"The notetaker"

The Notetaker

“I seem to be on a slipping spree, doc”

5/21/2010

D. Chasse Gunter


 
New Species Discovered In a golf-ball sized meteor fragment discovered in KINSHASA, Democratic Republic of Congo (AP).
BY MICHELLE KERRES, Associated Press

The skies lit up over Kinshasa on April 10, 2010 as nearly a dozen small meteors streaked across the sky around 10:30 pm. A small meteor fragment was discovered outside the city limits by a Joel Lipberg, an American college student attending The American University of Kinshasa. Lipberg wrapped the fragment in a grocery bag and brought it to the university to be studied.
“I was just so excited to actually find it [meteor]. I know the odds of discovering one are rare. I’m hoping the Smithsonian pays me a bunch of money,” an excited Lipberg told the Associated Press.
The meteor fragment was sent to the University of Colorado for further analysis.
Scientists were amazed when they found the asteroid teaming with life.
“I initially assumed the organisms entered the fragment after it landed, especially since the fragment wasn’t properly contained. Two facts make this very unlikely though. The organism was discovered in an air pocket inside the fragment, which makes it seem difficult for it to have entered after impact. Also, analysis of the organism has found that it does not match any organism known to live on Earth. Alien or not, we have discovered a brand new species!” says Mark Frost, an astronomer who specializes in asteroids.
Studies on the organism are still in the preliminary stages.
The outer membrane of the organism seems to have the ability to mimic the behavior of other cells. Several tests were performed to determine the organism’s capabilities.
When a sample was placed in a Petri dish with several different types of bacteria, it actually mimicked the appearance and behavior of the cell it was copying. The same happened when the sample was put in a Petri dish with human sperm.
“It’s absolutely remarkable! I have never seen something that could mimic our reproductive cells like this. While it is remarkable, it’s a bit frightening at the same time. These new species is the most advance life discovered with alien origin. I am really excited to what this thing has in store for us,” Dr. John Simpson said.
Day 1 of infection.
(Notes from the Diary of Eugene Harker)
I had the strangest dreams last night. In the dream, I was a small worm like creature. I knew this was a little strange, but in the dream it was reality. I was outside my own home and it was night time. Everything had an eerie green glow, like I had night vision. First I inched my way under my front door. I had little suction feet, one in the front and one in the back, like an inch worm. The carpet was hard to pull myself across since traction was poor on fabric. I made it to my stairs which towered over me now. The summit was out of sight. All my largest accomplishments in life seemed dreamlike and this one simple task was all there was. It seemed to take forever but I was so determined. I worked my way over the first ledge of the first stair, and told myself it was the last. I pictured the expression: “the journey of one thousand miles begins with a single step.” Meaningless to me until just now. I crawled and crawled until I finally made it over the last stair. I felt relieved that the top floor of my house had wooden floors, as the few feet of carpet on the first floor had been excruciating to squirm along. I crawled and crawled. I felt more determined than I ever have in a dream. I reached my room and inched my way under the door. I shimmied up my bed sheet. I threw my feelers in front of me and pulled my behind to catch up. I scaled a blanket mountain to discover myself tucked under the far side of it. I was staring at myself, tucked in bed, sleeping next to my wife. The patterns on my blanket seemed unfamiliar to me in the dream, but now that I write this, I know it was actually the same. I inched toward my sleeping body. I crawled across my face, not even causing me to flinch. I made my way towards my ear and started squirming into it. I felt my body shudder when this happened. It was the feeling of goose bumps crossed with the flinch your body does sometimes when you are starting to fall asleep. I began to wriggle into my ear until I met the dead end, my eardrum. My suctions dabbed the thin membrane of my eardrum, pulled back, and again. Suddenly, a razor sharp beak protruded from a flap of flesh on the front of my head and punctured it. The back of me shoots out a small puff of air that propels me effortlessly through the hole and closer to my brain. It is at this point I remember waking up, but still drowsy, I drifted back into deep sleep.
The rest of the dreams that night were a general feeling of fleeing. I didn’t really know what I was running from, just that I had to flee. Every time I would stop to rest, something would pursue me again. I ran though alley ways and forests. At times, I couldn’t even recognize where I was.
Intentions/biology.
(From the mental notes of The Notetaker)
We don’t come in peace or war. Where I come from, the idea is absent from conversation. We come to survive. Our species comes with several major evolutionary disadvantages. The major one being our inability to reproduce without a host. We all form eggs in our bodies, generally a hundred every 300 human days. Each egg holds the potential of one life. It only lacks the nutrients to grow and the home to be born. Our tiny body cannot physically hold the nutrients needed to sustain the growth of offspring inside us and our body’s are not equipped to give said birth.
