[ kaushik rajnikant mody
Doctor Kawani was impressed. The little monkey _was_ able to punch
out a semi-understandable story. There was plenty left to be
desired, but still, the mind control research was doing alright.
It seemed that the driver was jumping from thoughts too quickly and
the monkey lost some of the concepts somewhere - or maybe the
thoughts were not being translated as well as it might seem. He'd
have to check with Carol. He
looked over at the young co-ed strapped into her seat. Doctor Kawani
smiled at how willing she was to do anything to further the cause of
literature on this planet. Convincing her that she could mind-meld
with a monkey at some abstract levels was the easy part - why she
needed to be in a bikini while doing it was the difficult part.
Crouched, the monkey swayed excitedly, shifting her weight from limb
to limb. It was almost to perfect. The naked headed one they called
Kawani would serve nicely as a...what was the word...tool, yes.
Grounding thoughts into a trite concreteness was a trying task, but
Kongee reminded herself that it would have its rewards. The littler
one once spoke of someone saying 'convictions are more dangerous foes
of truth than lies'...who was that...Nietz...? Kongee heaved a heavy
sigh, eliciting the attentions of both Dr. Kawani and Carol. All to
often Dr. Kawani had slashed the comments of Carol with his heavy
sworded tongue, "save that for your uneducated friends" he'd hiss,
leaving Kongee with an incomplete assortment of thoughts. Kongee
smirked, yes, it would definitely be easier to handle the bald one.
Who else is easier to manipulate then the one who believes that they
are the manipulator.
Carol cooed. "Oh look, she's smiling."
Suddenly the door swung open flooding the once dark and dank laboratory
with rays of sunlight. The Doctor, Carol, and the hairy beast they
called Kongee covered their eyes with their forearms. A silloutte of a
man stood in the doorway. He tipped his fedora towards the little lady,
and pulled his trusty roscoe on an already squawking Kawani.
"Close your yap, bo, or I squirt metal! I'm gonna give you the goings
over once so listen closely, cue ball." The man wearing the fedora
got in close to Kawani, not worried the dame would cause any
troubles."It's simple, Kojak. Your gonna give me the key to
the cage your friend is in...and I'm gonna walk outta here with
the monkey,free as a bird."
Kawani shook his head still looking startled from the fedora man's
entrance. "Ok chief, but I just wanna know one thing....who the HELL
are you?"
The fedora man snatched the key from Kawani, walked by the lady sticking
his tongue out and wiggling it around, opened the cage and grabbed
Kongee by the hand.
Carol squirmed,"What are you....a lizzzzard or something."
"Nope, just a square G trying to make a few century-notes."
Fedora man marched off through the door tossing a card in Kawani's
general direction. It read:
James Spencer Wolcott, SPCA
A little picture of tweety bird plastered the right corner of the
card.
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Wolcott hit the Paradise Arms with monkey in hand. Knocked back
a couple rounds of the hooch and thought sleepy-eyed about the
grift. He knew the gorilla was worth a lot of marbles. The question
was how many? 5 yards, 8 yards, maybe a G? Wolcott knew if
he played his cards right, he'd be sittin' pretty. On the other
hand, Kawani was a hot-head, and he knew the mug would be carrying
a lot a heat from the recent tradeoff. Wolcott hoped the doctor
would get a little lovin' from the twist to calm his senses for the
time being. Wolcott knew who REALLY held the slug with his name
on it....it was Kawani's moll, Carol.
Carol was in shock from the experience and found her comfort in Kawani's
arms. He rubbed her smooth back and told her things would be alright as
he breathed in the fragrance from her hair. "We can always get another
monkey."
Carol tried to push away from him, but he held her tightly. She looked
up at him, the tension still in both their arms. "We need to get Kongee
back - things won't be the same with any other monkey. We weren't doing
anyting wrong, and more than that, we can't let that chump who think's he's
in a cheap 50's gumshoe movie push us around. It's time for the firm
hand of justice to make a fist."
Her statement ended with a kiss that sparked an urgency between the two
of them. Yes, they would get Kongee back...soon.
...Or at least a resonable facsimile thereof, for as they kissed, Dr.
