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… You’re kidding! You want me to be her?

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Yes, I know I already am her, but that doesn’t mean that I feel comfortable about impersonating a kind of combination witch / vampire / ghoul with a long row of teats down my body …

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But what could I say to him? You mean under hypnosis again?

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Man, I think you’re losing it. When I think how reluctant you were to get into this whole train of thought, how much you insisted you didn’t’ have any advice to give …

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Yes, but that’s pretty dangerous thinking. If I learned anything at all from last time, it’s that whenever you feel you’ve gone too far to pull out, that that’s a really good time to stand back and think about what you’re actually doing.

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Well, that’s a good question. I don’t have any other suggestions. It’s still possible to do nothing at all, though. I mean, he won’t be any worse off than he was before.

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No, I suppose that would be pretty difficult to live with, longterm.

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Okay, but if I do this thing at all I’m going to do it my way. I don’t want you reporting afterwards that you advised one thing and I did another and that’s why the whole crazy business failed. I don’t want anybody to ever know what we are doing, for that matter. Is there any way I can put on a kind of security protocol so that nobody can ever get access to these files afterwards?

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Okay, do that then.

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Well, I’ll just have to take that risk. If it goes that far up the chain then I guess I’m screwed anyway. I suppose there are other jobs I could do – you’ll probably end up counting rivets in a nut-and-bolt factory.

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It was a joke.

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Okay then, it’s a deal. Into the unknown …

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