is deposited onto a table top, where two uniformed men inspect him
+thoroughly. Their commentary adopts the distinct air of suspicious,
yet enthusiastic interest.
The doctor with the big hands is the first to address him directly.
-"One of your pockets looks rather larger than the other one, Plinth."
+"One of your pockets looks rather larger than the other one,
+Plinth."
-"Yes," the second man joins in,"The way they’re making trousers these
-days, it’s a wonder you can even maintain your balance when you try to
-walk."
+"Yes," the second man joins in, "The way they're making trousers
+these days, it's a wonder you can even maintain your balance when you
+try to walk."
-Plinth:"Born this way, actually. My gait is lopsided."
+Plinth: "Born this way, actually. My gait is lopsided."
-"More likely, his pants are sagging from the weight of several power
-cells taken from a mesh transceiver," the smaller doctor remarks to
-his colleague.
+"More likely, his pants are sagging from the weight of several
+power cells taken from a mesh transceiver," the smaller doctor remarks
+to his colleague.
"For my leaf," Plinth offers, halfheartedly.
-"You can read?" both of them say in unison. Now they take turns
+"You can _read?"_ both of them say in unison. Now they take turns
shaking their heads, greatly amused for some reason.
-"Duh, jackasses," Plinth says, rolling his eyes."I’m not a little
+_"Duh, jackasses,"_ Plinth says, rolling his eyes. "I'm not a little
kid."
Plinth is once again removed from the waiting room.
+
Presently, Plinth is being lectured, prepared for his circumcision.
Before he can be cut, he must first be made to understand.
-The origin of the procedure is by now lost to history. For his part,
-Plinth knows enough about the rite of manhood to suspect what comes
-next. He has also finally deduced the purpose of today’s exercise in
-the waiting room; he is astonished at the transparent nature of the
-deception. Even more astonishing is the fact that he fell for the
-ruse on the first try. Doubtless, Grandma was somehow involved.
-
-As it happens, he is the only child to have qualified for circumcision
-today. At sixteen years of age, most males have yet to develop the
-abstract thinking skills required to perform such feats as, say,
-comprehending the relationship between his environment and the funny
-squiggles and marks that constitute a topographical map. By revealing
-that he knows how to read, Plinth has demonstrated that not only does
-he grasp the basic concepts of symbolic representation, but that he
-may also comprehend more abstract relationships which may or may not
-yield a 1:1 correspondence to empirical reality. This is quite
-unusual for someone so young. According to the more experienced
+The origin of the procedure is by now lost to history. For his
+part, Plinth knows enough about the rite of manhood to suspect what
+comes next. He has also finally deduced the purpose of today's
+exercise in the waiting room; he is astonished at the transparent
+nature of the deception. Even more astonishing is the fact that he
+fell for the ruse on the first try. Doubtless, Grandma was somehow
+involved.
+
+As it happens, he is the only child to have qualified for
+circumcision today. At sixteen years of age, most males have yet to
+develop the abstract thinking skills required to perform such feats
+as, say, comprehending the relationship between his environment and
+the funny squiggles and marks that constitute a topographical map. By
+revealing that he knows how to read, Plinth has demonstrated that not
+only does he grasp the basic concepts of symbolic representation, but
+that he may also comprehend more abstract relationships which may or
+may not yield a 1:1 correspondence to empirical reality. This is quite
+unusual for someone so young. According to the more experienced
doctors, there is a precedent for the situation: Plinth will simply be
allowed to skip ahead to a higher grade level.
himself.
He shoves his hand into his trousers and squeezes out a length of
-fecal matter. Without hesitation, he chews the curl of feces
-vigorously into his mouth. Swallows.
+fecal matter. Without hesitation, he chews the curl of feces
+vigorously into his mouth. Swallows.
Much to his dismay, the gambit is unsuccessful.
-The Mold awareness slowly seeps back into Plinth’s consciousness. At
-first he is beside himself; these men have just mutilated his stick.
-Then he recalls the purpose of the ritual. Presently, he recalls his
-past life as Haus Mold. He knows now what he must do next.
+
+The Mold awareness slowly seeps back into Plinth's consciousness.
+At first he is beside himself; these men have just mutilated his
+stick. Then he recalls the purpose of the ritual. Presently, he
+recalls his past life as Haus Mold. He knows now what he must do next.
Plinth waves the doctors aside and inspects his personal effects,
ensuring that everything remains as he left it, nearly two decades in
-his past. Satisfied, he withdraws a small electronic device and
+his past. Satisfied, he withdraws a small electronic device and
activates its primary function, instantly transmuting all organic life
in the room into dust.
-Deactivating the device and donning his eye-patch, Plinth hops off of
-the examination table and begins to search for an exit.
+Deactivating the device and donning his eye-patch, Plinth hops off
+of the examination table and begins to search for an exit.
There is much work to be done.
-IT’S ALL POLITICS
+
+IT'S ALL POLITICS
tags: 1965, plinth_mold, potus, tab1, the_chief
-"What do you mean he ’runs plastics?’" the Chief snarled,
+"What do you mean he 'runs plastics?'" the Chief snarled,
incredulously.
-"Just that. There’s no record of him after 1928, and then all of a
-sudden this falls into my lap. Somehow, he’s taken control of half
-the toy manufacturing in America."
+"Just that. There's no record of him after 1928, and then all of a
+sudden this falls into my lap. Somehow, he's taken control of half the
+toy manufacturing in America."
Thomas Bright, Sr. adjusted his cap.
-"And you’re sure it’s the same guy?" asked the Chief.
+"And you're sure it's the same guy?" asked the Chief.
-"Proof’s in the paperwork. Same investment patterns."
+"Proof's in the paperwork. Same investment patterns."
-"But technically it’s a different name."
+"But technically it's a different name."
-"They’re all Molds though, aren’t they."
+"They're all Molds though, aren't they."
"True that."
-Plinth Mold settled into his recliner, his reading glasses perched on
-the end of his nose. Not much in the paper.
-Maude. Oh, Maude.
+Plinth Mold settled into his recliner, his reading glasses perched
+on the end of his nose. Not much in the paper.
+
+Maude. Oh, Maude.
-Of course, this wasn’t really his Maude. Generations had passed.
-Their children had spawned children of their own. This girl... Was
+Of course, this wasn't really his Maude. Generations had passed.
+Their children had spawned children of their own. This girl... Was
probably his great great granddaughter.
No matter, the Molds had always kept it in the family.
-Plinth Mold hadn’t made love since 1888.
+Plinth Mold hadn't made love since 1888.
He lit his pipe.
-Thomas Bright, Jr. played with his toys. Frequently, he would inspect
-the intellectual property information inscribed upon the buttocks of
-his action figures. He had noticed early on that all of his toys
-seemed to be manufactured by the same company.
-He figured his dad had purchased them in bulk. The cheap bastard.
+Thomas Bright, Jr. played with his toys. Frequently, he would
+inspect the intellectual property information inscribed upon the
+buttocks of his action figures. He had noticed early on that all of
+his toys seemed to be manufactured by the same company.
-Thomas threw back the flap of his tepee and climbed out. The cold air
-burned his lungs, going down. He fumbled in his pocket for a
+He figured his dad had purchased them in bulk. The cheap bastard.
+
+Thomas threw back the flap of his tepee and climbed out. The cold
+air burned his lungs, going down. He fumbled in his pocket for a
cigarette.
-"Violet!" he yelled, carelessly."When’s dad coming home?"
+"Violet!" he yelled, carelessly. "When's dad coming home?"
"Never!" Violet called back.
-Thomas flicked his cigarette into the open flap of Violet’s tent and
-wandered off towards the creek, where he could urinate in peace.
+Thomas flicked his cigarette into the open flap of Violet's tent
+and wandered off towards the creek, where he could urinate in peace.
+
-An alarm sounded on the Chief’s desk. He scanned the incoming message
-and reacted instantaneously, barking commands into his commlink even
-before he had fully depressed the trigger.
+An alarm sounded on the Chief's desk. He scanned the incoming
+message and reacted instantaneously, barking commands into his
+commlink even before he had fully depressed the trigger.
-"Dispatching a cappella teams to the scene," he shouted into the
-aether.
+"Dispatching _a cappella_ teams to the scene," he shouted into the
+_aether._
Thomas Bright, Sr. stared out of the big the window while the Chief
-worked. He knew that their discussion had ended, for the time being,
-on account of the incoming message. Still, the situation with the
+worked. He knew that their discussion had ended, for the time being,
+on account of the incoming message. Still, the situation with the
Molds would have to be addressed, sooner or later.
-"I’m sorry, Tom, we’re going to have to postpone this until tomorrow
-morning. The President seems to think that current developments
-within Project: BLUEBIRD should take precedence over our investigation
-into the Mold situation."
+"I'm sorry, Tom, we're going to have to postpone this until
+tomorrow morning. The President seems to think that current
+developments within Project: BLUEBIRD should take precedence over
+our investigation into the Mold situation."
-Thomas smiled on the inside. The Chief’s sarcasm in the face of
+Thomas smiled on the inside. The Chief's sarcasm in the face of
absolute authority delighted his sense of rebellious individuality.
Naturally, he would never reveal such degeneracy to his superior.
-"I understand, sir. It’s all politics."
+"I understand, sir. It's all politics."
-The Chief listened to his earpiece for a moment and then glanced over
-at Thomas and mimed jerking off with his hand.
+The Chief listened to his earpiece for a moment and then glanced
+over at Thomas and mimed jerking off with his hand.
Thomas nodded and showed himself out of the room.
+
TRADE
-tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief
+tags: 1970, tab2
-The men in the street shifted uncomfortably as Thomas threaded between
-them, calling out user IDs and lot numbers as he went. Many were
-unaccustomed to such face-to-face business dealings, and they bristled
-at the close contact.
+The men in the street shifted uncomfortably as Thomas threaded
+between them, calling out user IDs and lot numbers as he went. Many
+were unaccustomed to such face-to-face business dealings, and they
+bristled at the close contact.
-In point of fact, the vocal identification and interplay wasn’t
-strictly necessaryâ•”the visor was picking out each recipient quite
-efficiently, on its ownâ•”but Thomas liked to talk to people. As he
+In point of fact, the vocal identification and interplay wasn't
+strictly necessary -- the visor was picking out each recipient quite
+efficiently, on its own -- but Thomas liked to talk to people. As he
made eye contact with each man, he pushed a box into their hands and
-made a point of thanking them for their patronage. Thomas believed
+made a point of thanking them for their patronage. Thomas believed
that the human touch created a connection between himself and his
-clients. For their part, the men in the street were mostly irritated
-by his forthright manner. They would not have left their apartments
-in the first place if home delivery had been within their means.
+clients. For their part, the men in the street were mostly irritated
+by his forthright manner. They would not have left their apartments in
+the first place if home delivery had been within their means.
+
-Indeed, the men stood crammed into an ever lengthening line along one
-side of the street. Most had squatted down on the curb to inspect
-their bid tickets, or in some cases, their parcels. Each figure was a
+Indeed, the men stood crammed into an ever lengthening line along
+one side of the street. Most had squatted down on the curb to inspect
+their bid tickets, or in some cases, their parcels. Each figure was a
solemn portrait in charcoal, crouched in wool jacket and trousers,
-gazing fixedly over his clutch of papers. Every so often, the
-gritting of teeth could be heard above the din as someone discovered
-that he would not be the next to take delivery of his winnings. For
-most in the line, this day’s auction had been a final, go-for-broke
-grasp at obtaining a user account on the old pressure screen grid.
-Securing an account meant the guarantee of employment. Recently, a
-blanket freeze had been declared. No more new accounts would be
-created before the end of the year. This unexpected policy was
-instituted uniformly across all nodes, effective immediately.
-
-Thomas ignored his visor’s display and ran the figures in his head as
-he negotiated the sorry gallery of drooping faces. At two hundred
+gazing fixedly over his clutch of papers. Every so often, the gritting
+of teeth could be heard above the din as someone discovered that he
+would not be the next to take delivery of his winnings. For most in
+the line, this day's auction had been a final, go-for-broke grasp at
+obtaining a user account on the old pressure screen grid. Securing an
+account meant the guarantee of employment. Recently, a blanket freeze
+had been declared. No more new accounts would be created before the
+end of the year. This unexpected policy was instituted uniformly
+across all nodes, effective immediately.
+
+Thomas ignored his visor's display and ran the figures in his head
+as he negotiated the sorry gallery of drooping faces. At two hundred
thousand dollars per, his deliveries were netting an even million on a
-good day. This was not to mention the substantial commissions he
-would claim from brokering his customers’ login applications. In this
-way, he netted rather a lot of money in rather a short period of time.
-Each infusion of cash compounded with his previous earnings,
-snowballing out of all rational control. It occurred to him at times
-that a like substance tended to flow from itself; the small investment
-that had gotten him started (thank you, Father), wed to the ingenuity
-he employed at multiplying its volume, spread, fractal as the branches
-of a tree into an incomprehensibly vast canopy of zeroes. Even so, he
+good day. This was not to mention the substantial commissions he would
+claim from brokering his customers' login applications. In this way,
+he netted rather a lot of money in rather a short period of time. Each
+infusion of cash compounded with his previous earnings, snowballing
+out of all rational control. It occurred to him at times that a like
+substance tended to flow from itself; the small investment that had
+gotten him started (thank you, Father), wed to the ingenuity he
+employed at multiplying its volume, spread, fractal as the branches of
+a tree into an incomprehensibly vast canopy of zeroes. Even so, he
recalled that it had been his own insight, quite apart from the fact
of his tools, that had proven instrumental in setting the whole
-process in motion. From one seed, eternity. But the poetry of
-abiogenesis was a myth. The flow could not proceed from a rock. The
+process in motion. From one seed, eternity. But the poetry of
+abiogenesis was a myth. The flow could not proceed from a rock. The
rock must first be cracked in two.
-Thomas considered the sorry status of his customers. Was the
+Thomas considered the sorry status of his customers. Was the
competence of others truly so discouraging, such a disheartening
-exhibition as to obliterate one’s own will to succeed? Or were these
+exhibition as to obliterate one's own will to succeed? Or were these
men simply too lazy to break open their respective rocks?
Thomas could see no profit in answering the question.
+
Thomas drifted towards a random squatter and tossed a five thousand
-dollar chip into his can. He corrected himself at once, retrieving
-the chip to wipe its memory. After a few seconds erasing, Thomas
-tossed it back into the squatter’s lap. The unfortunate man, who had
-obviously not won any auctions that day, did not look up from his
-leather-bound copy of DIANETICS.
+dollar chip into his can. He corrected himself at once, retrieving the
+chip to wipe its memory. After a few seconds erasing, Thomas tossed it
+back into the squatter's lap. The unfortunate man, who had obviously
+not won any auctions that day, did not look up from his leather-bound
+copy of _DIANETICS._
-Comfort yourself as you’re able, Thomas thought to himself.
+Comfort yourself as you're able, Thomas thought to himself.
Sensing his presence, the book spun up its standard solicitation.
-"I just took a shit the size of a baby’s arm," it read aloud.
+"I just took a shit the size of a baby's arm," it read aloud.
Disabused of his altruism, Thomas returned to his work.
-By now, then, the men to Thomas’ left had all taken on a greenish
-pallor. This indicated that their parcels had already been delivered.
+
+By now, then, the men to Thomas' left had all taken on a greenish
+pallor. This indicated that their parcels had already been delivered.
Thomas wheeled his cart around and headed in the opposite direction.
-The men on the other end of the street were still tinted red. One by
+The men on the other end of the street were still tinted red. One by
one, they melted to light green as he placed a package into each of
-their hands. Occasionally, Thomas would produce a handkerchief from
+their hands. Occasionally, Thomas would produce a handkerchief from
his pocket and wipe the fog away from the inside of his visor.
The weather crawl indicated that the ambient temperature of the
-alleyway had reached 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Uncomfortable, to be
-sure, but not yet a cause for alarm.
+alleyway had reached 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Uncomfortable, to be sure,
+but not yet a cause for alarm.
Once the sidewalk had melted into a carpet of soft green, Thomas
-locked down his cart and pedaled away on his bike. Almost immediately
+locked down his cart and pedaled away on his bike. Almost immediately
he was flagged by a bright orange man who had lately begun to sputter
-and spurt various curses from his seat on the curb. Amused but
-mindful of the orange glow, Thomas put down the kickstand on his bike
-and removed his gloves.
-
-The man on the curb explained to Thomas that his delivery had arrived
-in unsatisfactory condition. While the outer surfaces of the parcel
-appeared to be intact, upon opening the box the man had found nothing
-but charred, broken fragments and a handful of dust. (This, Thomas
-surmised, derived from the explosion of the device’s power source
-whilst in transit.) A scent reminiscent of mashed potatoes wafted
-itself into Thomas’ nostrils.
-
-The man had worked himself into an unfriendly humor. He demanded an
+and spurt various curses from his seat on the curb. Amused but mindful
+of the orange glow, Thomas put down the kickstand on his bike and
+removed his gloves.
+
+The man on the curb explained to Thomas that his delivery had
+arrived in unsatisfactory condition. While the outer surfaces of the
+parcel appeared to be intact, upon opening the box the man had found
+nothing but charred, broken fragments and a handful of dust. (This,
+Thomas surmised, derived from the explosion of the device's power
+source whilst in transit.) A scent reminiscent of mashed potatoes
+wafted itself into Thomas' nostrils.
+
+The man had worked himself into an unfriendly humor. He demanded an
immediate replacement for the item, and/or the immediate refund of the
-full bid amount into his account. As Thomas looked on, the man
+full bid amount into his account. As Thomas looked on, the man
proceeded to type a complaint into his leaf, which shortly caused his
-tint to shift from orange to bright yellow. Simultaneously, a soft
-tone chimed in Thomas’ ear.
+tint to shift from orange to bright yellow. Simultaneously, a soft
+tone chimed in Thomas' ear.
+
-Thomas considered the situation. When the customer had submitted his
-complaint, a hold would have been placed upon Thomas’ account for a
-corresponding price of the item (minus auction fees, etc.), pending
-the satisfactory resolution of the buyer dispute. The onus had now
+Thomas considered the situation. When the customer had submitted
+his complaint, a hold would have been placed upon Thomas' account for
+a corresponding price of the item (minus auction fees, etc.), pending
+the satisfactory resolution of the buyer dispute. The onus had now
shifted to Thomas to provide a valid serial number and delivery
confirmation for the replacement item, or to agree to a full refund.
