Sunday, August 31, 2014

Fortwitten Love — Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues!




Here are Week 84 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!


I remember how hard it was to pull my pants up with numb fingers. Before I recovered, Regi's mother hustled her off, not to be seen again.



So here we are. Grasping my grey necktie, Regi pulls me towards her. We kiss and I ask "Did you just eat a petite madeleine?" "No. Why?"



"No reason. This is unfinished business?" "The start of it yes." We kiss. Regi says "You taste like licorice and crème de menthe." "Me too."



I loosen my tie and shrug off my jacket. Regi says "Are you getting ready to fight with me?" "No. I intend to surrender unconditionally."



Shifting out of her hospital scrubs, she pulls me on top. Again I taste the madeleine of her lips. I kiss her throat, and taste pomegranate.



I plant butterfly kisses on her breasts, tasting honey. I nibble an earlobe and taste earwax. Regi says "I have one question and a request."



"What?" "You traveled all the way to the Caribbean to 'rescue' me. You risked your job and your life without a thought of a reward. Why?"



"I love you." I brush my hand down her firm stomach. She says 'Mmm. That's nice! Lower." I say "I love you" in a deeper voice. She laughs.



"That's an old one." She pushes me so we roll over and she's on top. We kiss. "I think I love you too." "Just think?" "I'll let you know."



She loosens my belt. We both breathe in gasps. "So you rescued me because you love me?" I manage to say "Mfumph." "Then I have one request."



"Is… is your request that I use protection?'" "No. Yes! No, it's will you stop tweeting on that damn cellphone? Just for a while?" "Yes."



I am awakened sometime later by rapping on the chamber door. Regi lies beside me. She says "Let me sleep Ma. I'll look for a job tomorrow."



"Tis some visitor" I mutter "tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more." "Open up!" says a familiar voice. I reply "Nevermore!"



Regi asks "Who is at tapping our chamber door?" "Tis the wind and nothing more!" Rixey and a police squad barge in. He says "Working hard?"



I brush back my raven hair and quote "Thing of evil! Bird or devil! What brings you here?" Rixey says "I came to catch you nearly napping."



Nearly? What means this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore? Unfazed, Regi dons her scrubs and murmurs "What a bore!"



Pulling on her shoes, she looks Rixey over. "Dressed up like a million dollar trouper. Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper. Super Dooper."



Rixey says "Is she putting me on?" "You're the Rix. Why the hell are you here?" "YOU called me." "Oh, right." "You can watch me in action."



Regi says "Who is this joker?" "Rixey, my Division chief." "You report to him?" "Sometimes." Rixey laughs. "Nevermore, if I can help it."



I have never seen Rixey with a hair out of place. His suit is always perfectly pressed, his tie perfectly tied, his shoes perfectly shined.



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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Frozen Lust - Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues!



Here are Week 83 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!


I miss the days when I could hammer a landline phone handset on the desktop until I got a response. Pressing cell buttons isn't the same.

I consider smashing my phone against the wall. Instead I say "Listen IVR. Patch me through now or I will hunt you down and disconnect you."

After a pause the IVR says "To speak to the Desk Sergeant, press 1." That's more like it! I press 1. "OK. I'll connect you. Please hold."

At last! A familiar voice comes on the line. "Rixey speaking." Rixey? Why him? Rixey has been my nemesis since I began with the Department.

Throughout my police career Rixey has never failed to undermine my activities and or belittle my performance. I never could figure out why.

My suspension from the force was the happiest day of his life. Why did the IVR connect me with him? "This is Arkaby." "What do you want?"


"I want to report shots fired at a police officer." "Which officer?" "Me. The shots were fired at me." "Aren't you off active duty?" "Yes."

"You aren't really reporting shots fired at a police officer." "OK. Just shots fired." "Who fired them?" "Farley Granger." "Did he hit you?"

"No. He hit Regna Granger. His niece." "Uh huh. Is she OK?" "Yes. We're at the Body Parts R Us Hospital. Are you sending a car out or not?"

Silence. "Rixey?" "A minute while I visualize your girlfriend taking a bullet for you." "Regi's not actually my girlfriend." "Uh huh."