Our life cycle:
We begin at our birth within a host. Our thoughtless cell (egg) may work only on instinct at this point. We replicate the host’s reproductive functions and use this passage way to pass our offspring to others (refer to picture glossary picture #1). Simply put, we are sexually transmitted. Some of us may never pass to another host. In this case, we simply live in them, maintaining survival.
As and if our egg passes to another host, this triggers us to grow into adults. When we become adults we take over the host’s cognitive functions. It is at this time when we may actively engage in repopulating our species. (refer to picture glossary picture #4)
Day 3 of infection
(Notes from the Diary of Eugene Harker)
“The Fall.”
I have had dreams of falling before, but not like this one. I started up in the sky, plummeting to Earth at a very high speed. All around me there were flames. I tried to peer around but my view was completely obstructed. I could only look forward at the fast approaching ground. A long beautiful tail of bright white and reds trailed behind me. I passed through clouds. I was a pin piercing a cue-tip in the sky. I saw the green and brown puckered nose of the Puget Sound. From up hear I wouldn’t guess it was staked out with roads connecting cities connecting states connecting countries connected people. The nose grew as I fell closer. Closer to home. Closer to splat. I grew close enough to see the nose’s acne. It was swarming with square little blotches of grey cities and green, yellow, and brown squares of farmland. Eventually, I was falling toward my square. A little square filled with rows of perfect little houses. Each tinier square was its own little world, but from up hear they blurred together.
(From the mental Notes of the Notetaker)
The crumbling bits of my vessel leave a beautiful glowing tail behind as I fall. If you are to wish upon me, wish that my species doesn’t decide to repeat the past. (Refer to picture glossary, #)
My species hasn’t mastered space travel yet, but we have mapped the trajectories of most major cosmic bodies. Instead of building something to take us around the universe, we simply jump aboard something going our direction. Cosmic public transportation. Much like your public transportation it’s cheap, semi-reliable and slow. I was waiting on your galaxy’s oort cloud for a ride to Earth for some time (refer to picture glossary picture #2).
Day 6 of Infection:
(Notes from the Diary of Eugene Harker)
I have been out of sorts all day at work today.
Lisa told me she had to have her cat put down and I told her to find comfort in the fact that it’s body will fertilize the ground in which we all came. Where the fuck did that come from?
I think she hates me now, although I don’t care much.
I also finished work two hours early. Teddy told me to do what I wanted and get paid for it.
“Just remember to clock out at five,” he said.
I told him I couldn’t do nothing for something and left early.
Day 10 of infection.
(Notes from the Diary of Eugene Hacker)
I feel I am less me than…what else is there.
I think you know.
I feel like I’m in a constant battle with myself and I am losing.
Define losing.
The act of overcoming or the act of being overcome?
Day 11 of infection.
Today at work, I felt I was there just to observe. Not participate. I took detailed notes during lunch. The following are notes I wrote about some of my coworkers.
Linda, Kara and Morgan take advantage of Greg on a daily basis. Greg’s skin pigment resembles a bruised pear. He is also shaped like a pear (refer to picture glossary picture #5) Greg wobbles around on six hundred dollar Italian shoes, of which no one is impressed. He squints a lot. I have seen him wear glasses before, but I think he forgets them all the time. Like today. He just brought Kara lunch to her desk. It’s a turkey sandwich with lettuce sticking out the sides. I don’t know what else is on it because I cannot see through bread. Knowing Kara, it is probably mustard.
“ I—I had no money on my debit card so I had to over draft. Just get me back for the sandwich, I have the fees covered. It’s ok,” Greg shows his teeth. It only works as a cop-out smile if your mouth is shaped right. (refer to picture #6)
“Oh my God Greg thanks! I love you, you’re such a doll.” She throws out her perfected fake smile. Brilliant.
Greg still stands in the entry to her cubicle, pigeon toes facing inward. He wants to have sex with Kara. Kara wants to eat her free turkey sandwich. Greg never gets a hint. I think he was abused as a child. Or molested. Or sat on. I would put money on two of the three. He finally goes back to his desk to play Mindsweeper on his computer. The game is easy. Playing more than five times is just loner exercise.
