“Here come the planes…” – Laurie Anderson
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Erotic Agents Episode 3
“I love the smell of vapor trails the morning”. — the army commander said behind his reflective aviator sun glasses , puffing a cuban cigar.
“These metallic birds”, he continued while waving his hand as if to swat at a fly, “they follow me whenever I go. They are my pets ha,ha… My familiars!…
I see you have a pet as well. your loyal pet gerbil there… what is his name?”
I am not a he, I am a she!” the gerbil stood defiantly on hind legs and spoke, “and I am not his pet, I’m his girlfriend”. Beverly wrapped her little fury arm around mine.
The commander just stared at me cockeyed, for a moment and muttered “yeah…well to each his own” and then peered… in a somewhat heroic gesture, off into the horizon.
“Beverley! you could project through sentient being anything you want… What’s wrong with using your own human body! you have a great body!… Beverley was still animating my pet gerbil “Rocky” body, possessing as it were… leaving my pet rodent’s consciousness in sleepy hibernation.
‘Oh” … replied Beverley in her usual telepathic way, staring at her fury feet, “well I forgot where i put it”.
“These kids today, they don’t take care of their bodies”, shouted the commander.. “Always worrying about someone else… Always wanting to be someplace else.
Why bother being anywhere at all, when you are always looking for somewhere else to be or someone else to be.”
“Why bother being anywhere when you can be Everywhere.” replied Bev under her breath. (metaphorically of course. It had been so long since any of us actually used our breath, or our lips to speak… but I digress.)
But the commander was right, Along the way some was eating these kids up. “Big Momma was assimilating” as Beverly would say. Big Momma would show these kids somewhere else to be, selling them on being someone else to be: all the while sucking up there dignity. She was eating them up, telling them her little white lies in her soft sweet alluring voice, and everyone thought it was ok.
Everyone thought it would be ok, because deep down they wanted to feel safe. Big momma was said she would make everything ok. But she had secrets…
” A thousand of her children she adopted who had given up there souls for lunch, now feasting upon the innocence of others!”
As Beverly once said to me.
This was the present we created for ourselves long ago — it was only the future back then. Never satisfied, always coveting what was over there, what could be (instead what is) . Big Momma told people you can go anywhere you want, the greenest pastures… as long we told her where we where going, and who we spoke to along the way, and what products we bought. Big Momma would take care of the details and make it all safe.
What was big Momma? the technological dreams of scientist and engineers who thought they could invent a better world. computer chips and, microwave were used as ways to help mankind… but when they became the choice of means of “transcendence for all mankind,” as they sold to us: it all went wrong. but I will save that story for another time.
Simply and poetically put: Gaea was replaced with Big Momma.
….Poetry. it has been so long since i wrote a poem; or even read one..
Spoken word just never sounds the same with telepathic projection.
A while back, some wise guy hacker broke into Big Mommas system and changed the Voice generators. Whenever anyone thought a poem, or just read one to himself it sounded like the voice of Joan Rivers. The horror.. The horror.:
One would read “The love song of J.Alfred Prufrock” be Elliot:
“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats”
… and now:
“Can We Talk, OH!!!”
Truly terrible. But the truth was what I really hated about telepathy was the lack of privacy, by design. No one could mutter under their breaths anymore. Arbitrary questions like: “do these jeans make me look fat?” are now always answered with truth. It turns out the most people don’t like the truth as much-as they say they do. But we already new that.
But I will save that story for another time as well.
“Ok. it looks all clear ahead”. said the commander, finishing his cigar, “Why don’t you and Minny Mouse get your gear together. Its time for us to get a move on…
Where we were heading was a wasteland. We were told this was where it all began….