He immediately recognized that, due to the hold placed upon his
-account, his balance was no longer sufficient to secure a replacement
-item. Much less pay for overnight shipping. A refund, of course,
-would be out of the question, by dint of the clearly stated terms of
-his boilerplate delivery contract.
-
-Thomas judged the dispute irreconcilable. All for the sake of a used
-piece of collectible pregnancy armor. The absurdity of the conundrum
-put him in mind of paper currency. He mulled over suggesting a
-historical working. Small, rectangular pieces of paper could be
+account, _his_ balance was no longer sufficient to secure a replacement
+item. Much less pay for overnight shipping. A refund, of course, would
+be out of the question, by dint of the clearly stated terms of his
+boilerplate delivery contract.
+
+Thomas judged the dispute irreconcilable. All for the sake of a
+used piece of collectible pregnancy armor. The absurdity of the
+conundrum put him in mind of paper currency. He mulled over suggesting
+a historical working. Small, rectangular pieces of paper could be
collected into an animal leather pouch, then transmitted
-surreptitiously via occult arm/hand gestures. Traditionally, the
-procedure had been known put a disgruntled customer’s mind at ease.
-But the notion was laughable. Juvenile. A valid debt could not be
-satisfied with trinkets and scraps of paper. He wiped the
-condensation from his visor and likewise sharpened his mental focus.
-Time to get serious.
-
-Thomas examined his surroundings in the alley. He glanced from side
+surreptitiously via occult arm/hand gestures. Traditionally, the
+procedure had been known put a disgruntled customer's mind at ease.
+But the notion was laughable. Juvenile. A valid debt could not be
+satisfied with trinkets and scraps of paper. He wiped the condensation
+from his visor and likewise sharpened his mental focus. Time to get
+serious.
+
+Thomas examined his surroundings in the alley. He glanced from side
to side, then moved his eyes onto his chronometer and noticed that a
considerable amount of time had elapsed since he had pulled over his
-bike to commiserate with his complaining customer. The two men now
-stood completely alone at the curb. The street had cleared of
-punters.
+bike to commiserate with his complaining customer. The two men now
+stood completely alone at the curb. The street had cleared of punters.
-The unhappy customer’s expression registered extreme dissatisfaction,
-no doubt exacerbated by the evening’s steadily steepening thermal
-incline.
+The unhappy customer's expression registered extreme
+dissatisfaction, no doubt exacerbated by the evening's steadily
+steepening thermal incline.
Thomas considered how difficult it would be to setup a new delivery
account, to find another corner to service, to arrange the dispersal
of hundreds of thousands of dollars for yet another intermediary
-service to accredit is account. He then resumed his customer’s
-tightly focused, accusatory stare. It was true the man could almost
-be said to look pregnant. The customer continued to grimace from
-behind his parcel’s charred, blackened box flaps.
+service to accredit is account. He then resumed his customer's tightly
+focused, accusatory stare. It was true the man could almost be said to
+look pregnant. The customer continued to grimace from behind his
+parcel's charred, blackened box flaps.
Maybe he had needed that armor for something more important than
simply completing a collection.
Without warning, Thomas suddenly snatched the ruined box from the
-man’s hands and hurled it to the ground. He punched the man in the
-jaw and then mounted his bike, adjusted his visor for night vision,
-and pedaled away at top speed. As he had feared, the ambient
-temperature was rapidly approaching dangerous levels.
+man's hands and hurled it to the ground. He punched the man in the jaw
+and then mounted his bike, adjusted his visor for night vision, and
+pedaled away at top speed. As he had feared, the ambient temperature
+was rapidly approaching dangerous levels.
Thomas realized, after he had pedaled some distance down the road,
that he had dropped his login chit.
-The man on the curb wobbled uncertainly. He touched his hand to his
-face several times, confirming the integrity of his jaw line. He then
-stooped to retrieve Thomas’ chit.
-Thomas observed his customer’s activity from a safe distance. He felt
-some disappointment at the loss of his credentials, but he was glad to
-see that his customer had survived the transaction. In any case, his
-account was irretrievably lost. He would have to register all over
-again in the new year.
+The man on the curb wobbled uncertainly. He touched his hand to his
+face several times, confirming the integrity of his jaw line. He then
+stooped to retrieve Thomas' chit.
-Thomas leaned into a tight, right turn and accelerated rapidly towards
-home.
-On balance, he concluded that he could afford to laugh. His customer
-was in for a surprise, if ever he attempted to join the ranks of
-freelance sellers. In today’s economy, selling was not nearly as easy
-as buying. Honest work had proven to yield diminishing returns.
+Thomas observed his customer's activity from a safe distance. He
+felt some disappointment at the loss of his credentials, but he was
+glad to see that his customer had survived the transaction. In any
+case, his account was irretrievably lost. He would have to register
+all over again in the new year.
+
+Thomas leaned into a tight, right turn and accelerated rapidly
+towards home.
+
+On balance, he concluded that he could afford to laugh. His
+customer was in for a surprise, if ever he attempted to join the ranks
+of freelance sellers. In today's economy, selling was not nearly as
+easy as buying. Honest work had proven to yield diminishing returns.
Thomas recognized in himself the stirrings of a terminal pessimism.
-He considered returning to school. Exchanging one set of
+He considered returning to school. Exchanging one set of
circumstances for another of equal or lesser value.
-But he could not admit defeat. Not at twelve years of age.
+But he could not admit defeat. Not at twelve years of age.
He had to make a go of this.
Thomas calculated the remainder of his savings and selected a blank
sheet of paper from his binder.
+
NEW SENTENCES
tags: 1982, 1986, tab1, tab2, the_chief
-Eyes burnt out. Almost awake. Vanishing act. Breathing late.
-Ringing sound. Mild discomfort. Feels like I’m wearing a restroom
-napkin. Tuning three stations at once in my left ear. The other is
-numb. Everything is back and forth. Fluorescents blink and convince
-me otherwise. Smooth, cold and dusty in places. Smell is shrink wrap
-with rubbing alcohol, but worse. Now questions. Tight grip turns to
-shaking. White noise. Corner of a desk in my eye, hard, but it just
-feels like it. Smudged ghosts huddling to warm up. Plastic bindings.
-Spittle smears my cheek. Sound of pliers and car keys. Something
-warmer than dish water. Cut with a razor. Tied. Comforting, now.
-Soft cotton blankets. Lukewarm relax. Taking off the restroom
-napkins. Softer sheets beneath me. Dermal abrasion. Folded towel on
-my forehead. More tying. A small pricking. Indistinct murmuring in
-my ear and then more shouting. I’m drifting. Quieter voices. Mother
-is not holding me.
+1982.
+
+Eyes burnt out. Almost awake. Vanishing act. Breathing late. Ringing
+sound. Mild discomfort. Feels like I'm wearing a restroom napkin.
+Tuning three stations at once in my left ear. The other is numb.
+Everything is back and forth. Fluorescents blink and convince me
+otherwise. Smooth, cold and dusty in places. Smell is shrink wrap with
+rubbing alcohol, but worse. Now questions. Tight grip turns to
+shaking. White noise. Corner of a desk in my eye, hard, but it just
+feels like it. Smudged ghosts huddling to warm up. Plastic bindings.
+Spittle smears my cheek. Sound of pliers and car keys. Something
+warmer than dish water. Cut with a razor. Tied. Comforting, now. Soft
+cotton blankets. Lukewarm relax. Taking off the restroom napkins.
+Softer sheets beneath me. Dermal abrasion. Folded towel on my
+forehead. More tying. A small pricking. Indistinct murmuring in my ear
+and then more shouting. I'm drifting. Quieter voices. Mother is not
+holding me.
+
"Sounds like the diary of a heroin addict," said the Chief.
I laughed.
-"Surprising lucidity. My boy is a born writer. I doubt I’d be
+"Surprising lucidity. My boy is a born writer. I doubt I'd be
coherent enough to recount the experience."
-"Yeah, I’ve tried to read your reports."
+"Yeah, I've tried to read your reports."
+
We had needed a willing guinea pig.
-The lawyers wouldn’t even consider writing up our memo unless one of
-us was willing to undergo the procedure, to prove it was safe.
+The lawyers wouldn't even consider writing up our memo unless one
+of us was willing to undergo the procedure, to prove it was safe.
-I suggested we get new lawyers. That got some laughs.
+I suggested we get new lawyers. That got some laughs.
Then I suggested Tommy.
"But will he do it?" the Chief had asked.
-"You’d better believe it," I assured him.
+"You'd better believe it," I assured him.
-Of course, it wasn’t quite so simple. I hadn’t even spoken to the boy
-in a number of years. He never seemed to be available when I called.
-In the end we had had to extract him from his place of employment.
-Forcibly.
-He just wouldn’t cooperate. Even after my men identified themselves
-as Federal agents. Which they never, ever do. (I had given them some
-leeway to bend the rules. After all, this was my son we were talking
+Of course, it wasn't quite so simple. I hadn't even spoken to the
+boy in a number of years. He never seemed to be available when I
+called. In the end we had had to extract him from his place of
+employment. Forcibly.
+
+He just wouldn't cooperate. Even after my men identified themselves
+as Federal agents. Which they never, ever do. (I had given them some
+leeway to bend the rules. After all, this was my son we were talking
about.)
-We got him out of there. And still he would not submit.
+We got him out of there. And still he would not submit.
I was exasperated.
I authorized additional force just because he had made me so damned
angry.
-Possibly, I should have told him it was me. But that would have
-tainted the experiment. The results would have been declared invalid.
+Possibly, I should have told him it was me. But that would have
+tainted the experiment. The results would have been declared invalid.
The whole operation would have been worse than useless.
I had had to proceed under a cloak of anonymity.
-I hadn’t anticipated that he would figure it out so quickly.
-After he was released, I received an e-mail from him. Short, but it
-was him. Seems he regretted having gone through the experience.
-Asked me not to contact him again. Ever. It wasn’t signed (in fact,
-it arrived as a message sent from my own account). But I know for a
-fact it was him.
+I hadn't anticipated that he would figure it out so quickly.
+
+After he was released, I received an e-mail from him. Short, but it
+was him. Seems he regretted having gone through the experience. Asked
+me not to contact him again. Ever. It wasn't signed (in fact, it
+arrived as a message sent from my own account). But I know for a fact
+it was him.
-Shouldn’t have been such a big deal.
+Shouldn't have been such a big deal.
-He had been through the training. He was qualified. Obligated, even.
+He had been through the training. He was qualified. Obligated,
+even.
But of course, he had had a complaint.
He always was a complainer.
+
1986.
-Woke up this morning. Got a call from Piro. What’s he doing back in
+Woke up this morning. Got a call from Piro. What's he doing back in
the country?
-I was going to say I should let Tommy know, but then I remembered,
-he’s still upset with me.
+I was going to say _I should let Tommy know,_ but then I remembered,
+he's still upset with me.
-I’ll give him a few more years.
+I'll give him a few more years.
+
+He'll cool off, eventually.
-He’ll cool off, eventually.
PERIOD DRAMA
Chuck Fraud loaded his pen.
-He cruised in through the front doors and attached himself to a cart.
-Walked it down an isle and held out his arm, sending a row of boxes
-tumbling into his basket.
+He cruised in through the front doors and attached himself to a
+cart. Walked it down an isle and held out his arm, sending a row of
+boxes tumbling into his basket.
At the register he pulled out his pen and started to write a check.
-"What are you, Abraham Lincoln?" the cashier said,"You can’t write a
-check here."
+"What are you, Abraham Lincoln?" the cashier said, "You can't write
+a check here."
-"What, my money’s not good enough for you?"
+"What, my money's not good enough for you?"
-"No, sir, it’s not. In fact, where did you find an ink pen, anyway?"
+"No, sir, it's not. In fact, where did you find an _ink pen,_
+anyway?"
-Chuck Fraud was taken aback by this. How audacious. And no regard
+Chuck Fraud was taken aback by this. How audacious. And no regard
for history.
-"Sonâ•”"
+"Son--"
-"Cut!" cried the Director."I still don’t feel good about this scene.
-Some of the details just don’t read as authentic. And I don’t like
-this conveyor belt. I don’t remember electronics stores looking like
-this."
+"Cut!" cried the Director. "I still don't feel good about this
+scene. Some of the details just don't read as authentic. And I don't
+like this conveyor belt. I don't remember electronics stores looking
+like this."
He looked down and then spoke into his Arrow shirtsleeve.
-"Get me the Expert. The Expert! Now."
+"Get me the Expert. _The Expert!_ Now."
-After a few minutes the actors were already getting restless and so he
-waved them off, free to shoot dice or fuck under the craft services
+After a few minutes the actors were already getting restless and so
+he waved them off, free to shoot dice or fuck under the craft services
table or whatever it was actors did when not being directed by a
-director. People continued to swarm around him, but still the Expert
+director. People continued to swarm around him, but still the Expert
was not present.
-The Director consulted his shirtsleeve again and then peered into his
-lap at his leaf. He’d research this himself. He tapped two distinct
-regions in sequence and then furrowed his brow as his eyes strained to
-follow the changes.
+The Director consulted his shirtsleeve again and then peered into
+his lap at his leaf. He'd research this himself. He tapped two
+distinct regions in sequence and then furrowed his brow as his eyes
+strained to follow the changes.
+
Chuck Fraud loaded his pen.
-He cruised in through the front doors and attached himself to a cart.
-Walked it down an isle and held out his arm, sending a row of boxes
-tumbling into his basket.
+He cruised in through the front doors and attached himself to a
+cart. Walked it down an isle and held out his arm, sending a row of
+boxes tumbling into his basket.
-Pushed the basket up to the register. Starting filling out a check.
+Pushed the basket up to the register. Starting filling out a check.
-"I’ll need to see your identoplate," the cashier interrupted.
+"I'll need to see your identoplate," the cashier interrupted.
"What kind of scam is this?" asked Chuck Fraud.
-"Sir, you can’t pay with paperâ•”"
+"Sir, you can't pay with paper--"
"Cut!" screamed the Director, finally making himself hoarse.
This time, the Expert was on hand.
-"This sequence just isn’t working. I’m sort of re-writing it blind
-here; I don’t know if the original screenplay was pecked out at random
+"This sequence just isn't working. I'm sort of re-writing it blind
+here; I don't know if the original screenplay was pecked out at random
by amphetamine-soaked apes or if this was something originally
-intended for telescreen. Either way, it’s shit. This retail
-environment is in no way authentic. The transaction particulars are
-also inaccurate. If I remember this stuff, you know the viewers are
-going to remember it. We’ve got to do something about it."
+intended for telescreen. Either way, it's shit. This retail
+environment is in no way authentic. The transaction particulars are
+also inaccurate. If _I_ remember this stuff, you _know_ the _viewers_ are
+going to remember it. We've got to do something about it."
-"I’ll see what I can come up with," confirmed the Expert, before
+"I'll see what I can come up with," confirmed the Expert, before
darting between some interns and vacating the sound stage.
-Errol Royale fingered a business card from the top of his deck. It
-read:"B. Errol Royale, Recruiter." His eyes massaged the dense
-ultracrowd. As he surveyed the area, an erection began to deform the
+
+Errol Royale fingered a business card from the top of his deck. It
+read: "B. Errol Royale, Recruiter." His eyes massaged the dense
+ultracrowd. As he surveyed the area, an erection began to deform the
contour of his trousers.
Royale flashed on one Chuck P. Fraud and made a bee-line for him,
parting the sea of aimless consumers by waving his business card in
-front of his face like a butterfly knife. Fraud responded, naturally
-enough, by shifting his weight and attacking Royale’s midsection,
+front of his face like a butterfly knife. Fraud responded, naturally
+enough, by shifting his weight and attacking Royale's midsection,
using the point formed by his knuckles to radiate a signal of pain
-throughout the taller man’s ribcageâ•”
+throughout the taller man's ribcage --
"Cut," breathed the Director.
He paused to draw in more air before continuing.
-"I think I’m going to give up on this scene. I no longer care how
-Fraud gets into the military. We just have to make it believable when
-he starts picking off Congressmen. Let’s move on to the next page."
+"I think I'm going to give up on this scene. I no longer care how
+Fraud gets into the military. We just have to make it believable when
+he starts picking off Congressmen. Let's move on to the next page."
+
THE MOLDS
tags: 1975, jonathan, plinth_mold, reginald
-The man from downstairs would appear every evening at 7:00 p.m., ready
-to collect the wax sculpts. He would take them down to the
-manufacturing floor where they would be cast as first shot test molds,
-and be then put through several short production runs. Gently, the
-man would scoop up each figure and place it onto his tray. He would
-then push his cart along to the next desk. This cycle iterated, every
-evening of every season, without fail. By autumn, the company’s lead
-design team would complete a fresh collection of figurines.
-
-Jonathan’s team had never failed the company.
-
-Motioning to the man with the cart, then towards an array of already
-assembled parts that were spread out on the table before him, Jonathan
-presented the work that had most recently occupied his attention. The
-wheels of the man’s cart emitted a cantankerous noise and shortly
-began to roll again, this time in the direction of Jonathan’s work
-area.
-
-From out of nowhere, Plinth Mold tramped into the room. He shook the
-dust from his boots, shouldered past the man with the cart, and locked
-his one good eye, somehow simultaneously, onto both men at once.
-Plinth held onto this intimate, personal contact for as long as he
-possibly could before proceeding to the next phase of the interaction.
+The man from downstairs would appear every evening at 7:00 p.m.,
+ready to collect the wax sculpts. He would take them down to the
+manufacturing floor where they would be cast as _first shot_ test
+molds, and be then put through several short production runs. Gently,
+the man would scoop up each figure and place it onto his tray. He
+would then push his cart along to the next desk. This cycle iterated,
+every evening of every season, without fail. By autumn, the company's
+lead design team would complete a fresh collection of figurines.
+
+Jonathan's team had never failed the company.
