Saturday, May 04, 2013
Choosing a Proverb
Deeds takes Look for the silver lining.
Jips, ironist always, Look for the slivered binding.
She doesn't think much of that. Anyway, Registry office
okays hers, but his already taken by a man in Maine.
All those pine trees! thinks Jips.
Jips has to teleport there and meet him. Exact clone,
of course. But this other Jips simply nods and brushes
past into the machine and is gone.
So that's the deal? Well, why not try it here? He asks the man
running the store to tell him where he lives.
Claims he has bumped his head.
Mr Orgonz explains he's delivering the goods
for a year’s order to him anyway, so why not
ride along in the thousand year old Chevvie truck?
After he helps the old man put the order away,
he starts looking around the rustic cabin on the
spooky lake.
Quite a good communications setup, so he messages
himself, his clone really. "Her face quizzy-weird since
u say Deidre. Likes Deeds."
Other Jips has books, he discovers. Must be old fashioned type.
And bookbinding machinery. Soon the store man
starts delivering some for repair.
Simple stuff he can figure out, but a few Bibles need
an experienced craftsman. So, he studies online with the same
irascible Norwegian his clone had.
After a year, though Jips is repeatedly called a blockhead,
the Norwegian posts a beautiful
certificate at the general store. It’s in Norwegian
and gorgeously engraved.
Orgonz frames it and delivers many more books.
After a year also he turns on his old household cameras.
Everything looks the same, as do Deeds and
new Jips. Except she's pregnant.
He remembers jealously, but is too happy for it.
Long book short, little Deeds messages him from
time to time now. She wants to visit. Speaks of all
their lives as odd. Most especially that of her
parents! He answers that Life is indeed strange,
but you go on from there.
She registers that as her proverb.
Deeds takes Look for the silver lining.
Jips, ironist always, Look for the slivered binding.
She doesn't think much of that. Anyway, Registry office
okays hers, but his already taken by a man in Maine.
All those pine trees! thinks Jips.
Jips has to teleport there and meet him. Exact clone,
of course. But this other Jips simply nods and brushes
past into the machine and is gone.
So that's the deal? Well, why not try it here? He asks the man
running the store to tell him where he lives.
Claims he has bumped his head.
Mr Orgonz explains he's delivering the goods
for a year’s order to him anyway, so why not
ride along in the thousand year old Chevvie truck?
After he helps the old man put the order away,
he starts looking around the rustic cabin on the
spooky lake.
Quite a good communications setup, so he messages
himself, his clone really. "Her face quizzy-weird since
u say Deidre. Likes Deeds."
Other Jips has books, he discovers. Must be old fashioned type.
And bookbinding machinery. Soon the store man
starts delivering some for repair.
Simple stuff he can figure out, but a few Bibles need
an experienced craftsman. So, he studies online with the same
irascible Norwegian his clone had.
After a year, though Jips is repeatedly called a blockhead,
the Norwegian posts a beautiful
certificate at the general store. It’s in Norwegian
and gorgeously engraved.
Orgonz frames it and delivers many more books.
After a year also he turns on his old household cameras.
Everything looks the same, as do Deeds and
new Jips. Except she's pregnant.
He remembers jealously, but is too happy for it.
Long book short, little Deeds messages him from
time to time now. She wants to visit. Speaks of all
their lives as odd. Most especially that of her
parents! He answers that Life is indeed strange,
but you go on from there.
She registers that as her proverb.
Labels: book, clone, future, proverbs, teleporting
Friday, October 26, 2012
Agent
-Look! You're the artist. You hafta figure out how, but you must change. I can't get you any work at present. And with year 3000
coming up...?
-Well I'm trying like hell but you know that I'm a clone. Of other clones, actually. The original me was born in the nineteen forties. Then the acting prototype was Alan Ladd.
And for the tearjerkers, George Brent
who wore a sports jacket consisting of shoulder pads, and was abnormally
sensitive to the ladies.
-Yeah? Never mind that last horseradish.
Alan Ladd and Humphrey Bogart were film noir. After three nuclear wars, that sorta evil considered incredibly bush.
-That noir stuff still permeates me. I can’t help it. Some prof at USC is starting a group, though. For clones in the movie industry.
-Well, anyway...hold on!...may be something after all. Jeanine’s telepathing me about another screwing-a-robot film. Yeah!
You get lustful with one and then--
with a nod to the girls–-actually fall in love. Hell of a plot!
-I'll take it!
-It's a boy robot.
-I go either way--due to the times.
-That's a start towards solving our big problem! You’re a handsome young
man in any age. That should always
mean money!
-Look! You're the artist. You hafta figure out how, but you must change. I can't get you any work at present. And with year 3000
coming up...?
-Well I'm trying like hell but you know that I'm a clone. Of other clones, actually. The original me was born in the nineteen forties. Then the acting prototype was Alan Ladd.
And for the tearjerkers, George Brent
who wore a sports jacket consisting of shoulder pads, and was abnormally
sensitive to the ladies.
-Yeah? Never mind that last horseradish.
Alan Ladd and Humphrey Bogart were film noir. After three nuclear wars, that sorta evil considered incredibly bush.
-That noir stuff still permeates me. I can’t help it. Some prof at USC is starting a group, though. For clones in the movie industry.
-Well, anyway...hold on!...may be something after all. Jeanine’s telepathing me about another screwing-a-robot film. Yeah!
You get lustful with one and then--
with a nod to the girls–-actually fall in love. Hell of a plot!
-I'll take it!
-It's a boy robot.
-I go either way--due to the times.
-That's a start towards solving our big problem! You’re a handsome young
man in any age. That should always
mean money!
Labels: clone, future, Hollywood, robot