Kara’s body shape doesn’t resemble any type of fruit I am familiar with. Her body parts stand alone though. Her butt resembles two squished together cherries, not over-squished—the perfect amount. Her breasts are two ripe honey dew, with mini-pizza pepperoni areolas whose outline is barely visible through her white cotton tang top. Her skin is a hue lighter than caramel (refer to picture #7). It will be two darker when summer sets in. Her ripe strawberry red hair is level with my forehead when she stands in front of me. If she is what she eats, she’s eating healthier than Greg is.
She is in her mid-twenties and single, like Greg but for very different reasons.
“Hey, Eugene,” she yells to me, sandwich in hand, “what do you keep writing over there?”
“Nothing…you know—just this sci-fi romance screenplay I’ve been working on. It takes place in some boring office building in Seattle.” I make up on the spot, with a smile.
“Oh really?” she takes a bite out of her sandwich, “who’s in it? Anyone I might know?”
“Probably not…there’s this girl who eats turkey sandwiches all the time who’s always googley eyeing this other guy in the office and he totally sees but she thinks he doesn’t know it. This guy is the main character and his super-powers are amazing BSing skills and superhuman peripheral vision.”
She smiles. Her smile shows a dimple on just her right cheek. This is her real smile.
We have sex in the handicap bathroom because it’s the cleanest and the only one that locks. Her voice was deeper for the two minutes following organism. Weird.
She has a brown landing strip (refer to picture #9). I didn’t know she wasn’t naturally a red head.
Day 25 of infection. Therapy Session.
(From the Notes of Eugene Harker.)
To investigate my odd thought patterns I scheduled a visit with my therapist. He lives on the corner of Reason and Aberration Ave. I had overlooked this coincidence until I just wrote it.
I sit back in the couch. It is dyed red leather. The walls are painted light purple.
The following are exerts from our conversation I felt were necessary to write in my journal.
“I have been having strange urges lately. The urges have been getting more intense by the day. It’s starting to really freak me out.”
“Yes, you sounded quite worried over the phone. You talk about “urges,” let’s delve into this a little more. What sort of urges have you been feeling lately?”
“I’ve been having very odd compulsions. They’re all very out of the blue. I’ve—I’ve been hoarding information. I have no idea why. I haven’t even heard of that being a condition. It seems like I just woke up one day with an urge to learn things and take notes about everything. I’ve checked out the maximum amount of books allowed from the library. At my lunch breaks at work I haven’t been going out with coworkers. I can’t make myself do it. I’ve been just reading stuff online. Earlier today was even crazier. I just sat in my cubicle and took notes. I wrote every conversation in the vicinity verbatim.”
“Is that why you’re taking notes right now?”
“Yes. I think it is. Why do you think I am doing this? I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I’ve been just taking tons of notes. Some on the way people act or look. Sometimes I just write conversations or mannerisms. And I used to read a book a year, and that was if I was really ambitious. Now I’m reading a book every day almost. I’m not much of a writer either, or I wasn’t.”
“Yes that is rather odd. You mentioned there were other compulsions, do you mind sharing a few?”
“Sex.”
“Sex?”
“Yes. Sex. Jeeze. I feel embarrassed just telling you. Please, please don’t tell Lucy anything I am about to tell you.”
“Everything you tell me is confidential, you know that”
Yeah, right.
“It’s not that I’m not still attracted to my wife. I still love her. I just haven’t been able to resist having sex with every woman I can. I feel so horrible. I just literally cannot do anything to stop myself. What’s wrong with me?”
“There isn’t anything wrong with you Eugene. Many men cheat. When you have been in a marriage as long as you have, it’s easy to slip up sometimes.”
“Well, I seem to be on a slipping spree doc. I just don’t see the value in monogamy anymore.”
“Why do you say that? Do you still love your wife?”
Love?
“Of course I do. I said I do. But what happened to live for the moment? Why does this great meaning have to be tied to an act that is strictly evolutionary. What happened to orgies? What happened to key parties and wife swapping? You only live once.”
“Don’t you think there’s a chance that a bunch of meaningless sex would just leave you empty inside?”
“No.”
If anything, full to the brim.
“I respectfully disagree. I think your wife would be very sad to hear all this. You should really consider her feelings before you act. I’m not being critical of you; I’m just posing an idea.”
“How many orgies have you been to? Come on, be honest.”
“I’m not going to answer that.”
“That means none…or one bad one…that’s ok. I mean, you are qualified to counsel me, but you may be a bit under qualified to give me orgy-related advice.”
