To Start Click Here I loved my Job. And I woke up, and the sky was the color of a tv screen turned to a dead channel, and the rain was drizzling down like static sizzling on that dead tv screen, surely a scene as would bum anybody with a soul out, but I didn't give a damn. . . I had my Job. "Any technoprince, who would engineer the perfect society, must never underestimate the masochistic need of the lower classes to be punished". --Dr. Henry Yu, from THE HEAVENLY MATRIX /vtsmg?disk+216.33.236.49_d11644&login=Yu&f=39028&_r=6290 I didn't wash up, comb my hair, brush my teeth, none of that other kind of shit you got to do. If you was me, you could do my job naked and in bed. If you was me, you wouldn't have no armpits to wash, no hair or teeth. It helped me do the Job better. "Tuesday, June the l0th, 200_ at 5:00 pm in the evening, ______________, w/f/23, single, was crossing the street after picking her child up from the babysitters when they were killed by a hit and run driver. There There were no witnesses and no leads." Bullshit. The above information appeared on all wire services and APB's and net news and news programs in one form or another. Bullshit. Not the part about the dead prole and her baby who they were still scraping off the street. They were dead. Mighty dead and splattered like a pair of Maybugs on a Mack Truck radiator. Was that a good--how you say, metaphor? I don't know sometimes. The part about no witnesses. Well, maybe that was true. I mean, if a million people see something and say they don't, it don't exist, do it? That's what Dr. Yu says. Bunches of people saw what happened. It was rush hour, dammit. But anybody who knew what was good for 'em wouldn't say they seen jack. So I guess it was true. It was why I had the Job. And the part about no leads. That was a lie, too. And that, too, was why I had the Job. It was a heinous crime, even if it was an accident it showed gross disregard for human safety, I mean the vehicle was traveling at l62.36549km on a crowded city street at rushour, roaring like--how you say, a rat out of hell-- and somebody had to be punished for it. That was my Job. Me. The MOP. Oh, my job was not to track down the real killer and take him in, like your Inspector Prudeau or Sam Spade or Barnaby Jones or somebody, to findthe real hit and run killer, the lousy dog that had been barrelling along in the nuclear powered six wheeled Polish Army scout car at almost 162.36549km/hr, in flagrant disregard for human life. I knew who that was. He was not going to be touched. As usual. No my job was to find some unsuspecting shmuck, some bastard with no connections and no money, who no doubt had been minding his own business someplace else when this happened, and pin it on him. What's that Dr. Yu said about the need of the lower classes to be punished.? I loved to find some holier than thou, square ass, tight ass solid citizen, again, taking care he was from a background and family that didn't have no juice to make a stink and get out of it, and pin it on him. That's just what I did. Got on my cyberhorses. Did a search. Found him, a guy who should have had "Jerk" "Squareass", "Shmuck" tattoed beneath the barcode on his forehead. Or maybe--how you say it?-- "sacrificial goat" or "scapesheep" Age unimportant, race unimportant, height weight and eyes unimportant, he would provide all that, the only thing I had to make sure not only did he have no Juice, or his mama or papa or wife didn't have no Juice,or that he was not related or employed by anybody who had any Juice. You know, Juice. Money. Power. Birth. Connections. Influence. If I did that I might not like the job so good I might get shut off "The average person in society is but a scaffold to hold the schemes plans and dreams of the great Men of society" --Dr. Henry Yu GENETIPOWER .../nextprev?disk=216.33.236.40_d1164&lgoin Dr. Yu stole that one. Anyway, I found a such a person. Or rather, I found a name. That was all They needed.. I then sent it into the system. They would do the rest. Like they have since the day you humans decided it might be better to try to pool your efforts. Make a go of it together. Right. Arrest him. Beat a confession out of him. Phony up whatever evidence needed to convict him. the public would be satisfied. One of their own, another little nobody, scuttlefish would be tarred and feathered and hung and they'd go back to sleep afterwards secure and full of the notion that all was well. Because they had got the evildoer, he was punished,and it was one of them. Not one of the Beautiful People, the DemiGods, their Idols and Role Models, the ones they fawned and worshipped and licked like--how you say?--hogs. Not one of Them. One of them. "And Man made God in his own Image" --Dr. Henry Yu, from "Who's On First, Anyway?" http://dir.sergot.mepos.com/Arts/Movies/Chats_ I sent the name in and shutdown. My part in it was over. If I had eyes I could see the mark , protesting his innocence. Talking about truth and justice. If I had a body maybe I'd go down there, stand around while they worked him over maybe get in a few licks myself. If I had ears, I could hear him talk about Truth and Justice, two things that have never existed in the World or Mind of Man, save as things to pervert and distort, as Yu tells us, all them things he did, no doubt, while someother fish was getting the shaft. All them other things he did and believed before it was his turn in the barrel. He'd go on like that for a while. Then mercifully his prole mind would kick in. And he'd start thinking , "hey, why would they do this if I wasn't good for something?" That was the delicious part. When their stupid, bovine, lemminglike minds started going along with the whole charade, as they'd been trained to do from birth. Or maybe he wouldn't Maybe he'd goto the pit, screaming, realizing the awful shaft job that had been done to him, the truth at last, the truth folks like H.G. Wells, and Jesus and Monster Kody had been trying to tell them for thousands of years. And Dr. Yu, of course. The truth of the pyramid. That society is like the pyramid, there's millions and millions of rocks in it, but all them rocks are holding up just one rock at the top, and God, Macro or Microcosmic, help you if you aint that one on top. I did so love my Job