Tuesday, February 07, 2006


“She’s right, you know. It’s all about Psi-Ops. We play you like a pitch pipe.”

“More like a pitch fork,” I replied. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you won’t remember. And even if you do, you won’t be able to make yourself quite believe it. And even if you do, nobody else will.”

“So why do you do it? What’s the point?”

“It’s something to do. It’s amusing. We’re so far beyond money and power, you can’t even imagine. We’re bored. It’s something to do. Whoever dies with the most toys wins.”

There was no malice in the voice. There was no - anything. It was like the voice of Hal in the movie “2001” while he’s killing the crew.

“Well, I’ll fight you,” I said. “I’m a brazen man.”

“Yeah, more like a raisin bran. Watch this.”

All through this conversation, there was this silly Betty Boop music playing in the background. It suddenly got louder and Betty was booping away about how Kansas was a territory in northern Minnesota, boop boopy do. I was suddenly hanging off the end of a metal ladder, like a fire escape, over a deep black pit. The point of view was stretched like a scene from the Hitchcock movie “Vertigo.”

I woke up.