+
+Motioning to the man with the cart, then towards an array of
+already assembled parts that were spread out on the table before him,
+Jonathan presented the work that had most recently occupied his
+attention. The wheels of the man's cart emitted a cantankerous noise
+and shortly began to roll again, this time in the direction of
+Jonathan's work area.
+
+
+From out of nowhere, Plinth Mold tramped into the room. He shook
+the dust from his boots, shouldered past the man with the cart, and
+locked his one good eye, somehow simultaneously, onto both men at
+once. Plinth held onto this intimate, personal contact for as long as
+he possibly could before proceeding to the next phase of the
+interaction.
Jonathan batted a curtain of dirty hair from his face and began to
-scratch his yellow beard. There was no use trying to stop the boss
+scratch his yellow beard. There was no use trying to stop the boss
now.
Plinth removed his eye patch, revealing the smooth, concave surface
where an eye socket should have been situated, had Plinth been born of
-a mere human woman. Squinting, he proceeded to inspect Jonathan’s
-most recent achievements. The first sculpt seemed to captivate,
-singularly, and he hoisted it up into the light, the better to examine
-its particulars. His weight shifted forward and his mouth produced a
-vaguely appreciative grunt. His one good eye rapidly alternated its
+a mere human woman. Squinting, he proceeded to inspect Jonathan's most
+recent achievements. The first sculpt seemed to captivate, singularly,
+and he hoisted it up into the light, the better to examine its
+particulars. His weight shifted forward and his mouth produced a
+vaguely appreciative grunt. His one good eye rapidly alternated its
focus for several seconds, comparing his favorite figure to the other
-wax artworks arranged haphazardly across Jonathan’s table. It was
-clear from these physical perturbations that, in Plinth’s opinion,
+wax artworks arranged haphazardly across Jonathan's table. It was
+clear from these physical perturbations that, in Plinth's opinion,
none of the other figures measured up to the one he held clenched in
his leather-gloved hand.
-Suddenly sweeping away his velvet knapsack, Plinth winked at Jonathan
-and pulled the drawstring closed.
+Suddenly sweeping away his velvet knapsack, Plinth winked at
+Jonathan and pulled the drawstring closed.
-"Our style of working will seem less threatening, in retrospect," he
-remarked.
+"Our style of working will seem less threatening, in retrospect,"
+he remarked.
-"Who’s threatened?" Jonathan tended to humor the aging businessman his
-eccentricities, but he sensed that he was being mocked.
+"Who's threatened?" Jonathan tended to humor the aging businessman
+his eccentricities, but he sensed that he was being mocked.
-Plinth (indicating the sculpt that had captured his interest):"I shall
-require more figures in this vein. Yes. Similar, I think, if not
+Plinth (indicating the sculpt that had captured his interest): "I
+shall require more figures in this vein. Yes. Similar, I think, if not
identical, to this one."
-Jonathan:"But I’ve completed a whole series of designs. Here, just
-take a look at these other modelsâ•”"
+Jonathan: "But I've completed a whole _series_ of designs. Here,
+just take a look at these other models --"
"I will require only the Asiatics," insisted Plinth, expertly
-maneuvering past Jonathan’s pointlessly extended hand.
+maneuvering past Jonathan's pointlessly extended hand.
-"You aim to pick and choose between the Lord’s handiwork?" demanded
+"You aim to pick and choose between the Lord's handiwork?" demanded
Jonathan, a surprising wave of anger suddenly breaching the surface of
his pink face.
-"A man must content himself with the time that he has been allotted,"
-quoted Plinth,"...and so divide his attentions accordingly."
+_"A man must content himself with the time that he has been
+allotted,"_ quoted Plinth, _"...and so divide his attentions
+accordingly."_
-Plinth paused, waiting for Jonathan’s mind to catch up with his ears.
-"It should also be pointed out that you have come perilously close to
-conflating yourself with the Lord our God. A most unusual lapse, for
-a young man of your background."
+Plinth paused, waiting for Jonathan's mind to catch up with his
+ears.
-This led to silence. Plinth knew quite well which switches he was
-throwing within the young lad’s mind.
+"It should also be pointed out that you have come perilously close
+to conflating _yourself_ with the Lord our God. A most unusual lapse,
+for a young man of your background."
-Jonathan considered himself to be the reincarnation of a famous Green
-religious leader, highly revered by the people of his home country.
-This quirk had been jealously concealed by Jonathan’s family, as wide
-dissemination of his delusions was likely to result in ridicule, or,
-even worse, excommunication from the country’s dominant religious
-order. Since no one believed his claims, there could be no defense.
+This led to silence. Plinth knew quite well which switches he was
+throwing within the young lad's mind.
-As time continued to elapse, Plinth wondered if perhaps he had flipped
-Jonathan’s switches with an excess of vigor.
+Jonathan considered himself to be the reincarnation of a famous
+Green religious leader, highly revered by the people of his home
+country. This quirk had been jealously concealed by Jonathan's family,
+as wide dissemination of his delusions was likely to result in
+ridicule, or, even worse, excommunication from the country's dominant
+religious order. Since no one believed his claims, there could be no
+defense.
-Eventually, the young man let out his breath. Plinth winced visibly
+As time continued to elapse, Plinth wondered if perhaps he had
+flipped Jonathan's switches with an excess of vigor.
+
+Eventually, the young man let out his breath. Plinth winced visibly
as Jonathan opened his mouth and slowly began to speak.
-"I suppose you are better qualified to discern the relative, mundane
-qualities of my work than I can ever hope to be," Jonathan said
-easily, his ears slowly fading from red to pink."I do not begrudge you
-your preferences. They are the very basis of our relationship, after
-all. Please, take what you will."
+"I suppose you are better qualified to discern the relative,
+mundane qualities of my work than I can ever hope to be," Jonathan
+said easily, his ears slowly fading from red to pink. "I do not
+begrudge you your preferences. They are the very basis of our
+relationship, after all. Please, take what you will."
-With this, Plinth relaxed and settled back into his shoes. He could
+With this, Plinth relaxed and settled back into his shoes. He could
see now that Jonathan had regained conscious control of his limbs, and
so, in this more equanimous humor, would not attempt to strike him
-with any of the tools laid out on his workbench. Plinth hastened to
+with any of the tools laid out on his workbench. Plinth hastened to
remind himself that there was never a guaranteed outcome when one
ventured to upset the Divine equilibrium of the religiously inclined.
-He was only glad that he had not come to terminate the boy’s
+He was only glad that he had not come to terminate the boy's
employment.
-Behind Plinth’s back, situated at the base of a far wall, a half-sized
-door rose up from the floor. Presently, it opened, and a half-sized
-man crossed over its threshold into the open air of Jonathan’s
-workshop. Plinth had not come equipped to deal with multiple
-assailants, and so he spun around quite awkwardly to confront this
-lately arriving interloper.
-Somewhat unexpectedly, Plinth’s plastic cloak had gathered itself
+Behind Plinth's back, situated at the base of a far wall, a
+half-sized door rose up from the floor. Presently, it opened, and a
+half-sized man crossed over its threshold into the open air of
+Jonathan's workshop. Plinth had not come equipped to deal with
+multiple assailants, and so he spun around quite awkwardly to confront
+this lately arriving interloper.
+
+Somewhat unexpectedly, Plinth's plastic cloak had gathered itself
around his ankles, on the floor, and he nearly tripped over it as he
assumed the appropriate defensive posture.
-The man in the closet had declined to join Plinth and Jonathan in the
-lounge. He claimed not to have been aware of Plinth’s arrival in the
-workshop, which seemed ordinary enough on its face, but no sane man
-(in Plinth’s estimation) refused a free drink and a chance to gnaw the
-ear of his employer. He would know the reason behind this man’s
-stubborn abstinence. He demanded that the fellow explain himself, and
-fixed his posture to wait for an answer. The half-sized man had
+
+The man in the closet had declined to join Plinth and Jonathan in
+the lounge. He claimed not to have been aware of Plinth's arrival in
+the workshop, which seemed ordinary enough on its face, but no sane
+man (in Plinth's estimation) refused a free drink and a chance to gnaw
+the ear of his employer. He would know the reason behind this man's
+stubborn abstinence. He demanded that the fellow explain himself, and
+fixed his posture to wait for an answer. The half-sized man had
prepared no rebuttal, and so finally he agreed to break from his
-chores, to drink with his employer, to act like a human being. In
+chores, to drink with his employer, to act like a human being. In
spite of this surrender, Plinth observed that a measure of wariness
still showed plainly on his face.
-"I have busied myself in that closet, without emerging, for a handful
-of months, and would continue in my toil without complaint if you
-could but leave me alone to get on with my work," lamented the
+"I have busied myself in that closet, without emerging, for a
+handful of months, and would continue in my toil without complaint if
+you could but leave me alone to get on with my work," lamented the
half-sized man.
-"Is it comfortable in that closet?" Plinth asked. His genuine
+"Is it _comfortable_ in that closet?" Plinth asked. His genuine
curiosity was evident to all who were present at the table.
-"I have to admit that it’s not. But my closet is still serviced by
-the building’s pneumatic tube system, through which I am able to
+"I have to admit that it's not. But my closet is still serviced by
+the building's pneumatic tube system, through which I am able to
procure my materials."
"May I ask then why it is you are willing to tolerate such working
conditions?"
-Plinth knew that he was traversing the boundaries of etiquette. Had
-he opened himself to recriminations? The half-sized man matched his
+Plinth knew that he was traversing the boundaries of etiquette. Had
+he opened himself to recriminations? The half-sized man matched his
tone.
-"Oh, and I suppose you find every aspect of your job to be ideal? I
-work from the time I wake up, straight through to the time when I fall
-asleep. What could be the purpose of maintaining separate quarters?
-There’s nothing about where I sleep in my orders."
+"Oh, and I suppose you find every aspect of _your_ job to be ideal?
+I work from the time I wake up, straight through to the time when I
+fall asleep. What could be the purpose of maintaining separate
+quarters? There's nothing about where I sleep in my orders."
+
+"I don't mean to rhyme..." he added.
-"I don’t mean to rhyme..." he added.
Jonathan was again fumbling with the bristles of his beard, eyes
-focused upon some distant apocalypse. Reginald (for that, Plinth had
-learned, was the half-sized man’s name) had performed the series of
+focused upon some distant apocalypse. Reginald (for that, Plinth had
+learned, was the half-sized man's name) had performed the series of
keypad exertions necessary to extend his rolling platform to roughly
chair height, and so he began the process of conveying his legless
-body into the booth alongside his companions. For his part, Plinth
-was generous enough not to remark upon Reginald’s ornate personal
-mobility carrier. Though gape at it he did.
+body into the booth alongside his companions. For his part, Plinth was
+generous enough not to remark upon Reginald's ornate personal mobility
+carrier. Though gape at it he did.
+
-"What?" demanded Reginald.
+_"What?"_ demanded Reginald.
-"I take it you are the man who operates the molds," whispered Plinth,
-eyes fairly glazing over as he avoided focusing on Reginald’s...
-stroller.
+"I take it you are the man who operates the molds," whispered
+Plinth, eyes fairly glazing over as he avoided focusing on
+Reginald's... stroller.
-"The man who designed them. Now operates them. No one else seems to
+"The man who designed them. Now operates them. No one else seems to
be able to get the hang of the interface."
-Here Jonathan interjected, reciting the well-worn narrative."The
-backups of Reginald’s original designs for the molds were lost in a
-catastrophic fire that cleaned out the department’s central data
-center back in ’71."
+Here Jonathan interjected, reciting the well-worn narrative. "The
+backups of Reginald's original designs for the molds were lost in a
+catastrophic fire that cleaned out the department's central data
+center back in '71."
-"The company opted to rescue what was left of my code instead of what
-was left of my legs. And how did that work out for them?"
+"The company opted to rescue what was left of my code instead of
+what was left of my legs. And how did that work out for them?"
"Reginald was caught in the fire," Jonathan explained.
-"Falling machinery bisected me. Cut me into hemispheres. With the
-loss of my templates, I’ve no way of growing a new interface. None of
-the department’s people have ever been able to figure out how to run
-the things without me."
+"Falling machinery bisected me. Cut me into hemispheres. With the
+loss of my _templates,_ I've no way of growing a new _interface._ None
+of the department's people have ever been able to figure out how to
+run the things without me."
-"But we get by," Jonathan insisted, realizing that Reginald was making
-him sound useless.
+"But we get by," Jonathan insisted, realizing that Reginald was
+making him sound useless.
-"Yes, recognizing that losing me meant throwing off their budget, the
-department chipped in on this mobility rig, and built a special room
-for me here so that I might be close enough to the molds to lend my
-expertise when complex adjustments were required. Eventually, I just
-made the space over into an office. The molds are too expensive to
-replace, so this is the state of affairs until we discover how to map
-the controls onto other users’ minds."
+"Yes, recognizing that losing me meant throwing off their budget,
+the department chipped in on this mobility rig, and built a special
+room for me here so that I might be close enough to the molds to lend
+my expertise when complex adjustments were required. Eventually, I
+just made the space over into an office. The molds are too expensive
+to replace, so this is the state of affairs until we discover how to
+map the controls onto other users' minds."
"I had no idea," said Plinth, now sincerely embarrassed.
-Reginald inclined his head toward Jonathan and took another sip of his
-water.
+Reginald inclined his head toward Jonathan and took another sip of
+his water.
-"I tell the kid here it’s all God’s fault."
+"I tell the kid here it's all God's fault."
-I’LL MANAGE
+
+I'LL MANAGE
tags: 1976, maude_mold, plinth_mold
-So he was unhappy, again. But when he halted to appraise the
-situation rationally, he found that nothing had really changed. Why,
+So he was unhappy, again. But when he halted to appraise the
+situation rationally, he found that nothing had really changed. Why,
then, this morose disposition?
Each season, Plinth Mold selected the action figures that would
-comprise the next year’s line. He did this aloneâ•”that is, his
-decision was finalâ•”because Plinth Mold knew that to consult a
-committee would signal weakness to the trade press. Such fanfare had
+comprise the next year's line. He did this alone -- that is, his
+decision was final -- because Plinth Mold knew that to consult a
+committee would signal weakness to the trade press. Such fanfare had
been made of his spectacular rise, his subsequent reign and famously
charismatic management style, that he was wary of reversing the
polarity of this momentum, reluctant to sour himself in the public eye
-by demonstrating an acute lack of direction. He knew well that each
+by demonstrating an acute lack of direction. He knew well that each
word of praise committed in print represented an investment expected
to yield generous dividends; that the looming weight of his success
was not itself immune to the fearful and awesome properties of general
-relativity. In point of fact, there was a sort of balance to the
+relativity. In point of fact, there _was_ a sort of balance to the
world, and he was loathe to tip it off-kilter.
-The problem was, finally, that these latest designs were not going to
-work. That is to say, Plinth could not decide between them. In years
-gone by such an impasse would have met with the unhesitant scrapping
-of the entire lineâ•”Plinth would fire the responsible team and start
-over from scratch. But it was far too late for that, this year. He
-would have to make a choice from amongst what had already been placed
-in front of him. He knew it was imperative to come to a decision, but
-still he was unsure of his direction.
+The problem was, finally, that these latest designs were not going
+to work. That is to say, Plinth could not decide between them. In
+years gone by such an impasse would have met with the unhesitant
+scrapping of the entire line -- Plinth would fire the responsible team
+and start over from scratch. But it was far too late for that, this
+year. He would have to make a choice from amongst what had already
+been placed in front of him. He knew it was imperative to come to a
+decision, but still he was unsure of his direction.
-Yes, so something of some significance had actually changed. He
+Yes, so something of some significance had actually changed. He
cycled between each layout and reprimanded himself sternly for his
-indecision. Why was he making this so difficult? As he stared at
-each proposal, he could not determine to his satisfaction which was
-superior. They all seemed to consist of roughly the same elements.
+indecision. Why was he making this so difficult? As he stared at each
+proposal, he could not determine to his satisfaction which was
+superior. They all seemed to consist of roughly the same elements.
Each seemed equal in merit to the next.
-"There is urine all over the front of this toilet," complained Maude
-Mold, Plinth’s wife of some twenty-five years."Sometimes I sit down
-and my pant leg touches itâ•”I can feel it."
+"There is urine all over the front of this toilet," complained
+Maude Mold, Plinth's wife of some twenty-five years. "Sometimes I sit
+down and my pant leg touches it -- I can feel it."
-Plinth looked up from his leaf."I guess I’ll need to clean that up."
+Plinth looked up from his leaf. "I guess I'll need to clean that
+up."
-"That’d be a good idea, so I don’t fucking retch."
+"That'd be a good idea, so I don't fucking retch."
Previous flirtations with indecision had cost Plinth an entire
-season’s work. He had ended up pushing a wave of repaints into the
-stores for Redaction Day. No truly new figures for over six months.
+season's work. He had ended up pushing a wave of repaints into the
+stores for Redaction Day. No truly new figures for over six months.
Mention of that debacle was now off-limits in staff meetings, but the
-dark period lingered in his memory. Fatigued, he thought to himself
-that bouncing back from abject failure was a young man’s game.
+dark period lingered in his memory. Fatigued, he thought to himself
+that bouncing back from abject failure was a young man's game.
+
To All Employees:
Our Guiding Principles form the basis for how we should manage our
-day-to-day interactions with customers and each other. They are the
+day-to-day interactions with customers and each other. They are the
unchanging foundation that supports how we conduct ourselves everyday.
Along with our Business Plan objectives and Factors for Dominance, the
Guiding Principles form the building blocks to ensure the Figures
-Department and ultimately UNIVERSAL MOLD’s success.
+Department and ultimately UNIVERSAL MOLD's success.
Click here to view the presentation of the month that discusses the
-importance of"Hold Yourself and Others Accountable."
+importance of "Hold Yourself and Others Accountable."
Act with Honesty and Integrity at All Times
Thank you,
Plinth Mold
-
President, UNIVERSAL MOLD
-"I can’t believe I just wrote that," thought Plinth Mold."I wonder how
-I would respond to a message like this, were I to receive it from my
-own employer." But of course, Plinth Mold did not have an employer.