I hear muffled laughter. "Am I on speaker?" "Maybe." "Do what you want. I'll handle things here." "Keep your pants on. We'll be over ASAP."

"Listen Rixey. You and I had our differences in the past. You think I'm an incompetent boob. I think you’re a self-righteous narcissist."


"What's your point?" "Something's happening here. We need to put differences aside. Stop being an asshole for once and take me seriously."


"I'll take you seriously when you stop being an idiot." "Let’s both stop on the count of three. 1, 2, 3." A pause. "You're still an idiot."


I sigh. "And you're still an asshole." "Nice talking to you." "Wait. There are real crimes here and I can't make any arrests." "Like what?"


"I've discovered an illicit Caribbean trade in cadavers." "A what?" "A Caribbean medical school has been importing cadavers illegally."


"That's why Farley Granger shot at you?" "No. He shot at me because I wouldn't give up my cellphone." "Why did he want you to do that?"


"Because of the Singularity." "The what?" "The inevitable emergence of human level machine intelligence." "Arkaby, have you been drinking?"


"Not a drop. It's very simple. Farley shot at me because I brought my active cellphone into his shielded safe room here at Body Parts R Us."


"He believes that a self-aware computer is controlling us through our cellphones and the only solution is to go completely off the grid."


"Why is that computer selling cadavers to a Caribbean medical school?" "That's a separate issue. I don't yet know who is trading corpses."


"I need evidence. What proof do you have of cadaver trafficking?" "I have Granger's body on which an autopsy is being performed right now."


"Wait. Farley Granger who shot at you is dead? Who killed him?" "No one. The cadaver I brought back is Willum Granger, Farley's good twin."


"Good twin or reasonable facsimile?" "Dead twin but not forgotten. Or buried." "You found his body at the Caribbean medical school?" "Yes."


"How did you get possession of the body to transport it back here?" "That's a long story." "Sounds to me like you're the lawbreaker here."


"Like Granger, you are nothing if not persistent. Actually, you are nothing. Send a car. I need some shuteye." "Just don't leave the state."


"You think you can threaten me?" "I just did." "I can make threats too. Once I have Granger's autopsy results, I'm gone." "Try it, idiot."


My phone reads "Call Ended." He hung up on me! I say "I love you too" into the severed connection. "You are one sick puppy." Rixey replies.


"Rixey? I thought you hung up!" "Uh huh. I've logged your call as required by law. We'll get to you when we get to you. NOW I'm hanging up."


"Make it soon or I take matters into my own hands." Silence. He really hung up! "You self-serving sonavabitch!" Rixey says "I'm still here."


"Don't do anything stupid 'til we get there…oh wait." This time he really hangs up. To be certain I press the "End Call" button repeatedly.


My call to HQ complete, I am ready for action. Do I confront Farley in his safe room? Do I go another round with the Evolution Museum robot?


What about Willum Granger's autopsy? Has Dr. Dot figured out the reasons for his DNA self-modification and the root of his imperishability?


One thing is certain. I stand at the epicenter, the sole individual capable of reversing the course of possibly paradigm-shattering events.


Not a moment to lose. I return to Regi's hospital room. She is adrift in sleep, her long blond hair splashed across the starch white pillow.


I tread water beside her. Rixey said the police are on the way, but I won't hold my breath. I am exhausted. When was the last time I slept?


The other bed looks very inviting. Regi's eyes open. She pats the space next to her. "Come sit here" she says "We have unfinished business."


I sit beside her. "What business is that?" "When A locked us in the PD Morgue freezer something started we've never had a chance to finish."


I thought back to the day we confronted Granger's cold-hearted killer at Police HQ. He got the drop on us and dumped us in the deep freeze.


Facing certain death, we sought comfort in each other's arms, huddling together to ward off the cold. What had we started in that freezer?


I remember how Regi's lips were reminiscent of a petite madeleine soaked in hot limeflower tea. I remember melting together despite the cold


I remember the freezer door suddenly flying open and half the police department and all the principles of the case standing at the entrance.

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Monday, August 18, 2014

Phone Rage - "The Golden Parachute" Continues!



Here are Week 82 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

I miss the days when I could hammer a landline phone handset on the desktop until I got a response. Pressing cell buttons isn't the same.

