Dirk Destroyer Part 11 Chapter 5 Part 2
This is the
middle of a chapter that is about a quarter of the way through a
novel that became obsolete before it could be published because
Donald Trump is not mentioned.
For those of
you still reading - my apologies.
“You’ve heard of Jonma.” said Akwar, somewhere between a
question and a statement.
“Necromancy,” I said. “You find a Same, and the Same channels
the thoughts of a dead person. But the Same retains his or her
personality and thoughts; you’re never really sure when a Same is
telling the truth. Even if you’ve dug up old Uriculous from his
hellish vapors, that’s a pretty unreliable way of running your
ministry. That’s why people don’t use Jonma much anymore.”
“That would be true,” said Akwar, who was suddenly no longer
behind me, but standing in front of a door at the end of the hall,
“if we used a Same.” She opened the door into a laboratory.
Wires, tubes, and busy photons festooned the lab-like furnishings.
Facing the door was a round-faced little man with a blank expression.
Three clear tubes sprang out of his largely bald head. Each tube
had a different color liquid running through it, blue and red liquids
flowed in, brown sludgy liquid flowed out.
Suddenly, the face animated. The unfamiliar features took on a
familiar expression. I shook my head in unbelief. “You found a
Claim?” I asked.
“That’s right,” said Akwar. “Meet our Jonma Claim, but you
may call him Director of MOIST, High Priest of the Thirty-Seven
Really Good Ideas, Uriculous the Great!”
“Hello Elmer,” said Jonma Claim with just a hint of a lisp. “I’m
happy you’ll be here for the end.”
“The end of what?” I asked, stupidly.
“The end,” said the Jonma, but before he could complete his
sentence his face spasmed. A second expression, you might see on a
frequently angry person of low intellect momentarily took over the
visage.
“Too shmuch money in shpoliticsch!” he sputtered, throwing a gob
of spittle onto Lustavious’ bandage. “No sHouse or Shenate
member can do sche right shing with sho musch temptaschion!”
“One moment,” said Akwar, adjusting tubes. “Even a Claim
sometimes fights back.”
Claims were people of sub-human intelligence. I wasn’t surprised
that the Claim said something political; that’s where they were
most often found.
Uriculous’ expression reclaimed Jonma Claim, though his eyes looked
a little wild, like he’d just been thrown from horse he’d been
told was safe and now found himself back in the saddle.
“Don’t think my little… interruptions are going to save you and
your Brother, Elmer,” he said. “I’ve had a lot of time to
realize my mistake. Now I have a chance to remove the Destroyer
curse forever, and in Light Bringer Lustavious Brachenhun, I have
just the tool to do it.”
Brachenhun smiled his wide smile. Some people enjoy being called a
tool.
“The problem all along,” said Jonma Claim, “was you.”
“Me? I don’t make any trouble.”
“You bring your brother back,” Uriculous’ host sputtered,
reliably finding Lustavious’ bandage once again.
“I don’t do a thing!” I protested. “I have no idea how Light
Bringers send Dirk into oblivion, or how he comes back. Most of the
time I don’t even know he’s back until I run into another Light
Bringer.”
“That’s true,” said Jonma Claim. “You are stupid…”
Again the Jonma Claim’s face sputtered and spasmed. “Schtupid, I
say! I hardly knew Charles Keeting! We shared an elevator once –
that’sch it! I didn’t take any money! I didn’t fall into
temptation!” This was followed by a screeching caterwaul
punctuated by intermittent hisses. It sounded like two cats were
fighting inside the Jonma Claim. Akwar was busy working tubes.
Lustavious was trying to remove spittle from his bandage using glass
cleaner and a rag.
Jonma Claims are, by definition, among the stupidest humanoids that
walk upright. There was only one reason that Uriculous’ ghost was
having trouble controlling his Jonma Claim – it was that he wasn’t
too bright either.
This came as no shock to me. I knew Uriculous Wisehind. Dirk used
to torment the man mercilessly, and Uriculous’ only response was
the use of governmental power. When people are too stupid to think
for themselves, they gravitate to large punitive collectives like
government to make them feel smart and relevant. Maybe Akwar and
Lustavious were those kind of people as well, because I was the only
person in that room that seemed to be comfortable with the empirical
evidence that Uriculous the Great was actually Uriculous the Dim.
Who else would retranslate a whimsical “don’t bugger the sheep,”
into a planet ruining, “don’t bug the sheep?”
“The transplant is incomplete,” said the restored Uriculous as if
he knew what I was thinking. “Millennia of death spread my
consciousness across the planet. Soon, I will be complete, and in
complete control of this body. Then I will go with you and the Light
Bringer’s party myself and make certain that this time – not only
will Dirk Destroyer be cast into oblivion for all time… but you
will be as well!”
Maybe I was as dim as Uriculous, but I hadn’t seen it coming. All
this time doing everything I could to stay out of trouble and now I
was to be cursed with eternal oblivion?
And what about Dirk? If I was the reason he was able to return from
his torment, was it fair to take that away? Dirk wasn’t a bad guy.
He was kind of fun. Sure, he didn’t have a lot of respect for
Uriculous and others who abused power, but that didn’t seem to be a
crime worthy of eternal oblivion.
Oh no,
trouble for our protagonist! ‘Oh no,’ said my publisher, ‘it
took you this long to create trouble for your protagonist!’ So
much of life is perspective. What’s that? You don’t see it that
way?
Now that
we’ve introduced our first true character-caricature of an active
politician, they’ll start coming faster. If you’re having
trouble identifying these ne’er-do-wells, you can email me at
gfreads@yahoo.com, or you can start a group to read the excerpts
together and discuss it among yourselves.
What? You
thought I didn’t like money?
And now, a political spot from Mr. Bean.
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