-Had not, in fact, for some time. (Maude, it was true, was only his
-wife.) He tapped the appropriate region on his leaf’s screen, causing
-his message to be sent. He hated these condescending dispatches, but
-this one had been necessary, something about gradated impacts that had
-bubbled up from Force Management, and if that were the case, it might
-as well bear his own signature instead of one belonging to some
-irrelevant middle manager. He sought solace through embracing the
-inherent nobility of his judgment, but, curiously, accepting his
-responsibility failed to improve his sagging mood. He still felt
-blankâ•”or worse, confused.
-
-"When you sit there with your pen, scratching away, it almost appears
-as if you have friends," allowed Maude."Your movements, these gestures
-toward what appears to be the composition of some sort of communique,
-are so realistic."
-
-Plinth sighed, folded up his leaf and turned off the lamp on his
-nightstand. He removed his eye patch and laid it on the table next to
+
+ "I can't believe I just wrote that," thought Plinth Mold. "I
+wonder how I would respond to a message like this, were I to receive
+it from my own employer." But of course, Plinth Mold did not have an
+employer. Had not, in fact, for some time. (Maude, it was true, was
+only his wife.) He tapped the appropriate region on his leaf's screen,
+causing his message to be sent. He hated these condescending
+dispatches, but this one had been necessary, something about gradated
+impacts that had bubbled up from Force Management, and if that were
+the case, it might as well bear his own signature instead of one
+belonging to some irrelevant middle manager. He sought solace through
+embracing the inherent nobility of his judgment, but, curiously,
+accepting his responsibility failed to improve his sagging mood. He
+still felt blank -- or worse, confused.
+
+ "When you sit there with your pen, scratching away, it almost
+appears as if you have friends," allowed Maude. "Your movements, these
+gestures toward what appears to be the composition of some sort of
+communique, are so realistic."
+
+ Plinth sighed, folded up his leaf and turned off the lamp on his
+nightstand. He removed his eye patch and laid it on the table next to
his face, then ran his fingers over the concave surface where his
-eyeball should have been. His toes were freezing, but Maude would not
+eyeball should have been. His toes were freezing, but Maude would not
countenance another blanket or any adjustment to the environmental
-controls. Perhaps he could show her the figure designs, see if she
-could muster a preference for one in particular. Immediately, he
+controls. Perhaps he could show her the figure designs, see if she
+could muster a preference for one in particular. Immediately, he
wondered what that would cost him in the event of an acrimonious
-separation, and so he closed his mouth. He’d better just do it
-himself. Like so much else.
+separation, and so he closed his mouth. He'd better just do it
+himself. Like so much else.
-"It’s an expensive illusion, created just for you."
+"It's an expensive illusion, created just for you."
There was silence, then, but he knew that he had said too much.
+
SHIFT!
tags: 1981, chricton, eva, plinth_mold, tab2
11SEPT1981
-
UNIVERSAL MOLD, NYC OFFICE
Plinth Mold scrolled through the morning news and shook his head.
"They make up some lie and then they get mad at you when you see
-through it. Because in their mind they think they’ve crafted the
+through it. Because in their mind they think they've crafted the
perfect deception, which should appeal to your (perceived) faults."
-"That’s pretty fucking ridiculous. Clearly they are to blame for
+"That's pretty fucking ridiculous. Clearly they are to blame for
their own inability to con you."
"Yeah."
"By the way, do you want to come in early today?"
-"I’m already here, sir."
+"I'm already here, sir."
-Plinth looked up from his leaf and saw that Thomas was indeed standing
-in the doorway to his office.
+Plinth looked up from his leaf and saw that Thomas was indeed
+standing in the doorway to his office.
-"Oh. So I’m not talking to you on the phone."
+"Oh. So I'm not talking to you on the phone."
"No, sir."
-"You sound like you’re on the phone."
+"You sound like you're on the phone."
-"I’m not, sir."
+"I'm not, sir."
-"You’re sure."
+"You're sure."
"Yes, sir."
-"Nano-toxins. That eat sperm. Selective genocide."
-"History is spamming weird."
+"Nano-toxins. That eat sperm. Selective genocide."
-"Yeah, I read about it the other day. Something they unleashed during
-World War II. Hell of a way to get your pipes cleaned."
+"History is spamming _weird."_
-"Barbaric. And yet... Hmm. Piques the curiosity."
+"Yeah, I read about it the other day. Something they unleashed
+during World War II. Hell of a way to get your pipes cleaned."
-"I’ll say. I wonder if it hurts."
+"Barbaric. And yet... Hmm. Piques the curiosity."
-"See if you can finish up these inks before Chricton comes back from
-lunch."
+"I'll say. I wonder if it hurts."
+
+
+"See if you can finish up these inks before Chricton comes back
+from lunch."
"Will do."
-Thomas moved his fingers inside the box. Ink lines began to appear
-over the blue wireframe on his screen. Once finished, he would export
-the flat image to paper. For some reason, Plinth Mold still preferred
-a 2-D mock-up for his action figures. Thomas found the whole get-up
+Thomas moved his fingers inside the box. Ink lines began to appear
+over the blue wireframe on his screen. Once finished, he would export
+the flat image to paper. For some reason, Plinth Mold still preferred
+a 2-D mock-up for his action figures. Thomas found the whole get-up
awkward, but for a paycheck he was willing to oblige.
-"I know this is not what we set out to do with ourselves," Thomas said
-to himself as he continued to trace the lines on his screen."We’ve
-allowed a number of years to slip by, and yet, no clear progress
-towards our goals is apparent."
+"I know this is not what we set out to do with ourselves," Thomas
+said to himself as he continued to trace the lines on his screen.
+"We've allowed a number of years to slip by, and yet, no clear
+progress towards our goals is apparent."
Just as Thomas was getting into the rhythm of self-deprecation,
Chricton returned, bursting through the door with two brown paper bags
"That was quick."
-"Yes. I ran into Eva in the corridor. Relieved her of these. Here,
-let’s snack while we work."
+"Yes. I ran into Eva in the corridor. Relieved her of these. Here,
+let's snack while we work."
+
"Thoughtful of you."
-"Yeah, I don’t think she was going to do anything important with all
-this stuff anyway. She was covered in some kind of white powder.
-Just stood there while I took her groceries away from her. Distant
+"Yeah, I don't think she was going to do anything important with
+all this stuff anyway. She was covered in some kind of white powder.
+Just stood there while I took her groceries away from her. Distant
look in her eyes."
Thomas leaned his head down on his drawing surface and pretended to
Both men laughed heartily.
-Plinth was flossing with a piece of o-ring from one of the prototype
-figures.
-"Boss, that’s gross."
+Plinth was flossing with a piece of o-ring from one of the
+prototype figures.
-"Hey, all this junk is mine anyway. Keep your eyes on your own
+"Boss, that's gross."
+
+"Hey, all this junk is mine anyway. Keep your eyes on your own
paper."
-"You know, I’ve often wondered how to solve the problem of The Troll."
+
+"You know, I've often wondered how to solve the problem of The
+Troll."
"What the fuck is a Troll, boss?"
-"I’m glad you asked. A Troll is merely someone who enters into a
+"I'm glad you asked. A Troll is merely someone who enters into a
discussion with the intent of disrupting the equilibrium; usually by
-misrepresenting his own or others’ actual positions in favor of
-inflammatory rhetoric, or by the constant interjection of non
-sequiturs."
+misrepresenting his own or others' actual positions in favor of
+inflammatory rhetoric, or by the constant interjection of _non
+sequiturs."_
-"I see. This has to do with one of your theological speculations,
-doesn’t it? Doesn’t sound like a very friendly habit, anyway."
+"I see. This has to do with one of your theological speculations,
+doesn't it? Doesn't sound like a very friendly habit, anyway."
-"No, the Troll isn’t a very friendly sort at all. In fact, the
-practice of Trolling is usually undertaken maliciously. Why, the
-history of the Green is positively peppered with examples of
-individuals whoâ•”"
+"No, the Troll isn't a very friendly sort at all. In fact, the
+practice of Trolling is usually undertaken maliciously. Why, the
+history of the Green is positively _peppered_ with examples of
+individuals who --"
-"But boss, why would someone want to do something like that? Seems
+"But boss, why would someone want to _do_ something like that? Seems
counterproductive."
"That, Thomas, is the problem of the Troll."
-Chricton looked up from his workbench."I think we should make a figure
-of this Troll character." He swiveled his screen around and displayed
-his design: a small creature with an obnoxious outgrowth of wispy
-hair, mounted atop a pencil as if it were some kind of ornamental
-eraser.
-Plinth was visibly amused. He depressed a switch inside his coat
+Chricton looked up from his workbench. "I think we should make a
+figure of this _Troll_ character." He swiveled his screen around and
+displayed his design: a small creature with an obnoxious outgrowth of
+wispy hair, mounted atop a pencil as if it were some kind of
+ornamental eraser.
+
+Plinth was visibly amused. He depressed a switch inside his coat
sleeve.
-"Capital idea, Chricton! Our only obstacle will be securing a license
-on the concept from the Green Consortium."
+"Capital idea, Chricton! Our only obstacle will be securing a
+license on the concept from the _Green Consortium."_
All of the men chuckled hesitantly before deliberately shifting the
discussion to other matters.
-The Green Consortium never issued licenses.
+The _Green Consortium_ never issued licenses.
Not to the likes of Plinth Mold.
+
THE SHIP
tags: 1993, piro, plinth_mold, tab2
-I’m watching the waves do weird things, dancing around the stuck pixel
-in my visor. It’s making me a little nauseous.
+I'm watching the waves do weird things, dancing around the stuck
+pixel in my visor. It's making me a little nauseous.
-Piotr’s abovedecks with the boss, Plinth Mold. I really, really,
-really didn’t want him to come along on this outing, but Captain
-Plinth insisted. I can’t say no to him; literally. In spite of the
+Piotr's abovedecks with the boss, Plinth Mold. I really, really,
+_really_ didn't want him to come along on this outing, but Captain
+Plinth insisted. I can't say no to him; literally. In spite of the
rumors of impending cutbacks, I need to hold onto this job for as long
-as possible. There are debts to consider. And hey, it’s his boat.
+as possible. There are debts to consider. And hey, it's his boat.
-But truthfully, I hate Piotr. He’s my best friend, sure, but things
-are complicated. He makes me be the bottom. Plus, his hair is longer
-than mine. These are only two of my reasons for hating him.
+But truthfully, I hate Piotr. He's my best friend, sure, but things
+are complicated. He makes me be the bottom. Plus, his hair is longer
+than mine. These are only two of my reasons for hating him.
-Staring out of my porthole is not working. I’m about to blow
-groceries, so I’ve got to get out of my room. I don’t want to ruin my
+Staring out of my porthole is not working. I'm about to blow
+groceries, so I've got to get out of my room. I don't want to ruin my
sheets.
-I’m up top again, leaning over the railing. Piotr thinks this is all
-pretty funny. Plinth, if he notices, ignores the subtle
+I'm up top again, leaning over the railing. Piotr thinks this is
+all pretty funny. Plinth, if he notices, ignores the subtle
best-friend-tension between Piotr and myself and has a laugh as well.
-I’m peering into his face, trying to line up the dead pixel in my
-visor with his one good eye. It centers me momentarily and I stop
+I'm peering into his face, trying to line up the dead pixel in my
+visor with his one good eye. It centers me momentarily and I stop
vomiting long enough to strike up a conversation.
"Plinth, I need a raise."
-"I just want you to know that my having to fire Piotr isn’t going to
-reflect badly on you."
+"I just want you to know that my having to fire Piotr isn't going
+to reflect badly on you."
-I am transfixed. Somehow I keep from letting loose on Plinth’s shoes.
+I am transfixed. Somehow I keep from letting loose on Plinth's
+shoes.
"You know, because you recommended him to the company."
-After a period of stasis the sky is vibrating normally again, and so
-I’m back to leaning over the railing. If you need me, you’ll know
-where I’m at. Plinth keeps on talking.
+After a period of stasis the sky is vibrating normally again, and
+so I'm back to leaning over the railing. If you need me, you'll know
+where I'm at. Plinth keeps on talking.
+
+"Let's not tell him until we cross the Equator, eh?"
-"Let’s not tell him until we cross the Equator, eh?"
+Wiping my mouth. Pushing the words out. "He's not really my
+brother, you know."
-Wiping my mouth. Pushing the words out."He’s not really my brother,
-you know."
Going back several years now, Piotr and I have been telling people
-that we’re brothers. Twin brothers, even. Somewhat surprisingly,
+that we're brothers. Twin brothers, even. Somewhat surprisingly,
seeing as how we look nothing alike, no one has ever expressed the
-slightest incredulity about our claim to blood kinship. I guess I
-have to admit, I would be surprised if anyone at this company had paid
-that close attention to anything that came out of our mouths. But
-this goes beyond simple gullibility. Never, no matter how ludicrous a
-scenario Piotr and I may have just tried to put over, has anyone, at
-any time, ever, challenged one of our claims. Even when we have
-deliberately crafted preposterous stories. Even when it’s clear that
-we almost certainly must be lying. I have no explanation for this
-incredible fact. Though I do admit to taking advantage of the effect
-from time to time. When it comes to untruths, Piro and I are
-multi-platinum sellers. Too hype, straight dope, flavor milk, so to
-speak. It’s sickening.
-
-Anyway, by now I am tired of the charade. Determined to break the
+slightest incredulity about our claim to blood kinship. I guess I have
+to admit, I would be surprised if anyone at this company had paid that
+close attention to anything that came out of our mouths. But this goes
+beyond simple gullibility. Never, no matter how ludicrous a scenario
+Piotr and I may have just tried to put over, has _anyone,_ at _any
+time, ever,_ challenged one of our claims. Even when we have
+deliberately crafted preposterous stories. Even when it's clear that
+we almost certainly must be lying. I have no explanation for this
+incredible fact. Though I do admit to taking advantage of the effect
+from time to time. When it comes to untruths, Piro and I are
+multi-platinum sellers. Too hype, straight dope, flavor milk, so to
+speak. It's sickening.
+
+Anyway, by now I am tired of the charade. Determined to break the
illusion, to drop real knowledge on our employer and our co-workers.
Piotr, my love; how I hate him.
-"Boss, I have a confession. I’ve been lying to you, all these years."
+"Boss, I have a confession. I've been lying to you, all these
+years."
-"In your way. Of course I know that you are not a blood relation of
-Piotr’s. Though I doubt anyone else here at the company suspects.
-You see, Piotr is my son."
+"In your way. Of course I know that you are not a blood relation of
+Piotr's. Though I doubt anyone else here at the company suspects. You
+see, Piotr is my son."
-I lean back over the edge, then straighten myself, then back over the
-edge, ad nauseam. (Ha ha.) An inverted pendulum. The IV comes out of
-my arm and then my premium grade Green is washing all over the deck.
-It’s a beautiful chaos.
+I lean back over the edge, then straighten myself, then back over
+the edge, _ad nauseam._ (Ha ha.) An inverted pendulum. The IV comes out
+of my arm and then my premium grade Green is washing all over the
+deck. It's a beautiful chaos.
-"No way, boss."
+_"No way,_ boss."
-"Oh, yes way, Thomas."
+"Oh, _yes way,_ Thomas."
-"That’s ridiculous. That’s disgusting. How could this happen."
+"That's ridiculous. That's disgusting. How could this happen."
-It is a great storm that frightens the fish and blows up the skirt of
-our boat. It causes a great deal of entertaining interference in my
-visor. I’m tracing lines between the raindrops with my messed-up
-pixel and again, it’s making me quite ill. However, my stomach has
-almost caught up with the unstable gravity of the ship, and I feel
-that if only I can keep up with the raindrops, I may stave off
-vomiting indefinitely. In the meantime, the IV has been replaced in
-my arm.
+
+It is a great storm that frightens the fish and blows up the skirt
+of our boat. It causes a great deal of entertaining interference in my
+visor. I'm tracing lines between the raindrops with my messed-up pixel
+and again, it's making me quite ill. However, my stomach has almost
+caught up with the unstable gravity of the ship, and I feel that if
+only I can keep up with the raindrops, I may stave off vomiting
+indefinitely. In the meantime, the IV has been replaced in my arm.
Plinth stands watch over the bridge.
-I can feel Piotr entering the room even though he’s exercising his
-professional skills; he’s so vain that he even wants to lie to me with
+I can feel Piotr entering the room even though he's exercising his
+professional skills; he's so vain that he even wants to lie to me with
his movements.
-I can’t take it anymore.
+I can't take it anymore.
-"He’s firing you, idiot."
+"He's firing you, idiot."
"I love you, Thomas."
-The ball is in play. I really do hate Piotr.
+The ball is in play. I really do hate Piotr.
-"Of course you love me. We’re brothers, right?"
+"Of course you love me. We're brothers, right?"
-"He’s not firing me. He’s giving me the ship."
+"He's not firing me. He's giving me the ship."
-This is just too much. I have to throw up some more of my insides.
+This is just too much. I have to throw up some more of my insides.
-"You know he’s my father, then," says Piotr.
+"You know he's my father, then," says Piotr.
-"Oh, fuck you." I barely spit out the words before losing my lunch all
-over the bed. Piotr looks sympathetic, but suddenly he gets a little
-testy as he realizes I’m damaging his property.
+"Oh, _fuck you."_ I barely spit out the words before losing my lunch
+all over the bed. Piotr looks sympathetic, but suddenly he gets a
+little testy as he realizes I'm damaging his property.
-"Hey, don’t make a mess of my boat."
+"Hey, don't make a mess of my boat."
Aw, shut up.
I know how to calm him down.
+
PERCEPT DRIVE
tags: 1993, piro, plinth_mold, tab2
-Plinth Mold sat and ate his Green Cashew cereal. The ship’s percept
+Plinth Mold sat and ate his Green Cashew cereal. The ship's percept
drive sent barely visible tremors across the surface of his milk.
"Do you ever get sad when you see a girl who is, like, all obsessed
-with sports and stuff, and you realize that there’s no way the two of
+with sports and stuff, and you realize that there's no way the two of
you could ever be compatible?"
-Thomas had somehow gained entrance to Plinth’s cabin. What about the
-elaborate rhetoricalock system Piro had installed? Plinth had been
-assured, specifically, that Thomas could not penetrate it.
-Ridiculous.
+Thomas had somehow gained entrance to Plinth's cabin. What about
+the elaborate rhetoricalock system Piro had installed? Plinth had been
+assured, specifically, that Thomas could not penetrate it. Ridiculous.