Kawani realized that this whole experiment was a charade. it was
merely a vehicle to exploit one of the many young and impressionable
co-eds that surrounded him day in, day out, every week of every
miserable and lonely month for as long as could stand to remember. As
their lips parted, the Dr. could smell her lipstick on his face and he
couldn't help but think, "I am a middle-aged, out of shape bald
science
professor and I've just kissed and am inches away from a half naked
beautiful girl whose idea of a classic movie is Star Wars." He hadn't
been
this close to a woman, no less one in a bikini, in, well, ever.
"I've gotta go to the bathrrom" Kawani said hurridly. "Got to find
another
monkey. GOT to." he thought as he hustled to the lavoratory.
" Jesus Christ! I can't beleive I kissed a bald middle-aged science
professor!" thought Carol.
*******
Wolcott stared bleary eyed at the bastard standing in front of him in
the
bathroom of the Paradise Arms. Every time he tried to go around him to
get back to the bar, this stranger would counter it and block his
path.
"What's with this yegg?" thought Wolcott," Why's he trying to pick a
tussle with me? He's a snappy dresser I'll give him that, but if he
doesn't
get out of my way I'm gonna give him the what's who."
"Hey you drunk bastard" someone yelled from the urinal. That's a
goddam
mirror! The door's to your left!"
"Yup. That's me allright" thought Wolcott after careful inspection,
"but
who the hell does this guy think he is calling ME a bastard??"
Becoming
suddenly enraged, partially because he was having trouble keeping his
balance, he reached for his trusty piece with the intention of blowing
the
smart ass, rat bastard's dick off. But to his puzzlement, it wasn't
there.
"Lucky fer yous, I cand fine mine gun, but...youb bedder ...chout..
cause...yup." he mumbled towards the guy in the urinal.
Wolcott stumbled his way back to the bar and sat on his fedora which
he
put on his stool so he'd remember where he was sitting.
"Bar keep! I'llsh hab nother!"
"You'll have nothing and get the hell out already. I told you no money
no
sauce." retorted the bartender.
"Right o'right. Whersh my gun?"
"You traded it to me for two shots of whisky about an hour ago."
Wolcott immediately wished he had his gun back so he could get another
two shots of booze.
"Kay, kay. Whersh monkey?" he said as he fumbled around with his
eyes peeled to the floor.
"You lent it to that hooker right after you had your two whiskies you
numb nut!, now GET THE FUCK OUT!" bellowed the bartender.
Wolcott knew this was bad, but he wasn't quite sure why. All he knew
was that he could use a drink and he sure wasn't going to get it
here. He
donned on his crumpled fedora and blew kisses to the bartender and the
only two other people in the bar as he stumbled out the door.
"If that guy were any dumber he'd be Gomer Pyle" muttered the
bartender as he polished a glass.
[ John Kim ]
No amount of liquor was able to wash the latexed pheremones of Carol
off his tongue. His mind spinning, all that inhabited his head were
primitive thoughts of circling Carol. Wolcott tripped over his
scuffed, wingtipped shoes. His face meeting the pavement, inhaling
the grease. And there lay Wolcott, amongst petroleum rainbows,
choking on his lost pot of gold.
In an apartment not far off, heavily overpowered by dirty red velvet
and mismatched stains, Kongee sat. The smells of the room were heavy,
paralyzing complete thoughts with an exacting incision to the brain.
"ooh, hiya cutie...hi...whatcha lookin at huh? whatcha lookin at...you
are a cutie, yes you are! yes you are!"
Her voice was a good hundred hertz higher, and always rising, then
what Kongee could stand. A similar form to Carol, but somewhat more
clothed, this human lacked the articulation of her former subjects.
The empty slurred phrases which this humans seemed only capable of
sharing worried Kongee. Heavy blue markings dressed dilated eyes and
blood red streaks framed yellowed teeth...and the fire which she
inhaled...Kongee was sure she had fallen into savage territory.
