"His blood..."
My frail body shivered against the cold steel of my incarceration. A man of prestigious stature causally strolled into the confining room, pulling out the opposing metallic chair from beneath the small round bolted table before taking a deliberately long baffling moment to sit. With his displaced hat now gently resting atop the counter the man quietly exhausted his engine in one exasperating groan. Prior to our introduction he took a moment to wipe himself down, pat his cap ever so slightly, adjust or “fix” his salt and peppered hair before finally propping forward the stretched triangle shaped shirt collars while presenting a smiling grin as wide as one could possibly be. Adhered to his neckline sparkled four five pointed silver stars.
“Do you know who I am?"
I shook my head twice without glaring too far into the man’s frigid blue eyes.
“Did your father ever speak of my work whilst he still breathed our oxygen?”
Again and again I tossed my head from left to right, right to left, left to right, right to left.
“That’s too bad… I thought we used to be friends… How about you son?” the general paused “Will you be my friend?” he spoke with an outstretched hand and a smile.
I did not respond in the same kindness.
“Are you sure? This will be a lot easier if you don’t fight me…”
While my eyes hung low and my head tilted towards the floor, I briefly shook my head no for a final time.
“Alright, no need to get excited now.” He removed a small pad of lined paper from his pocket, flipped the cover over and withdrew a pen. “I, General Michael S Wright, shall be your arbiter in the matter of Jericho vs. Subject three hundred thirty two dash five. Let us begin from the beginning”.
Like an isle of windows, apertures from across all plains of my imagination swirled about the course of my infinitesimal room. Each one led me in different directions each with a resounding time-line caught entrapped by my past, present and future self’s. A sighting of many distinctions layered all upon one another like that of an onion but whereas in my unpredictable world, each peeling of flap abruptly severed the germane thought with that of the multifarious universe.
One by one I sat and listened to my honorable guest all the while watching these pieces unwrap themselves simultaneously exposing me to the antecedent world and the present dimension at the very same exact point in time. Out of the blue these assorted moving pictures once again collided, converging with one another momentarily splicing the present imagery in halves with that of my most telling moment. It was here and there I simultaneously authored the tellurian man that I am.
“What is it you’re searching for father?” enthusiastically I asked.
“What is it you were searching for kid?” inquired the aged general.
“We’re looking for life of course my dear boy!” my father handily danced around the inquisition.
My voice squeaked into a soft murmur “I… don’t know.”
“Life? Has that not already been discovered?”
“Uh huh. Was this gifted ignorance applied before or after your father was linked to a doomsday device code named the ninety nine dash A project?”
Father briefly folded his arms, faintly sulking in response before abruptly breaking out in zealous proclamation “Only the superfluous! We’ve yet to carve our dilapidated way out from the ditch the obtuse dug for us. The cavernous den of teat sucking neglectful mongrels tears at the limbs of decency and attempt to circumvent the future of veracious prevalence. We seek true meaningful life Jericho, not this insubstantial substitute.”
“I…” I – alongside my many accomplices – watched as my younger incarnation squirmed between the legs of his hardened chair. “He sought to find the necessities for our future welfare!” the young apparition blurted aloud “Honest!”.
“And what – pray tell – is exactly necessary these days young man?”
-To Be Continued Tomorrow
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