"You mean some girl you like?"
-"Not necessarily. Just, you know, any girl. Just to see her. From a
-distance, it’s almost as if there is some sort of active force that
+"Not necessarily. Just, you know, any girl. Just to see her. From a
+distance, it's almost as if there is some sort of active force that
draws you towards her, even as it pushes her away."
-"I can’t say as I’ve ever suffered that sort of crisis, Thomas."
+"I can't say as I've ever suffered that sort of crisis, Thomas."
-"Oh. Well, even though I’m gay, it still sucks. Strictly speaking."
+"Oh. Well, even though I'm gay, it still sucks. Strictly speaking."
-The ship lurched sharply and Plinth figured Piro must be wrangling the
-percept team to the other side of the deck, making a slight course
+The ship lurched sharply and Plinth figured Piro must be wrangling
+the percept team to the other side of the deck, making a slight course
adjustment.
-"Anyway, could you please shut up this incessant chattering? My Green
-Cashews are getting soggy."
+"Anyway, could you please shut up this incessant chattering? My
+Green Cashews are getting soggy."
-"All right, boss. I’ll just head up top and see if anything else
+"All right, boss. I'll just head up top and see if anything else
needs doing."
-Abovedecks, Piro was indeed herding members of the percept team from
-one side of the ship to the other. Each man or woman planted
+
+Abovedecks, Piro was indeed herding members of the percept team
+from one side of the ship to the other. Each man or woman planted
themselves into their new position and focused their attention
acutely, fixating upon a single point along the horizon that had been
-marked pink in their visors. Slowly, the ship began to change
+marked pink in their visors. Slowly, the ship began to change
direction.
-Piro propped a leg up on the railing."Forward; That way," he
+Piro propped a leg up on the railing. "Forward; That way," he
commanded, gesturing in a specific direction for the benefit of the
percept team.
That was not good for the ship.
-THE SHIP, PT. 3
-tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, chrystal_pepsi, piro,
+THE SHIP, PT. 3
-plinth_mold, tab1, tab2, the_chief, wetbeard
+tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, chrystal_pepsi, piro, plinth_mold, tab1,
+tab2, the_chief, wetbeard
-It was Lunsford, all right. QCL Corp.
+ It was Lunsford, all right. QCL Corp.
-I really didn’t need to verify.
+I really didn't need to verify.
I had spellchecked over three hundred individual songs, processing
-each of them manually. One at a time because Lunsford refused to let
-anyone use the automation. All of his interns were on leave for
-various reasons. He’d popped out of his office a couple of hours ago
-and handed me this improbable stack of leaves. One leaf per song!
-Then disappeared just as quickly as he’d arrived. Meanwhile, at an
-access junction to the abandoned floor, my own"interns" were spreading
-porn onto the mesh like so much organic peanut butter onto a bland
-tasting sandwich. The security exposure revealed by last night’s
-scans would heal itself by lunch time, possibly even before I could
-put Lunsford in the freezer and be on my way. Potentially troubling,
-but as a strictly practical measure I was confident of my chances.
-For various reasons it paid to keep positive.
-
-I cracked open a Gray Pop and chugged it back. Frothy, neutral-toned
-agents coated my throat with perpendicular cells. It was refreshing,
-and also damned delicious. Honestly, I should have been focusing on
-losing the extra pounds I’d picked up while working on the this
-assignment. Only a week to go before I’d be shipping out again. I’d
-appear obese and would probably be mocked by my teammates. I glanced
-down at my belly, hesitantly. All right, shit, I thought to myself,
-I’ll purge the perp cells before heading to bed. So much for the
-perks of the job. I hated forcing myself to vomit.
+each of them manually. One at a time because Lunsford refused to let
+anyone use the automation. All of his interns were on leave for
+various reasons. He'd popped out of his office a couple of hours ago
+and handed me this improbable stack of leaves. One leaf per song! Then
+disappeared just as quickly as he'd arrived. Meanwhile, at an access
+junction to the abandoned floor, my own "interns" were spreading porn
+onto the mesh like so much organic peanut butter onto a bland tasting
+sandwich. The security exposure revealed by last night's scans would
+heal itself by lunch time, possibly even before I could put Lunsford
+in the freezer and be on my way. Potentially troubling, but as a
+strictly practical measure I was confident of my chances. For various
+reasons it paid to keep positive.
+
+I cracked open a Gray Pop and chugged it back. Frothy,
+neutral-toned agents coated my throat with perpendicular cells. It was
+refreshing, and also damned delicious. Honestly, I should have been
+focusing on losing the extra pounds I'd picked up while working on the
+this assignment. Only a week to go before I'd be shipping out again.
+I'd appear obese and would probably be mocked by my teammates. I
+glanced down at my belly, hesitantly. _All right, shit,_ I thought to
+myself, _I'll purge the perp cells before heading to bed._ So much for
+the perks of the job. I hated forcing myself to vomit.
Presently, I belched.
Which temporarily alleviated my sea sickness.
-I squeezed my eyes shut and strained to hear my heartbeat. The sounds
-of the machinery in the room ran my thoughts aground. Wave upon wave
-of diverse electronic complaint, crashing together in a ubiquitous
-aural foam. So loud that I couldn’t feel the reassuring pulse of my
-circulatory system clicking against my inner ear. I wondered: Am I
-finally dead? Or am I being recalled to base? What is the meaning of
-all this?
+I squeezed my eyes shut and strained to hear my heartbeat. The
+sounds of the machinery in the room ran my thoughts aground. Wave upon
+wave of diverse electronic complaint, crashing together in a
+ubiquitous aural foam. So loud that I couldn't feel the reassuring
+pulse of my circulatory system clicking against my inner ear. I
+wondered: _Am I finally dead? Or am I being recalled to base? What is
+the meaning of all this?_
Then reason, and balance, resumed.
Meaning was irrelevant.
-A new disturbance in my visor window. Some of the security from
-upstairs was leaking onto the public layer. Wonder what the pajama
-shits are? Text 667-SHITZ to find out!
+A new disturbance in my visor window. Some of the security from
+upstairs was leaking onto the public layer. _Wonder what the pajama
+shits are? Text 667-SHITZ to find out!_
-Well. It was old-fashioned stuff but it would work. That is to say,
+Well. It was old-fashioned stuff but it would work. That is to say,
if my interns could keep their hands out of their pants long enough to
-smear it into place properly. I crushed the empty Gray Pop can on my
-forehead and tossed it into the trash bin. There was groundwork to be
-laid before my part of the assignment could proceed. I scanned the
+smear it into place properly. I crushed the empty Gray Pop can on my
+forehead and tossed it into the trash bin. There was groundwork to be
+laid before my part of the assignment could proceed. I scanned the
progress reports again and made sure that the numbers were leveling
-according to plan. We were on schedule. Barely. A relief, but the
-boys were only onto the B tab by now.
+according to plan. We were on schedule. Barely. A relief, but the boys
+were only onto the _B_ tab by now.
We were going to need more time.
-It may have started as a reaction to the percept team’s sudden loss of
-attention. It may have been something else. What was positive was
+
+It may have started as a reaction to the percept team's sudden loss
+of attention. It may have been something else. What was positive was
that things were not going well for the team stationed upon the top
-deck of the USS DOM DELUISE. Piro’s prodigious organizational efforts
+deck of the USS DOM DELUISE. Piro's prodigious organizational efforts
notwithstanding.
"You men, eyes on the horizon," directed Piro.
A waved sloshed over the deck, knocking a couple of the team off of
-their feet. They immediately righted their gaze to stern.
+their feet. They immediately righted their gaze to stern.
"Not what I meant," said Piro.
-"Water’s getting choppy," hollered Thomas Bright, emerging from
-belowdecks."You sure you don’t need to get your folks strapped in?"
+"Water's getting choppy," hollered Thomas Bright, emerging from
+belowdecks. "You sure you don't need to get your folks strapped in?"
-"We’ll be fine." Piro reinstated his leg to the side of the railing
-and propped himself against it with his elbow. Somehow, he maintained
-the appearance of standing upright. He motioned towards the sun,
-which was only just now slipping below the the horizon.
+"We'll be fine." Piro reinstated his leg to the side of the railing
+and propped himself against it with his elbow. Somehow, he maintained
+the appearance of standing upright. He motioned towards the sun, which
+was only just now slipping below the the horizon.
-Thomas interjected again."It’s no wonder they were having trouble,
-staring into the sun like that. Probably ruining their eyesight."
+Thomas interjected again. "It's no wonder they were having trouble,
+staring into the sun like that. Probably ruining their eyesight."
"Worrying about that is my responsibility," said Piro, clearly
irritated that Thomas had raised the issue in front of his men.
-"Hey, fuck- s’cuuuuuuse me. I’m here on behalf of the boss. He’s
-trying to mentate down there. Only, the ship’s rocking back and forth
-too much. Making him nauseous."
+"Hey, fuck-_s'cuuuuuuse_ me. I'm here on behalf of the boss. He's
+trying to mentate down there. Only, the ship's rocking back and forth
+too much. Making him nauseous."
-Piro’s face didn’t change."Understood."
+Piro's face didn't change. "Understood."
Satisfied, Thomas returned belowdecks.
-Piro kicked one of his men in the seat of his uniform."I said eyes on
-the horizon."
+Piro kicked one of his men in the seat of his uniform. "I said eyes
+on the horizon."
+
We were in before Lunsford got back.
I sat down behind his desk and played around with his knickknacks.
-Action figures, mostly. Even one of himself. Though it must be
-stated that the depiction was idealized, anatomically enhanced almost
-beyond recognition. There were some doodles carved into the arm of
-his chair, apparently with a pocket knife. What a barbarian. Inside
-his desk I found several unopened packages of Magnum prophylactics.
+Action figures, mostly. Even one of himself. Though it must be stated
+that the depiction was idealized, anatomically enhanced almost beyond
+recognition. There were some doodles carved into the arm of his chair,
+apparently with a pocket knife. What a barbarian. Inside his desk I
+found several unopened packages of Magnum prophylactics.
He burst through the doorway of his office just as I had one of the
-Magnums out and stretched over the barrel of my gun. I suppose it
-painted an odd picture for him. Well, shit, I thought, break time’s
-over.
-
-My first shot punctured the digitally enhanced prophylactic. The rest
-of the flexible, translucent material blew away as I carried forward
-with renovations to Lunsford’s frame. Pieces of the Magnum had ended
-up all over the place, and I laughed when I saw that a small fragment
-had become stuck to Lunsford’s cheek. The debris and flesh dispersed
-in their usual fractal pattern as I emptied the rest of my clip into
-his face.
+Magnums out and stretched over the barrel of my gun. I suppose it
+painted an odd picture for him. _Well, shit,_ I thought, _break time's
+over._
+
+My first shot punctured the digitally enhanced prophylactic. The
+rest of the flexible, translucent material blew away as I carried
+forward with renovations to Lunsford's frame. Pieces of the Magnum had
+ended up all over the place, and I laughed when I saw that a small
+fragment had become stuck to Lunsford's cheek. The debris and flesh
+dispersed in their usual fractal pattern as I emptied the rest of my
+clip into his face.
Mission accomplished, then.
-By the time Lunsford had settled to the floor, my interns had caught
-up with me. They proceeded to scoop up any and all items of interest.
-I fished in Lunsford’s pockets for a cigarette and came up with some
-off-brand that must have cost even less than what I normally smoked.
-I stripped off my necktie and tossed it onto Lunsford’s lifeless
-chest, chased it with a flick of ash, and then, with some effort,
-produced a fair amount of Gray Pop spittle. A signature, of sorts.
-We gathered up what we needed from his office and left the body for
-housekeeping.
+By the time Lunsford had settled to the floor, my interns had
+caught up with me. They proceeded to scoop up any and all items of
+interest. I fished in Lunsford's pockets for a cigarette and came up
+with some off-brand that must have cost even less than what _I_
+normally smoked. I stripped off my necktie and tossed it onto
+Lunsford's lifeless chest, chased it with a flick of ash, and then,
+with some effort, produced a fair amount of Gray Pop spittle. A
+signature, of sorts. We gathered up what we needed from his office and
+left the body for housekeeping.
+
Ring, ring.
-"USS DOM DELUISE, your one-stop shop for Redaction Day savings," Lt.
-Commander Wetbeard sighed into his mouthpiece.
+"USS DOM DELUISE, your one-stop shop for Redaction Day savings,"
+Lt. Commander Wetbeard sighed into his mouthpiece.
-"This is Plinth. I’m calling on an outside line because the intercom
-in my stateroom is non-functional. I need you to contact Piro and
-send him down here for me."
+"This is Plinth. I'm calling on an outside line because the
+intercom in my stateroom is non-functional. I need you to contact Piro
+and send him down here for me."
-"I’ll get right on top of that, boss," said Wetbeard, straightening
+"I'll get right on top of that, boss," said Wetbeard, straightening
smartly in spite of the fact that no one could see him in his watch
seat.
-A low-flying aircraft became momentarily visible to the percept team
-and the ship rolled to starboard.
+A low-flying aircraft became momentarily visible to the percept
+team and the ship rolled to starboard.
"Did you feel that?"
"Nevermind."
-"I’ll send Piro down right away, sir. Anyway, it looks like he could
-use a break."
+"I'll send Piro down right away, sir. Anyway, it looks like he
+could use a break."
-"Tell him we’ll have Thomas steer the team for him, while he’s
+"Tell him we'll have Thomas steer the team for him, while he's
belowdecks."
-Lt. Commander Wetbeard stared at his phone. While his rank as Lt.
+Lt. Commander Wetbeard stared at his phone. While his rank as Lt.
Commander was merely a job title, and not an actual rank in any known
naval organization, he was still conflicted over whether or not to
-question the orders of Plinth Mold. It had been some time since
+question the orders of Plinth Mold. It had been some time since
Wetbeard had needed to contemplate the ramifications of any of the
-orders that were issued to him. His mind ran several possible
+orders that were issued to him. His mind ran several possible
scenarios as he awaited the flash of resolute intent which would
signal that a suitable course of action had been selected.
Accordingly, the two conflicted halves of Lt. Commander Wetbeard
engaged in an extended negotiation, exchanging discreet packets of
-information at last-century speeds. As if to unclog the apparent
+information at last-century speeds. As if to unclog the apparent
bottleneck, Plinth Mold severed the uncomfortable silence by at last
continuing to speak.
-"I’m sending him up now," Plinth said, and hung up.
+"I'm sending him up now," Plinth said, and hung up.
-And with that, Wetbeard’s crisis was resolved.
+And with that, Wetbeard's crisis was resolved.
-In all, fifteen of my team were disqualified from active service based
-upon their performance in the Lunsford simulation.
-I began to seriously consider retirement. No, really this time. It
-wasn’t bad enough that I’d been busted down to mission
+In all, fifteen of my team were disqualified from active service
+based upon their performance in the Lunsford simulation.
+
+I began to seriously consider retirement. No, really this time. It
+wasn't bad enough that I'd been busted down to mission
pre-visualizations; I had to be roundly insulted by the lackluster
-passel of students assigned to me, as well. I fairly ached to commit
+passel of students assigned to me, as well. I fairly _ached_ to commit
government-sanctioned violence against an entrenched detachment of
radical dissidents, or at least to fire a loaded weapon at a
-stationary target in a taxpayer-funded firing range. My desires,
+stationary target in a taxpayer-funded firing range. My desires,
however, were irrelevant, owing to my present status at the Farm.
-They’d even revoked my weapons certificates so that nothing in my
-personal arsenal could be activated or equipped. For now, the weapons
+They'd even revoked my weapons certificates so that nothing in my
+personal arsenal could be activated or equipped. For now, the weapons
would lay idle, stubbornly refusing to aid in the national defense.
-Naturally, I was still responsible for their maintenance. It was a
+Naturally, I was still responsible for their maintenance. It was a
textbook example of bureaucratic entanglement: an asset simultaneously
existing in two contradictory states, never collapsing, one way or the
-other, into coherence. During the first six months of my demotion I
-was convinced that soon I’d be slipped a deep-cover assignment which
-would exploit my new status as a pseudo-civilian. It would hardly be
-the first time I’d enjoyed such an arrangement. But no one ever
-contacted me. No such assignment ever materialized.
+other, into coherence. During the first six months of my demotion I
+was convinced that soon I'd be slipped a deep-cover assignment which
+would exploit my new status as a pseudo-civilian. It would hardly be
+the first time I'd enjoyed such an arrangement. But no one ever
+contacted me. No such assignment ever materialized.
Maybe I had missed a cue.
-In truth, there was a given reason for my demotion. I won’t go into
-detail, but suffice to say that around 1991 it was suddenly considered
-bad form to tally a large number of civilian casualties in the course
-of a single mission. My superiors had cunningly rewritten the rule
-book after I’d already been deployed to the field. Oh, there were
-extenuating circumstances, to be sure, but, as with the review board
-who oversaw my case, I’m sure you have better things to do with your
-time than listen to me complain about how I was sabotaged by the petty
-reprisals of middle-management. I’ll just say that it was no
+In truth, there _was_ a given reason for my demotion. I won't go
+into detail, but suffice to say that around 1991 it was suddenly
+considered bad form to tally a large number of civilian casualties in
+the course of a single mission. My superiors had cunningly rewritten
+the rule book after I'd already been deployed to the field. Oh, there
+were extenuating circumstances, to be sure, but, as with the review
+board who oversaw my case, I'm sure you have better things to do with
+your time than listen to me complain about how I was sabotaged by the
+petty reprisals of middle-management. I'll just say that it was no
coincidence a former student of mine had become my new case officer
shortly before we shipped out, and that the offending mission was my
first under her command.
-Chrystal Pepsi. An officer for whom I’d flatly refused to die.
+_Chrystal Pepsi._ An officer for whom I'd flatly refused to die.
-It’s conceivable that she may have sensed my lack of faith in her
+It's conceivable that she may have sensed my lack of faith in her
abilities.
