excorpse
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published Jun 19th 2011 - 5 authors
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A stranger in a fedora and an olive green pinstripe suit walks up to the table. Uninvited. The cut of the suit is peculiar. Retro. Ill-fitting. He pushes a roll of microfiche across the table towards me.
I toss a small bundle at him. His hands convulse and drag it into a pocket. You can smell the jitters streaming off him like heat off an engine. Then he's gone. I roll the microfiche through my fingers. I hold it to the light and illuminate the secret history of the world. I grin, a chiaroscuro.
Microfiche. Black and white television. Rooms full of computers. This little baby from a bygone era is going to get me home free. I only wish I could be there to see his face when he gets a good look at it.
Unfortunately, I didn't make it on time, considering the limp-- and by limp I mean swagger. I do hold on to a clear image in my mind's eye of the grimace he must have when he caught a glimpse. This image is what gets me through the trying days to be quite honest.
Frackin' Adonis! He is not my stranger in the night, we didn't have a proper eye-contact, he is just a... tease. A tease turn on, 'while failing the biggest opportunity of my life! Well, I hope he's into guys, 'cause he owes me a piece of that cutey-pie! He has my business card, so
he had better call me before I start stalking his ass!
"I'll get stuff ready, in case he thinks he's one up on me. Nobody treats me like that," she glowers delivering a powerful high kick to the wall. A panel rotates, lets in daylight and reveals a secret closet. "Ha! - my blond wig is just dying to go out and play. Ooh - and my stilleto. . .
"Why was he mocking my wig? I almost brake my heels trying to get faster to his interview! Computer!"
"Yes, Mr. Honey-pie?"
"Give me a secured connection to Alvamin Headquarters. Suggest changes to our previous strategy to infiltrate pulsar security! " "The number's a disconnect."
"Dial the contingency number!"
"A disconnect as well, sir."
"What a gyp! That's the last time I sign up for a pyramid scheme specializing in consolidated security!"
"No shit, sir."
"What was that, Computer?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmm! It's time to take matters into hand!"
The door slammed open. "Computer, proceed presentation of the revised strategy to infiltrate the pulsar security!"
"Which type, Mr. Honey-pie? 2d, 3d, audio only? The other parameters should be in place: time, same logistics, priority type, finality of the target-purpose..."
"Right! What the hell am I doing here? This operation is off until further notice! Cancel time schedule regarding this!"
"Yes, Mr. Honey-pie?"
"Give me a secured connection to Alvamin Headquarters. Suggest changes to our previous strategy to infiltrate pulsar security! " "The number's a disconnect."
"Dial the contingency number!"
"A disconnect as well, sir."
"What a gyp! That's the last time I sign up for a pyramid scheme specializing in consolidated security!"
"No shit, sir."
"What was that, Computer?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmm! It's time to take matters into hand!"
The door slammed open. "Computer, proceed presentation of the revised strategy to infiltrate the pulsar security!"
"Which type, Mr. Honey-pie? 2d, 3d, audio only? The other parameters should be in place: time, same logistics, priority type, finality of the target-purpose..."
"Right! What the hell am I doing here? This operation is off until further notice! Cancel time schedule regarding this!"