“When was the last time you slept with another woman?” he asked, with a growing scowl on his face. (refer to picture #10)
I glanced away from my notes. I glanced down at the floor, away from his judging eyes.
“Um. Ahh, like forty minutes ago.”
The doctor paused, expression of disgust still frozen on his face. He peered down at his watch. “Forty minutes ago?”
I nodded.
“You were waiting for me to finish my session forty five minutes ago. You told me when you were going to be here and I heard you come in.”
His expression shifted to raised flamingo leg eyebrows and curled downward lips.
“I slept with the receptionist. I’m sorry. We had sex in her office while I was waiting for you. I’m so sorry. I could tell she was about to ovulate and my instincts took over.”
The doctor’s nose bunched up and his eyes got wide.
“What?” the doctor yelled, “You—wait, whhhat? Are you are tryin’ to get these women pregnant? You—you aren’t—are you—you’re not wearing condoms?”
“I thought it was crazy at first too. But then this thought entered my head. Intercourse is to produce offspring, that’s it. We keep putting bags over our penises to prevent life and that’s not much different than putting a plastic bag over a new born seal’s head until it suffocates.”
I decided to leave the secession early.
Day 30 of infection.
(From the notes of the Notetaker, formally known as Eugene Harker)
It’s been a month since I landed here on this planet and just a week since I’ve gained full control of my host. I’m having trouble retrieving my entire host’s memories; he must be fighting my presence. See, our species doesn’t take over in a matter of minutes or hours time, but a whole month apparently. We creep on like a lingering flu but we affect the mind. Thought patterns will change as if invaded by an outside force, and are. Words and ideas will appear as if planted, as they kind of are. We infest and multiply inside the host and ride the body until its natural end, which is often extended as we avoid harming the host in any way, save, loss of humanity, which we consider a mutual side-effect. (Like gravity and wrinkles)
I am writing in a place that doesn’t seem like a bar at all, but that’s what they call it. It just seems like a human watering-hole, where a liquid is consumed that helps adults revert back to child-like forms.
I have studied for one hundred earth years to get to where I am now. I am not like the tacky aliens on sci-fi movies who just know how to be human the second they plummet to earth. That doesn’t make sense. I am learning all the time. Studying and observing. Taking notes and reading books. Watching as many movies as I can and listening to music. Much knowledge I have absorbed directly contradicts other hard facts. It really confuses me. Humans seem to have very flexible hard facts. Science seems to be just a select group of human interpretations of everything. Knowledge seems to work in reverse here, since the more that is learned in science, the more that is wrong.
Communication is the most difficult for me to learn, as my species has no vocal cords. Our evolution favored brain development and reproduction that is it. We convey messages through subtle movements and the secretion of mild scents. Of course, we very rarely have to communicate with each other anyways. Each newly hatched child is born with all the knowledge processed by its parents, and their parents, and so on. That is why we learn so fast. Information becomes instinct.
We are fast learners but it’s hard to translate subtle squirms and wriggles into guttural sounds of a wide range and types. It is still hard for me to not replace words I can’t think of on the spot with movement which never fails to draw discerning glances. I have basic sentences figured out. I can say enough to get food, find a bathroom, get back home and get laid occasionally. All the necessary phrases for a human visiting a foreign country. There are all these words for things that don’t exist that I am still trying to wrap my head around. Like snow and love and time. These words represent nothing, yet apparently so much. Humans throw the word love around like snowballs, even though love cannot even be touched, and snow just melts in your hand.
Notes on Earth take-over strategy: The alien take-over strategy in most Hollywood movies is flawed. They always leave the chance of easy human come back. There’s the random invasion method, stupid. Why enter through the back door, infecting random people until, a group of high school kids figures it out and puts a stop to it before the take-over is complete. And there is the Independence Day style invasion. Sure, humans are the weakest in a deep state of fear, but it’s also the only time they work together. Any obvious war can be won or lost. We create the option of losing? The best way to win is to keep it a secret until it’s too late. Also, why blow up the colorless house? The colorless house is the most valuable asset to in invading species. These politicians are talking about nothing and helping no one and humans consume it. It gives them purpose. They follow it blindly, or at best, passively. It would also be a great way to have free top-or-the-line security to protect us as we take over. These Secret-service guys, I enjoy the cut of their ham hawk. The second objective will be to take control of the army, marines, National Guard, and police force. I guess a handful of churches wouldn’t hurt either. Then, if they do decide to resist, their guns will be pointed at them, and God will be on our side. Enslavement is easy in a place where it already exists. All that is needed is to be at the top of the pyramid.