-Taking a peek at the paperwork and gradually realizing the scenario I
-was being slotted into, I was furious. It’s unprofessional to admit
-this, but I’m certain my feelings toward C. Pepsi affected my
-performance during the mission. It’s likely that she was cognizant of
+Taking a peek at the paperwork and gradually realizing the scenario
+I was being slotted into, I was furious. It's unprofessional to admit
+this, but I'm certain my feelings toward C. Pepsi affected my
+performance during the mission. It's likely that she was cognizant of
my opinions even when she first floated my name to lead the team.
-Hence, a typical sort of trap. Her bid to leapfrog my years of
-experience by simply removing me from the game board. This was
-exactly the kind of thing I had taught her to do to other people.
+Hence, a typical sort of trap. Her bid to leapfrog my years of
+experience by simply removing me from the game board. This was exactly
+the kind of thing I had taught her to do to other people.
And, well, it had worked.
-I missed the Chief. I missed my old life.
+I missed the Chief. I missed my old life.
-I was used to being a target, but that didn’t mean I would just sit
+I was used to being a target, but that didn't mean I would just sit
around and do nothing about it, once I found out.
It was time to reactivate my guns.
+
THE CARRIER
tags: 1993, chipotle_pope_bags, gravely_cuss, pennis_mold, piro,
plinth_mold, tab2, wetbeard
-"This logo is all wrong," complained Pennis Mold."You’ve got to
+"This logo is all wrong," complained Pennis Mold. "You've got to
include the inverted commas, like this." Pennis made a few marks on
-the leaf and held up his doctored version of the logo."Is that so
+the leaf and held up his doctored version of the logo. "Is that so
hard?"
-"It just seems like a bunch of artsy-fartsy crap, to me," said
-Chipotle."It’s a stroke book. Why does it have to be high concept?"
+"It just seems like a bunch of artsy-fartsy _crap,_ to me," said
+Chipotle. "It's a stroke book. Why does it have to be high concept?"
Pennis waved the new logo around, gesturing with authority, which
finally triggered Chipoltle to relent.
-"Okay, all right, I’ll give it another pass."
+"Okay, all right, I'll give it another pass."
-Each day at the company was a repeat of this same pattern. Pennis
-would issue instructions and then there would be friction. By the end
+Each day at the company was a repeat of this same pattern. Pennis
+would issue instructions and then there would be friction. By the end
of his fifth year at MASSIVE FICTIONS, Pennis was all but ready to
-hang it up. Then, more problems emerged. A general strike had been
-called, partway into his latest project, which had resulted in Pennis’
+hang it up. Then, more problems emerged. A general strike had been
+called, partway into his latest project, which had resulted in Pennis'
line being reduced to a handful of stroke books and a live streaming
video site that was only accessible from within the Bohemian Grove.
The publishing business had proven more difficult than he had
anticipated.
-And Pennis didn’t even like stroke books.
+And Pennis didn't even like stroke books.
+
Years ago.
"Pornstations on," chirped the instructor.
Gravely and Chipoltle slapped the sides of their pornstations,
-whispering behind the buzzing of the blue lights. Their instructor
+whispering behind the buzzing of the blue lights. Their instructor
adjusted the smallpox heart on her cheek and immediately launched into
-her morning monologue. At this, Chipoltle activated his stresspants.
+her morning monologue. At this, Chipoltle activated his stresspants.
A fact that did not pass unobserved by his classmates.
+
Back in the present.
"Sir, how long until dinner?"
"Help me with these potatoes," answered Pennis Mold.
The two men went to work, removing the polymer wrap from each of a
-dozen red potatoes. Pennis was going to wing it. He hoped that
-Plinth wouldn’t notice he’d bought organic. And from outside the
-company, to boot. Pennis decided then and there that Plinth would
-have to tough it out. Human food was human food.
+dozen red potatoes. Pennis was going to wing it. He hoped that Plinth
+wouldn't notice he'd bought organic. And from outside the company, to
+boot. Pennis decided then and there that Plinth would have to tough it
+out. Human food was human food.
+
Many years ago.
-The squad of boys made their way down the corridor. Rounding a
-corner, a snatch of audio snagged their attention."Gravely Cuss,
-Chipotle Pope Bags (Low Fat), Pennis Cialis Moldâ•”report to the
+The squad of boys made their way down the corridor. Rounding a
+corner, a snatch of audio snagged their attention. "Gravely Cuss,
+Chipotle Pope Bags (Low Fat), Pennis Cialis Mold -- report to the
office at your convenience."
"That means never," laughed Pennis Mold.
-"I think I like the sound of that woman’s voice," remarked Chipotle.
+"I think I like the sound of that woman's voice," remarked
+Chipotle.
+
Present time, present day.
-The deck of the carrier struggled to remain parallel with the horizon.
-As Pennis stumbled onto deck, a group of homeless men pedaled out on
-their bicycles, brandishing empty gas cans, demanding spare change so
-that they might refuel their stranded automobiles. Seemingly
-oblivious to the rolling of the ship’s deck, the cyclists converged on
-Pennis’ position.
+The deck of the carrier struggled to remain parallel with the
+horizon. As Pennis stumbled onto deck, a group of homeless men pedaled
+out on their bicycles, brandishing empty gas cans, demanding spare
+change so that they might refuel their stranded automobiles. Seemingly
+oblivious to the rolling of the ship's deck, the cyclists converged on
+Pennis' position.
Pennis looked around and wondered where their automobiles could
-possibly have broken down. For that matter, how could anyone be
+possibly have broken down. For that matter, how could anyone be
homeless on an aircraft carrier?
-"An aircraft carrier is supposed to have stabilizers," he explained to
-the homeless men."Obviously, ours are not working very well. It’s
+"An aircraft carrier is supposed to have stabilizers," he explained
+to the homeless men. "Obviously, ours are not working very well. It's
probably dangerous for you to be riding out here, right now."
-The cyclists eyed each other nervously. Slowly, apprehension hardened
-into rage.
+The cyclists eyed each other nervously. Slowly, apprehension
+hardened into rage.
This guy was ignoring their pitch.
+
Pause to consider:
-Pennis was the youngest of the three Mold brothers. To himâ•”and to
-their fatherâ•”it seemed he could never quite measure up. This had
-made Pennis’ life much more difficult than he would have preferred.
+Pennis was the youngest of the three Mold brothers. To him -- and
+to their father -- it seemed he could never quite measure up. This had
+made Pennis' life much more difficult than he would have preferred.
But now he had his own ship.
-The carrier was an old vessel, to be sure. But she was seaworthy, and
-Pennis had never regretted his investment.
+The carrier was an old vessel, to be sure. But she was seaworthy,
+and Pennis had never regretted his investment.
He had even made some improvements of his own.
-"I just can’t take it anymore," gasped Pennis Mold, tipping against
+
+"I just can't take it anymore," gasped Pennis Mold, tipping against
the hold and clutching his stomach in a decaying imitation of his
-brother’s photogenic, sportsmanlike physicality. He dropped the very
-important folder of leaves he had just removed from the ship’s vault.
+brother's photogenic, sportsmanlike physicality. He dropped the very
+important folder of leaves he had just removed from the ship's vault.
-"What, you’d rather head back up top? Relax. We’ll rendezvous with
+"What, you'd rather head back up top? Relax. We'll rendezvous with
your brother soon."
-"It’s not the ship that’s making me sick."
+"It's not the ship that's making me sick."
-"Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten so much of that weird cereal."
+"Maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much of that weird cereal."
-"Paris sent me another case. I wouldn’t feel right just throwing it
+"Paris sent me another case. I wouldn't feel right just throwing it
away."
-Pennis started back towards his quarters. Then reversed course. Then
-reversed again. He stared down at his shoes, which promptly faded
-into the floor beneath him. He was seeing green circles, spheres,
-squares, cubes, words. When he tried to focus on them he found that
+Pennis started back towards his quarters. Then reversed course.
+Then reversed again. He stared down at his shoes, which promptly faded
+into the floor beneath him. He was seeing green circles, spheres,
+squares, cubes, words. When he tried to focus on them he found that
nothing came to mind.
-Piro switched back to optical and then checked again. As with his
+
+Piro switched back to optical and then checked again. As with his
other sensor sweeps, the visual pass confirmed that there were no
-approaching ships. He glanced over at Thomas and wondered if his
-visor would report the same thing. That is, if Thomas were to muster
-any interest in scanning the horizon. Piro imported his department’s
-budget and earmarked an allotment for upgrades to his team’s standard
-equipment. New visors for all his men.
+approaching ships. He glanced over at Thomas and wondered if his visor
+would report the same thing. That is, if Thomas were to muster any
+interest in scanning the horizon. Piro imported his department's
+budget and earmarked an allotment for upgrades to his team's standard
+equipment. New visors for all his men.
-"What I’d like is for everyone to be prepared to withdraw at a
-moment’s notice," stated Plinth.
+"What I'd like is for everyone to be prepared to withdraw at a
+moment's notice," stated Plinth.
"Understood, sir."
-"I don’t expect this will take very long. In fact, if not for the
+"I don't expect this will take very long. In fact, if not for the
simple pleasures of life at sea, I doubt I would have agreed to this
meeting at all."
Piro and Thomas both rolled their eyes.
-"We’ll be taking the same route back. I intend for us all to derive
-some enjoyment from this cruise. Consider it a peculiar sort of
-vacation. A paid vacation, obviously."
+"We'll be taking the same route back. I intend for us all to derive
+some enjoyment from this cruise. Consider it a peculiar sort of
+vacation. A paid vacation, obviously."
-"If you don’t mind my saying so, boss, the South Atlantic is kind of
-an awkward venue for a family dispute," observed Thomas.
+"If you don't mind my saying so, boss, the South Atlantic is kind
+of an awkward venue for a family dispute," observed Thomas.
"Thomas, the open seas are essentially the only place left on Earth
where humans may whisper to each other in relative privacy."
-Incredulous looks. That hadn’t been true for decades.
+Incredulous looks. That hadn't been true for decades.
-"In any case, this meeting will hardly constitute a debate. We’ve
+"In any case, this meeting will hardly constitute a debate. We've
long ago settled any differences we might have had between us.
Contrary to what you two have probably surmised, I intend to shake the
-man’s hand."
+man's hand."
-"That’s a whole grab bag of intentions you’ve got there, boss."
+"That's a whole grab bag of intentions you've got there, boss."
"Hush now, Thomas."
+
"Gentlemen."
-Plinth Mold removed his safety belt and stepped out onto the deck of
-the carrier. At his side were his personal chef, an armed guard, and
-three of his most trusted attorneys. The chef shuffled nervously,
+Plinth Mold removed his safety belt and stepped out onto the deck
+of the carrier. At his side were his personal chef, an armed guard,
+and three of his most trusted attorneys. The chef shuffled nervously,
fingering the weapon concealed within his coat pocket.
-Let’s get out of this damned sunlight, thought the chef.
+Let's get out of this damned sunlight, thought the chef.
-"Let’s get out of this sunlight," suggested Plinth Mold, and all who
-were present nodded in agreement.
+"Let's get out of this sunlight," suggested Plinth Mold, and all
+who were present nodded in agreement.
Arriving to greet Plinth and his entourage were a coterie of men in
-green suits. Vintage microfiber. They pegged Piro immediately as a
+green suits. Vintage microfiber. They pegged Piro immediately as a
fellow specialist and nodded to him, exchanging introductions via
-private channel. The conjoined group of men made their way into a
+private channel. The conjoined group of men made their way into a
vacant deck elevator and adjusted their postures to accommodate the
-cramped space. Presently, the doors swung shut and the mechanism
+cramped space. Presently, the doors swung shut and the mechanism
slowly lowered them into the sub-levels of the carrier.
-Inexplicably, Plinth’s attorneys seemed as nervous as the chef.
+Inexplicably, Plinth's attorneys seemed as nervous as the chef.
The elevator doors slid open again and Plinth took the lead,
navigating a winding series of passageways that finally terminated in
-the entrance to an executive conference room. He felt at home on the
-carrier, and somehow seemed familiar with its layout. This came as a
+the entrance to an executive conference room. He felt at home on the
+carrier, and somehow seemed familiar with its layout. This came as a
mild surprise since he had never previously studied the vessel, nor
-had he ever set foot aboard such a craft. On the other hand, it was
+had he ever set foot aboard such a craft. On the other hand, it was
sometimes difficult for him to isolate the experiences which had
-accumulated throughout his long life. It was certainly possible that
+accumulated throughout his long life. It was certainly possible that
the carrier had, at some point in time, belonged to him or to one of
-his holding companies. He was amused because he could not remember,
+his holding companies. He was amused because he could not remember,
could not distinguish between whimsy and reality.
-Plinth poured himself a glass of water and replaced the pitcher at the
-center of the table.
+Plinth poured himself a glass of water and replaced the pitcher at
+the center of the table.
+
-Lt. Commander Wetbeard was the first to spot the lighthouse. He
+Lt. Commander Wetbeard was the first to spot the lighthouse. He
reached instinctively for his pressure screen, but the board had gone
-dead. He fumbled in his shirt and eventually produced his personal
-leaf. Shit. It would not power up.
+dead. He fumbled in his shirt and eventually produced his personal
+leaf. Shit. It would not power up.
-Without Piro to guide their attention, the percept team was scrambling
-on the deck below.
+Without Piro to guide their attention, the percept team was
+scrambling on the deck below.
-Thomas finally gave up on aiming at the toilet and resigned himself to
-urinating on the floor.
+Thomas finally gave up on aiming at the toilet and resigned himself
+to urinating on the floor.
-GREEN SQUARES
-tags: 1993, interviewer, pennis_mold, plinth_mold,
+GREEN SQUARES
-wetbeard
+tags: 1993, interviewer, pennis_mold, plinth_mold, wetbeard
-It was Plinth’s turn to evince incredulity. Obviously, there was no
+It was Plinth's turn to evince incredulity. Obviously, there was no
lighthouse at these coordinates, or at any other coordinates in the
-general vicinity. The apparent reality of the situation did not mesh
-with with common sense. The situation was untenable.
+general vicinity. The apparent reality of the situation did not mesh
+with with common sense. The situation was untenable.
+
+Plinth employed the use of a vintage chronometer, worn on his
+wrist. Presently, he fingered the device as his lawyers booted up
+their paperwork. "We're in the middle of the South Atlantic,
+Wetbeard," he said. "Please explain."
-Plinth employed the use of a vintage chronometer, worn on his wrist.
-Presently, he fingered the device as his lawyers booted up their
-paperwork."We’re in the middle of the South Atlantic, Wetbeard," he
-said."Please explain."
+"Sir, I don't know where it came from. I looked down, and then I
+looked up. From out of nowhere, it was there."
-"Sir, I don’t know where it came from. I looked down, and then I
-looked up. From out of nowhere, it was there."
+"Well, what am I paying you for? Steer the ship out of its way."
-"Well, what am I paying you for? Steer the ship out of its way."
+"Sir, that's what I've been trying to tell you. I--"
-"Sir, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Iâ•”"
-"So, after you founded then what?"
+"So, after you founded 'MATERIAL', then what?"
-"Plinth was impressed. I’d finally done something right. With his
-encouragement, I went ahead and launched TURBO FUCKIN’: SENSUAL
-MAGAZINE as well as the fringe one, SASQUATCH COLOGNE. Neither of
-them lasted long."
+"Plinth was impressed. I'd finally done something right. With his
+encouragement, I went ahead and launched TURBO FUCKIN': SENSUAL
+MAGAZINE as well as the fringe one, SASQUATCH COLOGNE. Neither of them
+lasted long."
-"Hm. What went wrong?"
+"Hm. What went wrong?"
"Basically, I went to sleep one night and had a dream that God was
-real. I mean, physically real. And I was lucky enough to be born as
-His incarnation on Earth. I guess what was most difficult about the
-whole episode was that I... Well, I actually believed it. I believed
+real. I mean, physically _real._ And I was lucky enough to be born as
+His incarnation on Earth. I guess what was most difficult about the
+whole episode was that I... Well, I actually believed it. I believed
in the dream wholeheartedly."
-"Haha, a foolproof source of information because dreams are so often
-known to mirror reality."
+"Haha, a foolproof source of information because dreams are so
+often known to mirror reality."
-"Exactly. Heh. You know, don’t ask me to explain it, but at the time
-it seemed rational. Or should I say, intuitive."
+"Exactly. Heh. You know, don't ask me to explain it, but at the
+time it seemed rational. Or should I say, intuitive."
-"Ah, I see. That old pratfall. Laid clean by the banana peel of
-subjective cognition. I remember a time when I was forced by my
-grandfather to drive one of those four-wheeled automobiles. Mercedes,
-I believe they were called. I couldn’t make sense of the steering
-mechanism. No Tetris blocks, as we have today. My grandfather was
-livid. He actually punched me in the shoulder! He couldn’t believe
+"Ah, I see. That old pratfall. Laid clean by the banana peel of
+subjective cognition. I remember a time when I was forced by my
+grandfather to drive one of those four-wheeled automobiles. _Mercedes,_
+I believe they were called. I couldn't make sense of the steering
+mechanism. No Tetris blocks, as we have today. My grandfather was
+livid. He actually punched me in the shoulder! He couldn't believe
that someone my age would have no interest in piloting one of his
-antique vehicles. What a laugh, right? I told him to just use his
-leaf and order the groceries himself. Of course, by the time all of
-this took place he had been blind for thirty years."
+antique vehicles. What a laugh, right? I told him to just use his leaf
+and order the groceries himself. Of course, by the time all of this
+took place he had been blind for thirty years."
-"What can I say. You only know what you know. If you can’t trust
-your own mind, what can you trust? The tactile leaf interface was
-foreign to him; the car, not so much. Your grandfather probably
+"What can I say. You only know what you know. If you can't trust
+your own mind, what can you trust? The tactile leaf interface was
+foreign to him; the car, not so much. Your grandfather probably
thought you were an idiot."
-"And I, him. you have to admit that there was no real way he could
-have taught me to drive, in his condition. He was not equipped for
-the task. Just as in your dream, you conceived that the Green had
-been made flesh. Believing yourself, in fact, to be an incarnation of
-the Green, despite a complete lack of empirical evidence for your
-claim. I’m sure you can see the parallel I’m drawing here. Both of
-you were groping for an appropriate set of terms, clawing for a
-hand-hold in the cliff-face of ambiguity that immediately blocked your
-path."