I consider smashing my phone against the wall. Instead I say "Listen IVR. Patch me through now or I will hunt you down and disconnect you."

After a pause the IVR says "To speak to the Desk Sergeant, press 1." That's more like it! I press 1. "OK. I'll connect you. Please hold."

At last! A familiar voice comes on the line. "Rixey speaking." Rixey? Why him? Rixey has been my nemesis since I began with the Department.

Throughout my police career Rixey has never failed to undermine my activities and or belittle my performance. I never could figure out why.

My suspension from the force was the happiest day of his life. Why did the IVR connect me with him? "This is Arkaby." "What do you want?"

"I want to report shots fired at a police officer." "Which officer?" "Me. The shots were fired at me." "Aren't you off active duty?" "Yes."

"You aren't really reporting shots fired at a police officer." "OK. Just shots fired." "Who fired them?" "Farley Granger." "Did he hit you?"

"No. He hit Regna Granger. His niece." "Uh huh. Is she OK?" "Yes. We're at the Body Parts R Us Hospital. Are you sending a car out or not?"

Silence. "Rixey?" "A minute while I visualize your girlfriend taking a bullet for you." "Regi's not actually my girlfriend." "Uh huh."

I hear muffled laughter. "Am I on speaker?" "Maybe." "Do what you want. I'll handle things here." "Keep your pants on. We'll be over ASAP."

"Listen Rixey. You and I had our differences in the past. You think I'm an incompetent boob. I think you’re a self-righteous narcissist."

"What's your point?" "Something's happening here. We need to put differences aside. Stop being an asshole for once and take me seriously."

I'll take you seriously when you stop being an idiot." "Let’s both stop on the count of three. 1, 2, 3." A pause. "You're still an idiot."

I sigh. "And you're still an asshole." "Nice talking to you." "Wait. There are real crimes here and I can't make any arrests." "Like what?"

"I've discovered an illicit Caribbean trade in cadavers." "A what?" "A Caribbean medical school has been importing cadavers illegally."

"That's why Farley Granger shot at you?" "No. He shot at me because I wouldn't give up my cellphone." "Why did he want you to do that?"

"Because of the Singularity." "The what?" "The inevitable emergence of human level machine intelligence." "Arkaby, have you been drinking?"

"Not a drop. It's very simple. Farley shot at me because I brought my active cellphone into his shielded safe room here at Body Parts R Us."

"He believes that a self-aware computer is controlling us through our cellphones and the only solution is to go completely off the grid."

"Why is that computer selling cadavers to a Caribbean medical school?" "That's a separate issue. I don't yet know who is trading corpses."



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Sunday, August 10, 2014

Your Call Is Very Important to Us - "The Golden Parachute" Continues!



Here are Week 81 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

"We're short on patients just now." "Yeah. Your attitude leaves much to be desired." "We aren't short on patience, we're short on patients."."

"Short? You're running on empty, like that weird guy doing laps in the hall." The nurse says "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'll repeat. How can you run a hospital with no patients?" The nurse hands Regi a surgical top. "You're blouse is unwearable. Try this."

Favoring her wounded arm, Regi turns around and slips on the top. She looks fetching freshly scrubbed. The nurse says "You're set to go."

"Try not to do anything too strenuous for the next few days.” Regi says "How do I look?" I say "You look like you haven't slept in a week."

"While we wait for your father's results, we should rest." Regi frowns. "Thanks. I could sleep right here." The nurse says "No, you can't."

"As long as they're not in use, can if we sack out in one of your rooms?" She gives me a long look. "She's been shot. What's your excuse?"

"I also haven't slept in a week." "That explains it. She can use a room for the night. You can't" "That's OK. I have to make a phone call."

We walk along the corridor in search of a room. Regi says "Who are you calling?" "The nurse was right. I need to phone in Farley's assault."

The man in t-shirt and shorts jogs past again. I take a quick video. Who is that guy? http://media.giphy.com/media/wBXx8b03LM89y/giphy.gif

Regi says "I feel like the building is spinning." "Let's find you a place to rest." We enter an empty room and Regi lies down on the bed.

"I'll call it in about your uncle." "Tell them to hurry." I step into the hall and speed dial HQ. "You have reached the Police Department."