===========
The professor had a strangely appealing muskiness, perhaps it was from
all the animals which he worked with, but Carol found herself drawn to
the portly, soft-bellied professor. And perhaps it was the excitement
of the moment which froze all bodily sensations, or just her body
savoring the richness of senses, she still felt those soft padded
hands warming her back. The professor emerged from the bathroom, his
jaw set, his lips pursed. Carol choked down a laugh which
erupted...he did have his charms.
"I have seen that fellow before...Wolcott. I'm sure if we just track
that impetuous bastard down, well..." The professor was breathing
hard, partly feigning his anger while carefully monitoring the
reactions of Carol. He reached out to Carol to emphasize the unity of
their mission, but Carol was busy slipping into her jeans.
I was tired and still drunk off the fumes from last night's little
binge. But I knew one thing, I couldn't stop for some shut eye just yet.
There was too much to be done.
A clean shave and a hot shower kept the lids from rollin'.
I placed a coupl'a fingers of the giggle juice steadily into my
gut, and burned some tobacco pondering my next move. One thing was
for sure, no prostie was gonna flimflamm me out of my piece of the pie.
No sireee!
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First destination... Rico's Ranchhouse. A cosy little shack
on the outskirts of town. The insides held nothing but a few tables, a
bar, and one R-type II video game. The floor was covered in saw dust...
mostly for practical reasons. Often a spill or two of puke hit the floor
on a given night, and the saw dust helped extinguish the odor as well as
the sticky aftermath. And most importantly, there was the stage for the
girls to entertain. They weren't the type of girls you'd take home
to your dear ol'mum. Nonetheless, I wasn't looking for a date to the
church picnic.
Rico's wasn't usually too lively around 4 in the PM. The clientele at
this particular time of day were mostly saps taking advantage of a free
pile of E.Coli infested cheeseburgers and dollar shots of bourbon.
The first thing I noticed walking through the doors was a dour-looking
Kawani stuffing his face with cheeseburgers while playing the R-type
game. I felt comfortable the Doctor wouldn't try anything minus the dame
so I mosied on over. I waited for his last ship to croak and pulled out
a quarter.
"Mind if I join you?"
Kawani looked a bit surprised, but I could tell he was more concerned
with something else. The else was a leggy blond by the name of Carol.
He was dizzy alright... dizzied by a dame.
"Sure. I thought you'd have left town with the chimp by now?"
I told him what happened at the Paradise Arms and he shrugged. "Dames...
they'll get ya one way or another."
I acknowledged the comment with a nod of the head. We played the game
silently for awhile. More like I played and he watched. Got past the
treacherous third stage of R-type where these two ships crowd you
leaving your ship little room to manuever. After that I could tell
Kawani was losing interest in the game so I killed off the rest of my
ships, and with the joystick I scrolled in "JSW" below the other "JSW"'s
on the winner's list.
"Sorry Doc. I'd like to play more, but I'm here on business."
I left him playing another round, and head over to the man
sitting over at the bar. He was of average build with broad shoulders
and a noticeably large head. I patted him on the back and slipped into
the stool beside him.
"Hey, hey....Rico. How are things?"
"Pretty good... What brings a shamus like yourself into a respectable
establishment like this? Last time you were here, I practically dragged
your ass out of here on your belly 'cause you sucked down so much
sauce."
"Well, today is your lucky day. I'm here on business. I'm looking for
one of your girls... she's got my chimp."
"I dunno anythinnn..." I grabbed Rico by the pipes and shoved a shiv
slightly in his left nostril.
"No time for games. I gotta talk with the girl."
"Okay already."
Rico lead me to a back room where the dame he called Chazula stood up to
greet me. She looked a lot better than I had remembered. The skirt was
hittin' all eight that's for sure. She had the monkey, she had me
crawlin back on my hands and knees, and she had Rico in her palms.
She pretended not to recognize me, but she knew me alright. "How can I
help you, sir?"
"For starters you can tell your friend here with the plump noodle to
dangle."
Rico clenched his fists, but before he could get wise Chazula spoke up.
"Rico leave us. I can handle it." She had him alright. Then she turned
to me coldly, "I don't think I can give you whatever it is
you want, mister."
"Enough with the Prostie the Snowman bidness. Where's the chimp?" I felt
around in my coat for iron. This one wasn't gonna be easy.
