Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Dreaming the Future
Councils
He dreams continuously of screwing small brass parts together,
and awakes exhausted, with stiff and throbbing fingers.
Night after night. Finally, gets permission to present his
case to the Dream Council.
All listen thoughtfully except a quite fat woman. "Now you
know what it feels like to actually WORK!"
He assures her that his meet-greet job involving immigrants
can be tiring: keeping up the smile and patter etc.
“I don't understand all these song-and-dance positions. And why
do we even need an Immigrant Council? They get everything
they want already. At the expense of true Americans!”
She later insists her remarks be stricken from the record.
Meets him later at the compulsory coffee. "I'm sorry to undermine
your real work, but getting tired of all the whining, especially
from Spick-e-os, and the Black and Yellow Perils." She chomps
a danish menacingly.
He puts the small black square from the council under his pillow that night and sleeps well, but wakes thinking of the virulent fat woman.
He would have reported her to The Surveillance Council, but anyone who did was, in turn, intensely shadowed in minute by minute life and online.
It had been six years with one couple he knew, and they even
invited one of their trailers to their Wedding Anniversary party.
Originally, they had made the mistake of complaining about a neighbor's uproarious Nazi Sing-Alongs.
Surveillance Council, in sum, ended up with virtually no work and
thus became a natural berth for politician's sons and daughters,
their parties legendary.
Labels: council, future, government, immigration, Nepotism, surveillance