That was quick! "Press 1 if this is an emergency." Uh oh. I press 1. "Press 2 if this is not an emergency but rather an urgency." I press 1.

"Press 3 if this is not an urgency but merely 'of note.' Press 4 if you'd like us to call you back as soon as we can." I press 1 repeatedly.

Since when does the Police Department have an interactive voice response system? The IVR continues "OK. You pressed 1 for an emergency."

"Press 1 to turn yourself in for a felony and/or misdemeanor you yourself have committed." Why do I always have trouble with IVR systems?

"Press 2 to report a felony and/or misdemeanor someone else has committed. Press 3 if you are the victim of a felony and/or misdemeanor."

I press 3. The IVR says "OK You are the victim of a felony and/or misdemeanor. Press 1 if this felony and/or misdemeanor involved violence."

"Press 2 if this felony and/or misdemeanor was non-violent." As I press 1 I peek into the hospital room. Regi is asleep, snoring loudly.

"OK. You chose violence. Press 1 for firearms. Press 2 for stabbing or cutting weapons. Press 3 if no weapon was used. Press 4 for other."

The IVR is getting on my nerves. "This is Detective Arkaby. Transfer me to the Desk Sergeant at once!" "I didn't get your last response."

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Sunday, August 3, 2014

My Mind is Going - "The Golden Parachute" Continues!

Here are Week 80 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

Once outside Farley's office door I hear a series of bolts slide shut. I say "I guess he meant it." Regi says "He was always a recluse."


Why didn't you tell me your father was a twin?" "You never asked." Regi leans heavily on my arm. She says "I've bled all over my blouse."


We stand in a long, curved Body Parts R Us hospital corridor reminiscent of the spaceship in 2001: A Space Odyssey, but without the charm.


There is no logic to this hospital's layout. To find your destination, you just walk about randomly. "I don't know where to go to get help."


"Doesn't matter. Walk 'til we find a doctor." "I have bad memories of this place." "This is where I first found you flat on your back."


We stand by a nondescript hospital room. As we look a man in t-shirt and shorts jogs past us. Before we react he vanishes around the corner.
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I was brought here insensible after attempting parallel universe parking without a license: that is, parking my car in two spaces at once.

My mind drifts back to when Regi found me catheter and IV line tethered, prepped for cosmetic surgery to repair my bee-sting damaged face.


I ran afoul an enormous swarm of bees that congregated around Lavender Blue Dilly Dilly's surplus perfume storage vats. I looked terrible.


I looked worse than I felt I looked. In any case Regi didn't recognize me as the detective interviewed on TV concerning her father's murder.


Expertly if abruptly disengaging me from IV and catheter, Regi then engaged in my detecting of the instigator of Willum Granger's severance.


To our surprise, Granger's assassin was not only the former head of Body Parts R Us surgery but also the current police department Coroner!


Gazing at the empty hospital bed I realize how tired I am. Regi says "Arkaby, still with us?" I say "I'm here. Let's get you patched up."


The man in t-shirt and shorts jogs past again. We continue along the corridor, past sarcophagi and a large red scanning eye to an infirmary


The nurse at the infirmary counter glances at Regi's bloody blouse and says "Can I help you?" "My friend needs medical attention." "Uh huh."


She rolls up Regi's sleeve. "This is a bullet wound. Has Farley been shooting at things again?" "Huh? Just an accident." "I don't think so."


Regi says "Uncle Farley didn't mean to shoot me." "You're his niece? Who did he mean to shoot?" I say "Me." "Who are you?" "Call me Arkaby."


"I'm a detective." "A police detective? Why don't you arrest his trigger-happy ass?" "I'm on suspension. I will phone it in." "Uh huh."


"Why are you suspended?" Regi says "He let my father's killer lock us in a city morgue freezer while he escaped." "How did you get unfrozen?"


"My mother freed us and thawed us out." "Your mother is also with the police?" "No. She's a beekeeper." The nurse finishes Regi's bandage.


I say "I have a question." "Does it have to do with how to follow proper police procedure?" "No.” “Figures.” “Where are all your patients?"

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Sunday, July 27, 2014

A Parting Shot - "The Golden Parachute" Continues!