Two hundred miles away, a humming cigar shaped metallic object splashed
down into the salty waves of mono lake.
2000 miles away from the location where Walcot was programmed to be what
later came to be recognized as ultimate killing machine, life was very
peaceful. Nobody sensed anything unusual in the air. Like last 4 days of
the week, the sun rose at 5:37 am. The rays began to crack the chill of
an early morning. The droplets that had a cozy night within the folds of
flowers were slowly disintigrating.
Stephanie enjoyed running in the garden early in the morning. She was
doing this since her 4th birthday 10 months ago. After few short
sprints, she would quench her thirst with big dews sitting on large
leaves. She curiously watched smaller droplets disintigrate into vapor,
unaware of a powerful force of destruction moving towards this serene
town of hers.
"Carol," the doctor breathed through smiling lips, "I've never seen a girl
glow like this before." Cheeks rosied from drinks at Paradise Arms, her
face warmed by the faint light from the monkey's empty cage, Carol did
indeed seem to glow. She stood leaning against a wall of MRI scans and
charts of exponential IQ growth, with Kawani's arms caging her in. She
eyed the doctor's cute belly and looked back into his eyes with a
mischievous smile.
"Your mind makes me glow," she shrugged, rolling here eyes at all of the
statistics behind her.
But at that moment something caught her eye. It wasn’t anything surprising
or disturbing or something that would change the world. In fact, for the
moment, it was just the opposite.
She cooed, "You even taught Kongee how to do math, you are so smart." The
doctor laughed.
"Don’t flatter me."
A neuron shifted in Carol’s mind. "You did teach them math didn’t you?"
"Carol." The doctor, still a bit dizzy, continued without thinking. "This
has all been a sham, you know. I have no idea how that monkey learned to
type, let alone do math. This was all for you, honey."
Time freezes. Somewhere in the drunken swirl of Carol’s thoughts images
start to flash in front of her. The equations scraped into the side of the
monkey’s cage, High-Score JSW, stark letters "There was this deaf fellow.
His ego forced him to believe that he was perfectly normal." Something was
terribly wrong.
"Carol, are you ok?" Carol wasn’t glowing. Carol was pale. And she was
staring blankly through the skull of Dr. Kawani. "Carol?"
Carol blinked. She was caged by some man’s arms. She ducked, pushed off
from the wall, bounded over the carcass of a chair, and sprinted down the
evacuated hallways. She knew she had a mission, but she did not know quite
what. All she knew was that it had to do with a monkey, and the letters: JSW.
[ cristobal baray
[ Catherine Kim ]
[ Walter
Yang ]
[ cristobal baray
[ catherine kim
[ walter yang ]
Simultaneously, in the disco red velvet interior of Rico's Ranchhouse,
Wolcott felt a churning in his stomach and a throbbing pain
in his skull. They had arrived... like some bad X-files rerun.
Only five days earlier Walcott, in a moment of desperation, had
undergone regression hyponotherapy and a full physical evaluation.
Since then, memories of vicious experiments began to seep into
his consciousness. Perhaps even more disturbing was the fact that
Walcott had awoken from his hypnotic state in a puddle of drool
only to find chunks of his former therapist strewn throughout the
room.
Wolcott had been found wandering through the mojave desert ten years
earlier with radiation burns and a headache that would intensify
whenever he walked near radio antennas. Although Wolcott had no memory
of it, he had been a promising young airforce pilot in the 50's.
In a bizarre turn of events, his U-2 spyplane dissapeared over
the soviet union, presumed shot down. In fact, on that april
day, twenty thousand miles above Minsk, Wolcott would begin
a regimen of alien testing that few humans could survive.
Contrary to the common perception of aliens as teardrop eyed,
large headed freaks, Wolcott had been abducted by an
extremely sophisticated race of monkeys. Horrified by their
brothers subjugation on the Earth, they had begun assembling a
ruthless death squad with the dual mission of liberating monkeys and
exacting sinister punishment on the Kah-wah (monkey torturers).
Walcott was now a sophisticated killing machine, and he had just been
activated.
[ Max N ]
[ kaushik rajnikant mody ]
Chapter Two
[ J Marsh ]
