SIGNALS & PATHOS
SIGNALS & PATHOS
(I) 10 October, 2319. The Plan.
son: Blackie and I are to kidnap her. That's the plan.
(II) 13 October, 2319. Notes From the Lab:
We'll wear disguises and headsets and hide in the bushes outside her window. Blackie's trained Fredrick, his goose, to speak fluent French and sing beautifully. Fredrick will sing "Ma Vie En Rose" while Blackie strums along on the mandolin.
(III) 15 October, 2319. Recorded Conversation Regarding The Fundamental Ideology of the Victim's Athetotic Speech and its Relation to Radio Frequency
"There's one small problem. I've done my research.
In the electronic e.g.f., A Psychoanalytic Study
of Female Sexuality and Its Relation to Radio Frequencies, by a
bespectacled hunk of a woman named Eda Van, figure 37.c in "Chapter
3: High Frequency (HF) 3.0-30 MHz" there's a poorly sketched ionosphere
with italic text that only partially explains the problem of signals not
getting absorbed from the ionosphere without any tiny vee.(D). worth of
(IV) 19 October, 2319. Notes From the Lab:
Finished the e.g.f.. Eda Van somehow still manages to provide the weirdest and yet most detailed account of the differences between athetotic and spastic speech and stuttering as they pertain, in various ways, to psychological and sexual tension. This is very interesting to me. Picture two meaty women on serious steroids, freshly showered and toweled off, naked and grinning gap-toothed at each other while lying on a bearskin rug, when suddenly one of the women's sinuses becomes clogged right in the middle of her authoritative confessionand you'll have an dea of what Van here is talking about when she mentions that nasality in speech simply results from stress-related paralysis of the palatal muscles. The whole fundamental basis of Van's thesis concerning sexual anxiety and paralysis in women is to fall sideways for.
(V) 23 October, 2319. The Event:
The abrupt event unfolds to an ending as thus: A few
hours before dawn, and Blackie and I are in the bushes, at least 100 yards
from each other. Poor Fredrick is down with the flu, but he's agreed
to sing. The silence of the night is like perfect gravity in harmony with
the universe. At the precise moment, Blackie begins strumming his mandolin,
playing with all his will like his green card depends on it.
If it means anything, and I'm sure it doesn't, the inspiration came from listening to Urge Overkill's "Today is Blackie's Birthday." The story has absolutely nothing to do with the song. The piece is excerpted from something quite a bit longer, but altered, distorted, mostly disguised except for the dialogue. To avoid sounding cliche, I've always felt like good fiction should be meditative and cool and make you look at something in a different way. I was interested in a futuristic glimpse of two young psychopaths planning a kidnap. These two, being highly cerebral and smart and weird, are actually bumbling schmucks, more interested in radio frequencies and athetotic speech disorders/stuttering than they are to their intentions and the consequences regarding kidnapping the girl with the cleft palate.