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  • Part 3: Topsy

    by alecweston Pro @ 2008-07-13 – 21:52:48

    Sylvia was the only one of them I'd ever slept with more than twice, but she didn't want to have anything to do with sewing on my arm again.

    "Standard procedure is to go to the Repair Wing."  I hated Sylvia's Standard Procedure voice.  She knew as well as I did that if I went to the Repair Wing they were likely to erase my imagination just for the hell of it.  Naturally, I didn't want that.

    Mind you, McBradley had had it done last year and they's replaced it with a better one.  But McBradley knew how to bribe a saint if he had to.

    Anyway, Orgone came to the rescue.  She was the only transexual on the team.  I'm not really into trannies, but anything seemed okay to get my arm back.

    Afterwards, she whispered in my ear that she was going attempt an escape.  She had built a sledge and had stolen two car batteries.  Now all she needed was my help.  "The sledge is called Topsy" she said, as if that made a difference.

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  • Death Postponed

    by alecweston Pro @ 2008-07-13 – 09:41:05

    Gregory's execution had to be postponed.  Sylvia, the Entertainment Officer, announced this was because some parts for the Killing Device had been lost by the courier company DFL, but it was an open secret that the Powers That Bee couldn't agree on the wording of Gregory's Suicide Note.

    After all, why would anyone want to leave Paradise on Mars?  Assuming  we were on Mars and not a Shake 'n' Vac computer simulation.

    Anyway, Gregory was furious.  The announcement that his murder had been postponed was the first he knew that it was imminent, or even likely.  Why hadn't we told him?  Duh!  He held me responsible.  We went outside.  After kissing, he lopped my left arm off.

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  • Terminal 96

    by alecweston Pro @ 2008-07-13 – 03:57:38

    "This is a terrible situation," said McBradley, yawning.  "We could lose everything.  The baby with the bathwater."

    "The rough" Floss added. "with the smooth."

    "It's terminal."

    "Maybe if we..."

    "It's no use."

    Gregory had been dozing, but suddenly he seemed wide awake, caffeine-alert.  "Puce is a good rhyme," he suggested.  "If we can fit it in."

    We all laughed, perhaps a little too much.  Gregory had a wayof making us all feel good about ourselves again.  Of course, none of us had told him that he was going to be executed at dawn.

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  • His Inner Spy

    by alecweston Pro @ 2008-07-02 – 14:03:34

    A rewrite of something that recently appeared on my other blog

    One morning, Ben woke up convinced he was a spy.

    Perhaps he'd been dreaming about being a spy, and in a few hours he'd realise how silly he was to believe it.  But during the day Ben felt more and more certain that for years he had been working for a secret organisation.  A secret orgnisation he knew nothing about.

    Evidentally, he had been so succesful in splitting himslef into two (maybe more) self contained compartments that the different bits no longer talked to each other.  It's highly likely Ben was in fact spying on himself;  he wouldn't know anything about it, except for a few supicious things that happened now and again.  For example, why did the take the Northern Line to Colindale the other morning?  Or get drunk in Clydebank? (thought that could have been a dream).


    And was Ben spying for someone at this very moment?  Is he me, under another name?

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