Here are Week 79 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!


"What does 'the essential is invisible to the eye' mean?" "What you can't see CAN hurt you." "Sure, like I didn't see your crazies coming!"

"Crazy is not taking refuge from the Singularity." "Make yourself safe. Regi needs medical attention." "Once you leave I lock that door!"


"Go ahead. Lock it." "It's the only way in or out!" "Cuts down the ambiguity." "You won't be able to get back in." "We're not coming back."


Regi says "Before now Uncle Farley I had absolutely zero respect for you. Now I have even less." I say "Below absolute zero? That’s cold!"


Farley says "Your father would want you to stay here." "MY FATHER?" Regi walks up and grabs his collar. "Don't you dare speak of my father!"


"Get your damn dirty paws off of me!" "What?" She slap him across the face, hurting her hand in the process. "Ow! What's the big idea?"

"Did you miss the parts about hiding from the AI Singularity, eyesight invisibility, the safe room I'm locking myself into when you leave?"
"No Farley, I get that. How does crawling into your big hidey hole solve anything?" "Ah Regi! You never were good at adding two and two."
There is no blunt object within reach. Regi says "Arkaby, can I borrow that ERUPT manual?" I jump between them. "Why are you two fighting?"
Farley and Regi say "S/He started it." "I don't care WHO started it. Relatives don't fight." "What are you talking about? We always fight!"
"I always fight with Farley. He's the black sheep of the family. Never a kind word." "And Regi has always been the chronic underachiever."
Farley and Regi say "No, I'm not! Yes, you are! I’M NOT!” I say “Save your irresolvable disputations for the soaps. I’m after the truth!”
Farley says "What truth?" "The truth of what this is all about." "I told you." "I don't believe you." "I'm hurt! What don't you believe?"
"Mostly the parts about hiding from the AI Singularity, eyesight invisibility, the safe room you're locking yourself into when we leave."
"I'm sorry I ever contacted you." "I have one question before I go. What was the deal with the knock-knock jokes?" "What knock-knock jokes?"
"When you first knock-knocked on my office door you never answered my question." "Which was?" "Who's there?" "Not me." "Huh? Who was it?"
"Let me explain it to you." Farley grabs my wrist and pulls the ERUPT Manual out of my jacket pocket. "Hey!" I twist free and step away.
"What are you doing? Give that back!" "I was going for my gun. Wrong pocket." Regi says "Guys?" I reach for the Manual. Farley says "Trade?"
"Trade what?" "The ERUPT Manual for my gun?" I laugh. "Not a chance." Regi says "Guys? I'm bleeding." Farley says "Let the book decide."
Farley opens at random. "' Incompetence is the last refuge of the violent.' Hmm.That doesn't help." Regi says "I said I'M STILL BLEEDING!"
While Farley's distracted I take back the ERUPT manual. "We're done. Regi, let's have that arm looked at." Regi says "Goodbye Uncle Farley."


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Sunday, July 20, 2014

What is Invisible to the Eye - "The Golden Parachute" Continues!

Here are Week 78 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

Regi says "What began with tweets?" Farley gestures "All of this. Arkaby turned my brother's demise into a sordid dimestore detective tale." 


"You hated my father!" "We had our differences, but I never wished him dead or serialized." I say "You're trying to put the blame on me?"

"Who else is responsible for the paradigm shifts, the shortages, the outages, global climate change.” “You blame me for the weather?"

"Don't play dumb. You know climate change isn't the weather." "I'm not playing. Are you serious?" "You think climate change is the weather?"

Farley smirks and turns away. I walk up and grab his collar. "From now on I ask the questions!" "Get your damn dirty paws off of me!" "Huh?"

I slap him across the face, hurting my hand in the process. "Ow! What's the big idea?" "Humans releasing CO2 causes climate change." "What?"

"Please complete your question." If my hand wasn't still throbbing I'd hit him again. "What releases of CO2?" "CO2 from coal, oil and gas."

I grab the Farley by the shoulders and attempt to shake him. I can't budge him. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" "I'm talking about weather."

"Everyone talks about weather but no one does anything about it." "Then our days are numbered." It's time I show what climate denial can do.

There is no blunt object within reach so I take out the ERUPT Manual to apply some book learning. Farley says. "Where did you get that?"

