Stupor
At first the changes weren't noticable. Idle chatter about how smart and better than other babies yours were. Then later the feelings. A parent should never feel as these people felt. They never knew what hit them. Genius on a scale never before seen. By two the child had credentialed a college degree. By three it had formed it's first successfull company. By four it owned a sixth of the worlds GDP. No one could have seen it coming. The parents, deluded, counted themselves lucky. They counted themselves the benificiaries of luck and breeding. What no one knew was the plans of a child who by seven would rule the world through a network of interconnecting computer networks and companies. By the time anyone really suspected anything it was too late. The time had passed for stopping it through conventional means. Now was time to call in the underground.
Low places in tight spaces. All the bars and meeting houses in this small town were down stairs. Most smelled of urine. The stairways. Old and dank like drunks in the park after it finally warms up after winter. Then inside to an overwarm room filled with a chaos of music and activity. All of them totally willing to stare stupidly as the police moved in. Asking how it could happen. How could they be busted. But new spots sprang up three times as fast as they were shut down. Now most of the inner areas were never patrolled. Law here feared for its life like the rest of mankind. And surely, no small child, no matter how smart, was gonna be walking here at night without and army backing it. I followed, knowing we had little to fear of arrest tonight. The room we walked towards was hidden by old beer crates and wine cartons. Looked to be a freezer. Inside was a much larger room. Part office, part lab. I could only guess what a hidden room in this area with a lab was producing, but my job wasn't asking silly questions. Come to think of it, I wasn't even sure I had a job. Just that I was asked to help a friend and there he was right in front of me. Following the hired help, to a meeting with Potka Nuerve. Thats what he called himself, but no one had ever found it listed anywhere. No one really knew who he was or where he came from. He just was. Feeding off the failings of society a bit better than most. Always rising above the masses, and forever landing on his feet when the law closed in. Word had it he had gotten off of so many crimes the judges banned the police from arresting him for fear of lawsuits. Well there he sat.
I have seen the Hour of Temptation come to man. I failed miserably. But hey. I can be forgiven. It is here tho. Now, We all face it. Who is right, and who is wrong will soon be decided quite quickly. You ready?
What are sins? Some have said they are but theft. Stealing each and every one. Some have said lust. Greed. Rebelliousness. Yet what are words, and the wars we fight over their meaning when soon all will be as nothing.
Insane? Why sure I am. As are you. Admitting a problem is the first step in solving it. But I only implied I was insane. Not that it is a problem. So far my insanity hasn't caused me alot of problems. Mostly my problems are caused by my mouth. My mouth and those damnded voices in my head.
Most sin can be laid at the feet of the lazy. To lazy to work steal. To lazy to leave your house order in. We are all lazy. Except those assholes who want to work themselves to death. They aren't lazy. Just idiots. Who expect the rest of us to want to wake up before noon, and swear off drinking. Just because they can't sleep or hold their booze doesn't mean I want to.
This asshole looked like he had the monopoly on lazy. But you don't become the head of an underground drug ring of this size by being lazy. There he sat, or ozzed. Hard to tell with all the sweat covered flesh sliding this way and that in the plastic chair he covered. I knew I shouldn't but I laughed. It didn't start as a laugh, but before long that is what it was. All eyes were on me and I knew I was fucked. No matter what I did from here on out, I would probabaly end up dead. So I laughed harder. Slapping myself on the leg, and leaning forward. Before long the guards were smiling, and the fat man who I had never heard speak started squelling in a voice several octives higher than any man I had ever met before. This caused outright laughs from his hired help, and I took the moment to sneak my calf gun down my leg, and popped the fat bastard right between the eyes.
All was quiet. The room smelled of blood, and cordite. We all stood still, motionless. Each waiting a move from the others to act. It was then the fat bastard in death did something he would never have done in life. He averted gunfire and bloodshed. He acted in a way as to encourage peace. The fat bastard let out the longest most rank fart I have yet to witness. With it's final tooting strains, calling out like a trumpet in the hands of a small child, we all laughed. So much for striking a deal with the Devil. Maybe I should just stay below tho. No one had ever seen this fool. And I bet for more cash, every one of the goons in this room would gladly do the jobs they were already doing, never realizing they didn't need me. Yeah that's how I took over the BSA underground. And to think my Mom said I'd never go places.