+"And I, him. you have to admit that there was no real way he could
+have taught me to drive, in his condition. He was not equipped for the
+task. Just as in your dream, you conceived that the Green had been
+made flesh. Believing yourself, in fact, to be an _incarnation_ of the
+Green, despite a complete lack of empirical evidence for your claim.
+I'm sure you can see the parallel I'm drawing here. Both of you were
+groping for an appropriate set of terms, clawing for a hand-hold in
+the cliff-face of ambiguity that immediately blocked your path."
-"Okay, okay, you’ve got me there. Maybe I wasn’t God after all."
+"Okay, okay, you've got me there. Maybe I wasn't God after all."
The boat lurched sharply, causing the walls of the mess hall to
-reorient violently. The interviewer’s laughter seg-faulted into a
+reorient violently. The interviewer's laughter seg-faulted into a
vague, restrained panic.
-"I don’t like the sound of that."
+"I don't like the sound of that."
"Neither will my brother."
Silence then, as Pennis rearranged his folders.
-"Tell me again about God’s peculiarities with regards to intellectual
-property."
+"Tell me again about God's peculiarities with regards to
+intellectual property."
-"Oh yes. As God, I briefly refused to interact with humans on the
-grounds that one of them might try to sue me... In the event that I
+"Oh yes. As God, I briefly refused to interact with humans on the
+grounds that one of them might try to sue me... In the event that I
ended up creating something which too closely resembled one of their
-fan fictions. Or prayers, as they were known."
+fan fictions. Or _prayers,_ as they were known."
-"Never mind the Scriptures, I guess! Was this before or after the
+"Never mind the Scriptures, I guess! Was this before or after the
introduction of your DNA-filtering condoms?"
-"Oh, long before. All of this happened before Plinth set me up in the
-manufacturing business. This was even before the RODS MAGAZINE
-lawsuits. I had yet to piss away my share of our father’s fortune.
+"Oh, long before. All of this happened before Plinth set me up in
+the manufacturing business. This was even before the RODS MAGAZINE
+lawsuits. I had yet to piss away my share of our father's fortune.
Plinth was still doing the action figures, partnered with that Swedish
fellow."
-"I wonder if he’s going to be happy to see you."
+"I wonder if he's going to be happy to see you."
+
+"He'll make it seem so. You see, I have physical possession of his
+Green certificates. And we both know he wants them back."
-"He’ll make it seem so. You see, I have physical possession of his
-Green certificates. And we both know he wants them back."
A LARGE ROOM WITH NO LIGHT
-tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, calbert_whimsy, piro,
+tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, calbert_whimsy, piro, plinth_mold, tab1
-plinth_mold, tab1
-Hello, I’m Calbert Whimsy, Master Of Ethics at POLICY SCHOOL: WHISKEY
-TANGO FOXTROT. For twenty-five consecutive generations, the men of my
+_Hello, I'm Calbert Whimsy, Master Of Ethics at POLICY SCHOOL: WHISKEY
+TANGO FOXTROT. For twenty-five consecutive generations, the men of my
family have stood watch over your children and their education.
Granted, twenty of those generations were vat-grown, simultaneously,
-over the last decade. And yes, we correspond. Ah ha ha ha. I’ve
-made a little joke. It is a pleasure to see you here, you all say.
-Likewise, I’m sure.
-
-As you may have guessed, I’m not really Calbert Whimsy. Somehow,
-though, they’ve fitted me in here, floating paralyzed amongst these
-sharks. The Families. Their publicists, attorneys, clergy. And now
-I’ve got to give this speech to the Green Consortium assembled. I’ve
+over the last decade. And yes, we correspond. Ah ha ha ha. I've made a
+little joke. It is a pleasure to see you here, you all say. Likewise,
+I'm sure._
+
+
+As you may have guessed, I'm not really Calbert Whimsy. Somehow,
+though, they've fitted me in here, floating paralyzed amongst these
+sharks. The Families. Their publicists, attorneys, clergy. And now
+I've got to give this speech to the _Green Consortium assembled. I've
had better days.
-Thirty years ago I entered this profession, not knowing what to
-expect.
+
+_Thirty years ago I entered this profession, not knowing what to
+expect._
+
THE STRAND is a luxury liner, Old British flag and technically
-off-limits to agents such as myself. This class of people are not
+off-limits to agents such as myself. This class of people are not
supposed to be subjected to operational trifles such as political
-assassinations and internetwork intrigue. Let’s just say I’m off the
-clock. The Lunsford affair was a wake-up call nobody wanted to hear.
+assassinations and internetwork intrigue. Let's just say I'm off the
+clock. The Lunsford affair was a wake-up call nobody wanted to hear.
The collective, meaty fist of the Green aristocracy simply mashed
their alarm clock and rolled over on their 800 thread count sheets.
Hopefully, right into the wet spot.
Overheard from my place behind the podium:
-I’m warning you, don’t try to kiss my ass. I mean that. Don’t do it.
-I’m serious, now. Don’t. I hate it when people try to kiss my ass.
-Oh, yes, you may kiss his ass as often as you please!
+
+_I'm warning you,_ don't _try to kiss my ass. I mean that. Don't do it.
+I'm_ serious, _now. Don't. I_ hate _it when people try to kiss my ass.
+Oh, yes, you may kiss_ his _ass as often as you please!_
+
And:
-He said it was life or death. He was pounding against the police
-vehicle, just going to town. My man at the dispatch center reported
-the machine wouldn’t authorize his identoplate. So, no entry to the
-back seat. I told him, it must have been a clerical error. Nothing
-to be done, you see. I got the impression his partner was irritated,
-but he didn’t say anything as he drove me away from the rioting crowd
-of students. I never found out what became of the officer we left
-behind.
-
-Raucous laughter, all around. These people are far from funny, but
-they don’t even know it.
-
-From time to time, an exceptionally gregarious, obviously very special
-student will arrive in our class, and vex us all with their easy
-brilliance. I know what you’re thinking. Each and every one of you
-is smiling now, convinced that I’m talking about your child. Well,
-I’m not. Ha ha. Let us stipulate that I’m not referring to your
-particular little brat.
-
-You might say that this is a bit of a roast. I’m not entirely
+
+_He said it was life or death. He was pounding against the police
+vehicle, just going to town. My man at the dispatch center reported
+the machine wouldn't authorize his identoplate. So, no entry to the
+back seat. I told him, it must have been a clerical error. Nothing to
+be done, you see. I got the impression his partner was irritated, but
+he didn't say anything as he drove me away from the rioting crowd of
+students. I never found out what became of the officer we left behind._
+
+
+Raucous laughter, all around. These people are far from funny, but
+they don't even know it.
+
+
+_From time to time, an exceptionally gregarious, obviously very
+special student will arrive in our class, and vex us all with their
+easy brilliance. I know what you're thinking. Each and every one of
+you is smiling now, convinced that I'm talking about your child. Well,
+I'm not. Ha ha. Let us stipulate that I'm not referring to your
+particular little brat._
+
+
+You might say that this is a bit of a roast. I'm not entirely
comfortable, exposing myself like this on stage.
-But the weak humor is contagious. Someone in the audience gets clever
-and plays back the sound of crickets chirping. I squint at the crowd
-and realize that it’s my support man, apparently trying to blow his
-cover. I want to yank on his bolo-tie and force-feed him a handful of
-the ship’s platinum salad forks. Connecting us directly in this
-context is a mistake. But in spite of his gaffe, you simply can’t
+But the weak humor is contagious. Someone in the audience gets
+clever and plays back the sound of crickets chirping. I squint at the
+crowd and realize that it's my support man, apparently trying to blow
+his cover. I want to yank on his bolo-tie and force-feed him a handful
+of the ship's platinum salad forks. Connecting us directly in this
+context is a mistake. But in spite of his gaffe, you simply can't
launch a wetwork operation from aboard THE STRAND without a hype-man.
-Since the script is a shambles, we’ll be ad-libbing from here on in.
+Since the script is a shambles, we'll be ad-libbing from here on in.
-Mercifully, I complete my monologue without further interruption and
-I’m cleared to leave the stage. I’m not entirely sure what all I’ve
-just said, but the audience seems to more or less approve. My
-counterpart will have to sort it out later. I warned him I was no
-good in front of an audience.
-I check THE STRAND’s operating radius for other ships. This
+Mercifully, I complete my monologue without further interruption
+and I'm cleared to leave the stage. I'm not entirely sure what all
+I've just said, but the audience seems to more or less approve. My
+counterpart will have to sort it out later. I warned him I was no good
+in front of an audience.
+
+I check THE STRAND's operating radius for other ships. This
particular sector of the South Atlantic is out of bounds to commercial
-traffic. In fact, at this time of year, THE STRAND is the only ship
-permitted to ply its waters at all. But that doesn’t mean we’re alone
+traffic. In fact, at this time of year, THE STRAND is the only ship
+permitted to ply its waters at all. But that doesn't mean we're alone
out here.
-I’ve got to keep an eye out for Piro.
+I've got to keep an eye out for Piro.
+
-Before I know it I’ve been scooped back up on stage. This time the
+Before I know it I've been scooped back up on stage. This time the
lights are dimmed and I can make out the players from the various
-fandoms that were listed in the mission brief. I throw in some
-targeted references to key episodes of the relevant series. It goes
+fandoms that were listed in the mission brief. I throw in some
+targeted references to key episodes of the relevant series. It goes
over very well.
-We’ve heard from a lot of educators tonight! But no one has even
-mentioned the litigators! Let’s hear it for general counsel!
+
+_We've heard from a lot of educators tonight! But no one has even
+mentioned the litigators! Let's hear it for general counsel!_
+
This brings on a spate of vigorous cheering and I am once again
whisked offstage.
-Four thespians in black tights approach the boards, each with brightly
-colored puppets sewn onto the fronts of their shirts. The effect, in
-combination with the carefully controlled lighting, is one of
-disembodied cartoon animals who glide back and forth across the stage,
-seemingly disconnected from the floor. The performance itself is
-protected by copyright. I refer to these creatures as thespians, but
-in reality they are Consortium members, plucked at random from the
-crowd. An annual tradition with this group, the script, such as it
-exists, is familiar, and the audience members cum dancers have little
-trouble falling into the routine. Their friends and family are by
-this time well and truly soused, voicing their approval at
-considerable volume. Monitors throughout the ship pipe the
-performance into the corridors, and even into the head. Men are
-pissing themselves listening to it.
+Four thespians in black tights approach the boards, each with
+brightly colored puppets sewn onto the fronts of their shirts. The
+effect, in combination with the carefully controlled lighting, is one
+of disembodied cartoon animals who glide back and forth across the
+stage, seemingly disconnected from the floor. The performance itself
+is protected by copyright. I refer to these creatures as thespians,
+but in reality they are _Consortium_ members, plucked at random from
+the crowd. An annual tradition with this group, the script, such as
+it exists, is familiar, and the audience members _cum_ dancers have
+little trouble falling into the routine. Their friends and family are
+by this time well and truly soused, voicing their approval at
+considerable volume. Monitors throughout the ship pipe the performance
+into the corridors, and even into the head. Men are pissing
+themselves listening to it.
I catch myself drumming on the table and immediately shove my hand
back into the pocket of my tuxedo jacket.
-I’m here for a reason.
+I'm here for a reason.
Not to participate in the show.
-On schedule, I spasm wildly and vomit across the lap of my companion.
-Over her protestations (etiquette, you see) I am pulled away from the
-table and assisted to my cabin. Once alone, I remove my outer
-garments and verify that my stresspants boot up at optimum capacity.
-Impulsively, I clip the bow-tie from my stage costume onto my wetsuit,
-directly under my chin. I regard myself in the mirror and then
-squeeze myself out, through the porthole, exiting the cabin forever.
+
+On schedule, I spasm wildly and vomit across the lap of my
+companion. Over her protestations (etiquette, you see) I am pulled
+away from the table and assisted to my cabin. Once alone, I remove my
+outer garments and verify that my stresspants boot up at optimum
+capacity. Impulsively, I clip the bow-tie from my stage costume onto
+my wetsuit, directly under my chin. I regard myself in the mirror and
+then squeeze myself out, through the porthole, exiting the cabin
+forever.
The ocean is slick with rain, a flickering black mirror of
-half-reflected moonlight. My visor activates as I dip below the
-surface, attempting to compensate for the darkness. Short-range sonar
-detects no walls, floors or obstructions anywhere nearby. I’m
+half-reflected moonlight. My visor activates as I dip below the
+surface, attempting to compensate for the darkness. Short-range sonar
+detects no walls, floors or obstructions anywhere nearby. I'm
momentarily blinded in a large room with no light.
Gradually, my testicles shrink up, triggering my stresspants to
activate.
-At length, mission intel streams to life, glittering into my field of
-vision across the back of an enormous gray whale.
+At length, mission intel streams to life, glittering into my field
+of vision across the back of an enormous gray whale.
Plinth Mold.
It is time.
+
1OCT1993
tags: 1993, pennis_mold, piro, plinth_mold, tab1, violet
-"That’s no whale."
+"That's no whale."
"Sure it is, sir."
"No."
-Piro had not yet been informed about the lighthouse. He stood on the
-bridge of the carrier and surveyed the scene cautiously, not rushing
-to judgment. He took in the particulars of the situation before
-venturing forward, hoping to avoid the unhappy possibility of issuing
-conflicting orders. Something in him sensed that this was an unusual
-situation, one that called for careful handling. His instincts, he
-guessed.
+Piro had not yet been informed about the lighthouse. He stood on
+the bridge of the carrier and surveyed the scene cautiously, not
+rushing to judgment. He took in the particulars of the situation
+before venturing forward, hoping to avoid the unhappy possibility of
+issuing conflicting orders. Something in him sensed that this was an
+unusual situation, one that called for careful handling. His
+instincts, he guessed.
"That cannot be a whale."
-Absorbed in disbelief, Piro realized that his reasoning had not been
-made clear to the command team of the carrier.
+Absorbed in disbelief, Piro realized that his reasoning had not
+been made clear to the command team of the carrier.
"A whale is not green," he explained.
-"But Pennis, he’s up there, right now!"
-"But Violet, I don’t care!"
+"But _Pennis,_ he's _up_ there, _right now!"_
+
+"But _Violet,_ I don't _care!"_
-"Come on now, sir, you’ll be okay once we get you up on your feet.
-You can’t allow a little seasickness to scuttle the whole mission."
+"Come on now, sir, you'll be okay once we get you up on your feet.
+You can't allow a little seasickness to scuttle the whole mission."
-"Negative. I’ve ruined some of the leaves."
+"Negative. I've ruined some of the leaves."
-Pennis Mold tried to wipe off his stack of leaves. The vomit had made
-them sticky, clingy. His shirt was also damp. It would take a while
-to extricate the devices, one from the other. Luckily, at least, all
-of them seemed to be functional.
+Pennis Mold tried to wipe off his stack of leaves. The vomit had
+made them sticky, clingy. His shirt was also damp. It would take a
+while to extricate the devices, one from the other. Luckily, at least,
+all of them seemed to be functional.
-"New paradigm. Synergy. I’m staying in bed."
+"New paradigm. Synergy. I'm staying in bed."
"Pennis, sir, stand up."
Violet decided to take matters into her own hands.
-Okay, I’m floating and I’m not-floating at the same time.
-Alternating, I should say. Accosted by a whale with arms. Arms that
+
+Okay, I'm floating and I'm not-floating at the same time.
+Alternating, I should say. Accosted by a whale with arms. Arms that
are, presently, dipping me in and out of the water at an alarming
-rate. I’m thinking now that maybe this is not really a whale after
+rate. I'm thinking now that maybe this is not really a whale after
all.
-Before I know it, the scene changes up and I’m being strangled by a
+Before I know it, the scene changes up and I'm being strangled by a
large set of gray fingers.
-I recall that, per my mission rider, I’m equipped with a variety of
-specialized tools. I react smoothly, activating reflex algorithms
-that in turn select an appropriate utensil for sawing my way out of
-the tentacle headlock. As the automated system goes to work, the
-not-whale’s gripping apparatus gradually begins to loosen its hold.
+I recall that, per my mission rider, I'm equipped with a variety of
+specialized tools. I react smoothly, activating reflex algorithms that
+in turn select an appropriate utensil for sawing my way out of the
+tentacle headlock. As the automated system goes to work, the
+not-whale's gripping apparatus gradually begins to loosen its hold.
Perhaps having thought better of snacking on highly trained covert
agents, the not-whale withdraws its remaining tentacles, and I make
the most of a bad situation by allowing the current to drag me the
-rest of the way out of its reach. As I’m floating off, I login to my
+rest of the way out of its reach. As I'm floating off, I login to my
side-arm and lob a few rounds into its bulging, unblinking eye,
wondering where a foul creature such as this houses its genitals.
Wondering, also, if its genitals are larger, or smaller than, its
brain.
-After inadvertently swallowing a bit of sea water, I discard my ruined
-sawing tool and wade towards Plinth’s ship, syncing my chronometer
-with it’s time server. Scrolling, I see that the lead crew has just
-finished their lunch. The percept team will be light on men for
-another thirty minutes or so, depending on their local union
+After inadvertently swallowing a bit of sea water, I discard my
+ruined sawing tool and wade towards Plinth's ship, syncing my
+chronometer with it's time server. Scrolling, I see that the lead crew
+has just finished their lunch. The percept team will be light on men
+for another thirty minutes or so, depending on their local union
agreement.
-Hoisting myself up, onto Plinth’s ship, I traverse the railing and
+Hoisting myself up, onto Plinth's ship, I traverse the railing and
immediately drop to the deck, slapping my face against its cold, slick
-surface. Sixty seconds later I’m still catching my breath.
+surface. Sixty seconds later I'm still catching my breath.
-I’m taken slightly off guard, startled, when Piro sets to screaming in
-my ear about the impending comms disruption.
+I'm taken slightly off guard, startled, when Piro sets to screaming
+in my ear about the impending comms disruption.
Did I just black out?
-"Piro to P. Mold, it looks like we’re going to have to abort."
-"Nonsense, I’m pro-life."
+"Piro to P. Mold, it looks like we're going to have to abort."
-The men in the green microfiber suits held their expressions, ignoring
-Plinth’s attempt at easy humor.
+"Nonsense, I'm pro-life."