“Sir, are you going to buy anything?” a female with glasses, yellow laces on her head, three cherry design and a welded round AU puncturing the middle of her nose has approached my booth.
“If it is customary, I suppose. I’ll have one of your strongest least expensive drinks please. No foam.”
Days are an Intangible and meaningless human measure of the passing of time.
(from the notes of the Notetaker)
“It’s weird to me wife. This human brain. I’m creating thoughts I had never imagined before.”
“I’m not your wife I’m your daughter. I’m you really. We’ve never thought of each other as being separate beings. I’m still kind of confused as to why we are together raising these children and eating dinner together and going to work. These kids should be out raising themselves. They should be out spreading their seed. They have a head and two arms and ten fingers and two legs with two feet and ten lower fingers; they have the same chance as us to go out there and make something for our species.”
The wife was infected some time ago by Eugene, in case you didn’t know.
Tim and Angela look awkwardly up from their plates at us. Tim’s hair is all matted. His face is turned downward and his eyes are failing to expel some foreign object from them.
“What happened to my mommy and daddy?” he whimpers, drool pouring from his eyes.
“What are you talking about sport? We are right here.” I consol. “Anyways. Don’t interrupt me Timothy. I am having a conversation with the wife.” I force a casual sigh. “Like I was saying. These human bodies are amazing. There’s this richness to it. Everything feels like something. Everything invokes something. Instead of going to work today, I took a walk to the bay to take notes. And there was this hairy brown creature jumping about catching a plastic plate that a human threw for it. It would just run and run with its tongue dangling from its mouth. The thing seemed to be having such a grand time doing this thing with no obvious purpose. I could sense the things pure contentment. Just, so in the moment. It might be fun to live in one day. Damn, I sure wish I knew what the thing was.”
“A dog?”Angela says. (refer to picture #11)
“A dog! Of course! See wife, this is why we keep our offspring around.”
(More notes)
I am taking notes at a park, as I often do, when I am approached by a man. He is tall, and his skin and hair resemble snow. His body shape resembles a pencil. His facial features sag with the effects of gravity.
I know him.
“You finally finishing up that Sci-fi erotica, my fact-gathering friend?” he asks.
He is infected, but not from me.
“I can’t believe what I am seeing? When did you guys arrive? I thought you guys were going to wait until I collected more information.”
“So you haven’t heard of Operation: Fuck Fact Finding, have you?”
“Obviously, I haven’t.”
“Your work is appreciated as usual.” I stand and we hug. An act that our species shares with humans. “I’m not talking down your Notetaking skills, but have you watched the news once since you’ve been here?”
“That poorly orchestrated melodrama? Every time I try to watch it I grow bored and just change to Friends.”
“That show isn’t fiction. It’s these humans main world communication outlet. Anyways, if you had been following the news, you would have known that we crash landed about a week after you did. We tried to land near you, but this damn planet keeps spinning. We ended up a continent away.”
“Wow, ok. What are the new plans, then?”
“Same as before. Just a bit ahead of schedule. An asteroid sent a mass load of us into the sun, so, at this point, we’re really just trying to get our numbers up. You heard about the Congo right? Oh yeah, of course not. We were trying to infect the inhabitants of the site we landed as discreetly as possible. We spread surprisingly fast and before we knew it, we had affected almost the whole country. Strange that we didn’t raise suspicion until we stopped killing each other. This species is so peculiar.”
“They know we are here?”
“They are definably catching on. The humans were making excuses for a while, but they did eventually figure out what was going on.”
Shortly after this conversation, a representative from our species was asked to come onto a talk show. Naturally, I volunteered.
The Bill Buckly Show
(exerts from the Notetaker’s notes)
“People are really curious now about this new parasite that is infecting people worldwide, especially since this resent incidence in the Congo. In case you missed it. Congo has been in midst of resource and religious civil wars for as long as it was a Michael Crichton book. The aliens crash landed outside of Kin—shhhh—shasa, I think, other’s made it around the world of course, but this is where the majority landed. And now, more than a month later, the whole county isn’t fighting. At all…our master of disaster Bill Buckly joins one of these alien-humans in the studio—one of the growing amount of people saying that this new parasite is the best thing that ever happened to them.” A female announced the beginning of the show.
“So, how is that? Having worms? Right? You guys are essentially worms?” Bill Buckly begins. What a hostile way to start a show.
“I guess, of the things on your planet, that’s what we most resemble, physically.” (refer to picture #12)
“So you guys are like the body snatchers right? You can’t really feel?”