"Let me explain it to you." I give him a head shot with the book, tearing the cover again. "Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent."

Haven't I heard that before? The ERUPT cover falls off. Farley mocks me with silence. I raise the book for one more attempt at incompetence.

"ARKABY! " Regi jumps between us. "Why are you fighting with my uncle?" Farley and I say "He started it." "I don't care WHO started it."

"He called me a climate denier." She turns to Farley "What do you mean?" Farley rubs his head. "He overreacted. I never called him that."

"I just called him a two-bit dimestore detective with unresolved masculinity issues and a serious Twitter addiction." "How is that better?"

"It's better because it's true." "Granted, but you admit he's not a climate change denier?" "I don't know." I say "I'm standing right here."

Regi says "Farley, what do you want?" "The only way to fight the Singularity is to cut off its roots. We need to bring down the Internet."

"I thought the distributed nature of the Internet prevents that sort of one shop stopping?" "Yes. We need to do three things." "Only three?"

"First, we take away everyone's smartphones, starting with this tweeting fool." "You'll have to pry this phone out of my cold dead hands!"

"Ah, a volunteer!" Farley turns, his rigid arm coming up with a gun at the end like a hollow blue finger. "You'd shoot me?" "With pleasure."

I don't know what he means. "I won't give up my phone. I'm under contract." "What if I reimburse you the cancellation penalty?" "No." "OK."

There's a place I go in my mind at times like these. I don't know why shooting me gives my opponent pleasure. I don't know what to expect.

Turning sideways to shrink my moving target area, I bend knees to lower my center of gravity. I remove my jacket and wrap it around my arm.

I slip off my necktie and wind it around my fist. Farley says "What the hell are you doing?" I say "Getting ready."For what, a strip tease?"

I'm ready, certain I'll withstand a gun blast, a knife stab, a fistfight, jujitsu or anything else, up to and including a vehicular assault.

He glances down the barrel of his gun. Any second he could shoot, without preparation, without anger. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

I'm ready. I haven't many clothing items left to remove. "Uncle Farley, wait!" Regi takes me aside and whispers. "Put your clothes back on."

"Don't fight him!" "Why not? He's being a dick!" "I know my uncle is being of a dick, but he's MY dick." "Huh?" "I mean he's my uncle."

"And he always wins his fights." "We'll see about that." I turn back to Farley. "Don't make me take that gun away from you." He shoots me.

I step back but feel fine. I assumed it would be a bigger deal. "You shot me!" "Yes. Now you fall down." "I don't feel like falling down."

"What does it take to stop you?" "More than you've got!" Regi says "Um, guys." "How about I shoot you again?" "Why don't you try?" "Guys?"

I grab Farley's gun and we wrestle for control. Regi shouts "LOOK AT ME!" We stop and look. Regi is holding her arm which is dripping blood.

"You didn't shoot Arkaby. You shot me!" Farley releases the gun. "How is that possible? I aimed point blank at him. I never aimed at you!"

We rush over. Farley says "How badly are you hurt?" Regi rolls up her sleeve. "It's nothing. Just a scratch. Oh! Arkaby's fainted again."

Another black pool opens at my feet. If this keeps up, next time I bring swim trunks. Regi shouts "Arkaby! Snap out of it! I'm not hurt!"

I open my eyes "I’m all right.” “We know that. Regi was the one hit.” “You idiot! You almost killed us!" "I don't kill people. My gun does."

"Maybe so, but your gun doesn't shoot straight.” "Second time is the charm." "We're talking about your actual gun, right?" Farley frowns.

"Regi, let's get that looked at." We head for the exit. "Leave at your own risk." "Back off! I have your gun." "I'm not talking about that."

"If you leave this room I can't protect you." "Protect us? You shot at us!" "How long are you going to hold that against me?" "Pretty long."

"This is the lab's only safe room. The walls, floor and roof are reinforced steel. Once I lock that door from the inside, nothing get's in."

"Why do you hide in plain sight?" "You aren't listening! The Singularity has already happened!" "Really? Where are the computer overlords?"

"My secret is very simple. It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; The essential is invisible to the eye." "Huh?" I feel sheepish.



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