+
+The men in the green microfiber suits held their expressions,
+ignoring Plinth's attempt at easy humor.
"I can only guarantee channel integrity for another twenty seconds,
-sir. Less, if the enormous green squid off our portside bow chews the
+sir. Less, if the enormous green squid off our portside bow chews the
carrier in half."
-Plinth turned to his attorneys. Then he thought better of it and
+Plinth turned to his attorneys. Then he thought better of it and
returned to the men in the microfiber suits, who remained inscrutable
-as before. A number of alternatives spun through his mind until he
+as before. A number of alternatives spun through his mind until he
abruptly halted the evaluation loop, manually copied a single string
-of data into his speech buffer. Discarding the false starts, he
-parted his lips and began to speak in his customarily assured and
-controlling tone, but was interrupted by the unfolding of events.
+of data into his speech buffer. Discarding the false starts, he parted
+his lips and began to speak in his customarily assured and controlling
+tone, but was interrupted by the unfolding of events.
+
The crashing of a particularly large wave causes me to lose a few
-words, but I’m able to follow the gist of the conversation. Piro had
-said that the not-whale was, in fact, green. Puzzling, as it
-certainly doesn’t look green to me.
-
-Jarred by the incongruous data, I’m overcome by a sudden awareness
-that I can’t remember ever having seen colors outside the overlays in
-my visor. Amazingly, I think that I may actually beâ•”when not
-running in enhanced mode, anywayâ•”color blind. How in the name of
-the Green could I never have noticed this? How could this possibly
+words, but I'm able to follow the gist of the conversation. Piro had
+said that the not-whale was, in fact, _green._ Puzzling, as it
+certainly doesn't look green to me.
+
+Jarred by the incongruous data, I'm overcome by a sudden awareness
+that I can't remember _ever_ having seen colors outside the overlays in
+my visor. Amazingly, I think that I may actually be -- when not
+running in enhanced mode, anyway -- color blind. How in the name of
+the Green could I never have noticed this? How could this possibly
have been overlooked during the course of my career?
It boggles, but these are definitely questions best considered
-post-mission. After a few quick adjustments, I can now see the squid
+post-mission. After a few quick adjustments, I can now see the squid
in what I will assume is a true-color representation.
-It’s spamming big. And it’s definitely green.
+It's spamming _big._ And it's _definitely_ green.
-Color blind. It figures that this is the sort of thing I would have
+Color blind. It figures that this is the sort of thing I would have
to discover in the field.
+
A brief interlude of silence, stillness, in contrast to the clatter
-that buttressed it on either side. Piro looked around and the quiet
+that buttressed it on either side. Piro looked around and the quiet
seemed to be coming from the deck, of all places.
-Directional silence, he thought.
+_Directional silence,_ he thought.
-Presently, the ambient audio resumed. A neon, flickering tentacle
-appeared above Plinth’s ship. Continuing its downward arc, the
-tentacle proceeded to slice Lt. Commander Wetbeard’s lookout tower
-cleanly in half. Comms silence followed, as Piro, instantly
-refocusing his display, attempted to mitigate the situation by routing
-through a backup transceiver.
+Presently, the ambient audio resumed. A neon, flickering tentacle
+appeared above Plinth's ship. Continuing its downward arc, the
+tentacle proceeded to slice Lt. Commander Wetbeard's lookout tower
+cleanly in half. Comms silence followed, as Piro, instantly refocusing
+his display, attempted to mitigate the situation by routing through a
+backup transceiver.
He blinked rapidly as his vision went to bluescreen for a period of
seconds.
+...
+
Cognizance returned, Piro began to notice a stream of water on the
windshield that did not abate after each passing sheet of sea mist had
-dispersed. The deck of the carrier was sloshing now with... Of
-course. He vectored his line of sight vertically from the horizon and
+dispersed. The deck of the carrier was sloshing now with... Of course.
+He vectored his line of sight vertically from the horizon and
instantly achieved visual confirmation of his suspicions.
So now there was rain to contend with, in addition to the other
-problems. Piro drew his weapon and booted it up as he exited the
-bridge of the carrier. He realized, then, that with comms down, he
-would be unable to login. It seemed that today, everything would have
+problems. Piro drew his weapon and booted it up as he exited the
+bridge of the carrier. He realized, then, that with comms down, he
+would be unable to login. It seemed that today, _everything_ would have
to be switched to manual.
-Fortunately, Piro habitually equipped himself with serrated, as well
-as network, weaponry. He rotated out the crippled network device and
-attached a classical bladed instrument to his right arm.
+Fortunately, Piro habitually equipped himself with serrated, as
+well as network, weaponry. He rotated out the crippled network device
+and attached a classical bladed instrument to his right arm.
+
-Awake. Floating again, this time on deck. The variable terrain will
-complicate movement towards the forward cabin and bridge. It looks
-like the ship’s taken some damage from the not-whale. Curiously, the
-percept team hasn’t regrouped to try and correct the course drift. I
+Awake. Floating again, this time on deck. The variable terrain will
+complicate movement towards the forward cabin and bridge. It looks
+like the ship's taken some damage from the not-whale. Curiously, the
+percept team hasn't regrouped to try and correct the course drift. I
wipe the blood out of my eyes and start moving again, forward as
always, towards the target.
-As I make my way past the final civilian stateroom, partial comms are
-restored.
+As I make my way past the final civilian stateroom, partial comms
+are restored.
-Spam it, Plinth is no longer aboard. He’s already transferred to
+Spam it, Plinth is no longer aboard. He's already transferred to
another ship.
-Intuitively, my gaze shifts to the Cold War era aircraft carrier that
-has lately appeared off the starboard bow.
-
-Piro located the appropriate elevator and returned to the deck of the
-carrier. Splashing through the rain, he approached one of the main
-guns from behind and relieved its pilot. Once strapped into the
-weapon he bore down on the enormous green squid, focusing his
-ammunition at the beast’s underside. The dead pilot’s body floated
-away behind him, his protestations about licensing rendered
-meaningless by the absence of conscious volition.
-
-As if in response to the barrage of weapons fire, the squid embarked
-upon a series of awkward physical maneuvers. First, its soft
-underbelly appeared to open up, forming an uncertain grin. From out
-of this novel orifice, a flood of pink squares that turned into pink
+Intuitively, my gaze shifts to the Cold War era aircraft carrier
+that has lately appeared off the starboard bow.
+
+
+Piro located the appropriate elevator and returned to the deck of
+the carrier. Splashing through the rain, he approached one of the main
+guns from behind and relieved its pilot. Once strapped into the weapon
+he bore down on the enormous green squid, focusing his ammunition at
+the beast's underside. The dead pilot's body floated away behind him,
+his protestations about licensing rendered meaningless by the absence
+of conscious volition.
+
+As if in response to the barrage of weapons fire, the squid
+embarked upon a series of awkward physical maneuvers. First, its soft
+underbelly appeared to open up, forming an uncertain grin. From out of
+this novel orifice, a flood of pink squares that turned into pink
cubes that turned into pink bubbles were loosed upon the deck of the
-USS DOM DELUISE. Several forward members of the percept team slipped
+USS DOM DELUISE. Several forward members of the percept team slipped
and lost their balance, went tumbling to the boards, rolling one over
-the other in a visual cacophony of limbs and bodies. Even so, each
-man tried to keep his wits about him.
+the other in a visual cacophony of limbs and bodies. Even so, each man
+tried to keep his wits about him.
-"It’s all pink on the inside," went up the call from the forward-most
-man.
+"It's all pink on the inside," went up the call from the
+forward-most man.
"All pink on the inside!" echoed down the line.
Piro kept on firing, willing himself not to look away even as he
shifted his aim and emptied the remainder of his ammunition into the
-squid’s exposed eyeball. Aside from releasing an excessive amount of
+squid's exposed eyeball. Aside from releasing an excessive amount of
smoke into the atmosphere and a troubling amount of black ink into the
water, Piro judged that the ammunition had seemed to achieve little
-destructive effect. As he unleashed a brief salvo of explicit
-invective, the squid’s enormous eyeball blinked, as if to mock his
-merely human judgment.
+destructive effect. As he unleashed a brief salvo of explicit
+invective, the squid's enormous eyeball blinked, as if to mock his
+_merely human_ judgment.
"But, a squid cannot blink."
-Piro understood then that his words were not going to win the fight.
-Even from his heavily vested point of view, he had to acknowledge that
-the battle was not going well. Some alternate strategy must be
-devised, put into play.
+Piro understood then that his words were not going to win the
+fight. Even from his heavily vested point of view, he had to
+acknowledge that the battle was not going well. Some alternate
+strategy must be devised, put into play.
+
+_So,_ he thought, _What next?_
-So, he thought, What next?
Alone in the head, it was almost quiet.
-Pennis eased his stick back into his trousers. He watched with some
+Pennis eased his stick back into his trousers. He watched with some
interest as a milky white bead of his semen broke apart and ran down
-the door of his stall. He coughed, weakly. He’d given himself quite
-a workout this time; his heartbeat was still audible in his ears. Why
-did vomiting always make him so horny? Lost in thought, his eyes
+the door of his stall. He coughed, weakly. He'd given himself quite a
+workout this time; his heartbeat was still audible in his ears. Why
+did vomiting always make him so horny? Lost in thought, his eyes
remained glazed over as he pulled up his slacks.
Exiting the stall, a glimmer of light registered in his peripheral
-vision, immediately snapping him out of his reverie. He noticed that
+vision, immediately snapping him out of his reverie. He noticed that
across the counter, one of the Green certificates was blinking.
Fumbling to wash his hands, he shook the moisture off and rushed over
-to see what was the matter. A small amount of water transferred from
+to see what was the matter. A small amount of water transferred from
his fingertips onto the first device, causing a non-permanent
deformation of the imagery that floated along its external boundary.
-After subjecting the leaf to a thorough examination, Pennis moved on
-to the next unit from the top of the stack. Then, increasingly
-disoriented, to the next. Finally, he doubled back to check his work.
-The record presented by the leaves could not possibly be accurate.
-The narrative was inconsistent with the facts as Pennis knew them, had
+After subjecting the leaf to a thorough examination, Pennis moved
+on to the next unit from the top of the stack. Then, increasingly
+disoriented, to the next. Finally, he doubled back to check his work.
+The record presented by the leaves could not possibly be accurate. The
+narrative was inconsistent with the facts as Pennis knew them, had
experienced them over the years and decades since he had become aware
of himself as a Mold.
It was, quite simply, astonishing.
-Pennis shook his head, and then he shook it again. According to the
+Pennis shook his head, and then he shook it again. According to the
evidence laid out before him, his brother, Plinth Mold, was the sole
-patent holder and undisputed trademark administrator of several of the
-key technologies that had been licensed to develop the sub-framework
-of the Green. Possession of these certificates would radically alter
-the tone and substance of any future negotiations between Plinth and
-the Green Consortium. Let’s be honest, he thought, Between Plinth and
-anyone, anywhere. It was a remarkable collection of documents.
-
-Pennis attempted, at this point, to deduce what his brother was really
-up to. He knew from long experience that seeking to puzzle out
-Plinth’s actual motives would be an exercise in futility. An obvious
-dead end. Instead, he would focus upon the likelihood of various
-outcomes, and attempt to discern Plinth’s intended destination.
+patent holder and undisputed trademark administrator of _several_ of
+the key technologies that had been licensed to develop the
+sub-framework of the Green. Possession of these certificates would
+radically alter the tone and substance of any future negotiations
+between Plinth and the _Green Consortium._ Let's be honest, he thought,
+Between Plinth and _anyone, anywhere._ It was a remarkable collection
+of documents.
+
+Pennis attempted, at this point, to deduce what his brother was
+really up to. He knew from long experience that seeking to puzzle out
+Plinth's actual motives would be an exercise in futility. An obvious
+dead end. Instead, he would focus upon the likelihood of various
+outcomes, and attempt to discern Plinth's intended destination.
Perhaps predictably, no matter which tangent his speculations
followed, no matter what obscure avenue his suspicions swept down, as
he approached a final, unified model, his concentration would crumble
and he would be left with no theory, no explanation, no articulate
conclusion; only the visceral, irrational certainty that:
-I want no part in any of Plinth’s dubious intellectual property
-schemes.
+_I want no part in any of Plinth's dubious intellectual property
+schemes._
-He felt that, even in the absence of a convincing rhetorical argument,
-his objection would prove appropriate. Call it a gut instinct, he
-thought.
+He felt that, even in the absence of a convincing rhetorical
+argument, his objection would prove appropriate. Call it a gut
+instinct, he thought.
-In the end Pennis sensed that, by resisting, he was merely prolonging
-the inevitable. For his trouble, Plinth would probably simply shrug
-and set him up in a new job. Pat him on the head and tell him not to
-take things so seriously. Thanks to their father, the family still
-owned the government, no matter what trouble the Mold brothers found
-themselves in.
+In the end Pennis sensed that, by resisting, he was merely
+prolonging the inevitable. For his trouble, Plinth would probably
+simply shrug and set him up in a new job. Pat him on the head and tell
+him not to take things so seriously. Thanks to their father, the
+family still owned the government, no matter what trouble the Mold
+brothers found themselves in.
-Pennis resigned himself to chairing yet another board of directors, to
-driving yet another thriving, multinational corporation into the
+Pennis resigned himself to chairing yet another board of directors,
+to driving yet another thriving, multinational corporation into the
ground.
He supposed things could be worse.
-In the midst of all the action, a new thought occurred to Plinth Mold:
+
+In the midst of all the action, a new thought occurred to Plinth
+Mold:
Why not simply cut his losses and end it all now?
-No sooner had the question formed in his mind than Plinth understood
-the notion to have contained its own affirmation. He was beside
-himself, amused. Had events honestly progressed to the point where
-such a thought could present itself as a question? He realized the
-concern was immaterial.
-
-Plinth fingered his chronometer and marked the date. 1Oct1993. Later
-than he had planned, actually. Something had kept the cycle going
-this time, well beyond the projections he had laid down in his youth.
-Curious... He was surprised to discover that he was no longer
-entirely in control of his emotions. Imagery from previous eras
-flooded his awareness, overwhelming his ability to track. As the
+No sooner had the question formed in his mind than Plinth
+understood the notion to have contained its own affirmation. He was
+beside himself, amused. Had events honestly progressed to the point
+where such a thought could present itself as a question? He realized
+the concern was immaterial.
+
+Plinth fingered his chronometer and marked the date. 1Oct1993.
+Later than he had planned, actually. Something had kept the cycle
+going this time, well beyond the projections he had laid down in his
+youth. Curious... He was surprised to discover that he was no longer
+entirely in control of his emotions. Imagery from previous eras
+flooded his awareness, overwhelming his ability to track. As the
sensation intensified, he steadied himself against the conference
table.
This fleeting nausea was troubling.
-He reflected that Piro, Thomas, the attorneys, the chefâ•”all of his
-crewâ•”would be lost in the transition to follow. In point of fact,
-all of humanity would be dropped from memory. No record would
-survive. None would need to.
+He reflected that Piro, Thomas, the attorneys, the chef -- all of
+his crew -- would be lost in the transition to follow. In point of
+fact, all of humanity would be dropped from memory. No record would
+survive. None would need to.
Except, he thought, for one.
-"I’m pro-life," he said, apropos nothing.
+"I'm pro-life," he said, apropos nothing.
-Plinth’s attorneys glanced up at him, arching their eyebrows
-professionally. The men in the green microfiber suits had, for the
+Plinth's attorneys glanced up at him, arching their eyebrows
+professionally. The men in the green microfiber suits had, for the
first time since their introduction, altered their facial expressions.
They were laughing amongst themselves at an obscure joke involving the
-manual to Photoshop 3.51. This second group of men betrayed no sign
-of having heard what he’d said.
+manual to Photoshop 3.51. This second group of men betrayed no sign of
+having heard what he'd said.
Plinth Mold gazed at the humans with affection.
Without further delay, he spoke into his shirtsleeve and killed all
processes of the Eternal September.
-Bits of Plinth’s boat were splayed across the surface of the water.
-For some reason, not sinking. Plinth reacted casually to this. He
+
+Bits of Plinth's boat were splayed across the surface of the water.
+For some reason, not sinking. Plinth reacted casually to this. He
paddled over to a piece of debris and attached himself such that he
could remain afloat without having to expend further effort.
Fingering his chronometer, Plinth discovered that comms were still
-down. Even long-range channels were unresponsive. He switched to
-satellite and got nothing. Inside, his servos were running blind
+down. Even long-range channels were unresponsive. He switched to
+satellite and got nothing. Inside, his servos were running blind
without network updates.
-So, he’d really done it.
+So, he'd really done it.
Plinth continued to float there, alone.
-The sun was up. Redaction Day, again. The real whales had arrived by
-now and were beginning to circle the remains of the broken-up ships.
-Plinth ignored them and made a few final checks before accepting the
-obvious. Humanity, minus one, was gone. His Hard Boot had taken
-effect.
+The sun was up. Redaction Day, again. The real whales had arrived
+by now and were beginning to circle the remains of the broken-up
+ships. Plinth ignored them and made a few final checks before
+accepting the obvious. Humanity, minus one, was gone. His Hard Boot
+had taken effect.
-Plinth jettisoned the dead equipment from his makeshift raft and began
-to scan the area for signs of life. Eventually, he went into damage
-control mode, straightening the front of his shirt and slicking down
-his hair. He lit a cigarette and adjusted his eye patch. A whale
+Plinth jettisoned the dead equipment from his makeshift raft and
+began to scan the area for signs of life. Eventually, he went into
+damage control mode, straightening the front of his shirt and slicking
+down his hair. He lit a cigarette and adjusted his eye patch. A whale
crested nearby, displacing, and finally submerging, one of the
-scattered islands of refuse. Plinth was starting to get hungry. He
-discovered that somewhere along the line, he’d developed a painful
+scattered islands of refuse. Plinth was starting to get hungry. He
+discovered that somewhere along the line, he'd developed a painful
erection.
Violet, the mother of civilization, should be floating along soon.
-END BOOK THREE
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+END BOOK THREE
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+_the saga continues_
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+textadventure.stanleylieber.com
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+_about the author_
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+Stanley Lieber should probably be doing something else.
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