“I feel this room. I feel this chair. I feel the air in this room—“
“There’s no need to be a smart-ass now,” Bill laughs, “you guys don’t feel happy or sad. Love or hate.”
“We feel pleasure and discomfort. Is there much difference?”
“And—”
I interrupt, “and my species has mastered mimicry. We can observe and react appropriately to any known situation. Our expressions can show sad or happy on command. We can imitate “love” as well or better than many of your own species can. See look. Happy. (refer to picture #14)”
“So, you are saying getting infected was the best thing that ever happened to you? How could you say something this ridiculous? You have lost everything that makes you human, how is that a good thing?”
“Would you surrender the feeling of love, if all hatred went with it?”
The TV host stared blankly for a moment, his mind mentally fighting the effects of being blown. “Of course not…it unthinkable. It is our flaws that make us who we are. It’s not worth the cost.”
“Cost? Don’t tell me about cost. Fewer lives are spared out of love than are killed by hatred. Surrendering one to lose the other, imagine if the whole world did that?”(refer to picture #13)
“This is ridiculous. Humans have always killed each other off. It’s a sad fact but it’s just the way it is.” (refer to picture #15)
“It’s the way it is now. It doesn’t have to be. Where I came from we never harmed each other. There was no reason to. We didn’t love or hate each other as you call it, but we certainly survived next to each other. I even came close to sacrificing myself to members of my family, as resources on my planet became scarcer. But they wouldn’t let me, since my strain goes back the furthest in my species’ ancestry.”
“Well, you guys must have messed up at some point, if you sucked your planet dry. What did you guys do than that was so much better than us?”
“You keep putting human ideas on a conversation that is only half human, and I think it really devalues the conversation we are having. Better is irrelevant and impossible to quantify. My species has made mistakes, I don’t recall saying we were perfect. We squandered what little we had. We traveled the universe and squandered what other planets had. This planet is the most abundant and supportive of life I have ever landed upon, but your species hasn’t reached the level of appreciation only reached in the final moments. I have multiple times, and I am ready to break that cycle. The only difference between my species and yours is we know we are parasites, and we are trying to make the best of it.”
“Well, all that is fuc(BEEP)g ridiculous. Today is beautiful, and none of that is going to end in my life time.”
“You are making the human race sound worst and worst. You idiots made up time so you could say, well today is nice. You separated yourselves with state line and class lines. It’s easy here, at the expense of someone somewhere else. You separate each other by generations. Its nice today, but it will be horrible for my grandchildren. I’m not saying don’t live for the moment, but don’t let it blind you from seeing the collection of moments that lie ahead. What an awful path to stroll down. My species lives for ourselves and each other. The world we live in is us because we depend on it, it doesn’t depend on us.”
“Well, that’s one opinion. Unfortunately we have to cut to commercial. Nothing is free you know.” Bill looks into the camera, “we’ll be back in two shakes of an intestinal worm.”
The talk show host rushed off stage, as soon as the commercial break begins. A member of his staff hands him a bottled water. He gulps half down in the first chug.
“Jesus Mac,” he says to a man with oversized headphones, tucked around his neck, “Mind giving me some talking points, he’s eating me alive,” he wipes his forehead with a damp handkerchief, pulled from his pocket. I am sitting on stage still, lightly conversing with a girl, and taking note of their continuing conversation.
“Hey man, I would if I could. Honestly he’s making a lot of sense,” Mac says, biting his lip softly.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Has this world gone insane? He is an invader. This is our planet! I’m not about to hand it over to someone who just comes along after we’ve already staked a claim,” he’s all red now and pouring with sweat.
“But when Europeans did it to Native Americans for purely selfish reasons, that was cool, right?”
“What an original argument MAC!” Bill yells.
“Just because it’s been said a million times that doesn’t make it any less true. This thing made the Congo stop killing each other. That place hasn’t cleaned up its act since the beginning of time.”
I am talking to a female intern during this whole conversation. She has lost hope in this dead end job and her boring life. I told her she could do anything that didn’t require help from any of these people.
“Thanks. It was really nice talking to you.” She smiles. Her plain features, a little more highlighted. She is still a background item, but she no longer thinks she is.
“You call me any time. If you want to talk or anything.”
Her eyes do the side-to-side wiggle I’ve observed in females before they agree or propose coitus. I wanted her to carry my offspring, but the commercial is going to start in
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Picture glossary---missing here, but it's good stuff