Talkative

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a jail cell talk from the near future

Submitted: May 01, 2008

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Sorry, but I’m gonna be a little talkative, a little garrulous. Don’t know why. OK, I probably do know why, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to tell you. Even in my ready-to-share state. But, you know what, you look forgiving. I think its gonna be OK. Maybe even cheer you up a little. I dunno. It’s not like I can shut up. Yeah, I’m a little conversational. In a one-sided kind of way.
 
Let me start by telling you that for Lent I gave up the comfort of religion. I’ve been working on that line, but I can see you’re not that impressed. Maybe you didn’t have the privilege of the company of religiosities like I did at certain times in my life. Maybe you are a believer – don’t look like one, but maybe you are. And my apologies for any offence caused. Just a personal statement you see, not a comment on the whole state of theology.
 
You don’t say much do you? Not that I’m giving you a chance. Yes, I gave up on church altogether the day they announced they’d cloned Jesus. Not that I’d been attending church within recent memory. Not that anyone missed me. But the cloned Jesus phenomena closed the book for me, finito, in my own private view of things.
 
I have to admit it’s been very successful though, don’t you think. The cloning thing.Actual genetic lineage is debatable but someone has managed to churn out a type of charismatic, caring, slightly unstable person with a penchant for wild statements and dramatic gestures.
 
I find it interesting that groups of people follow him about. Well, follow them about, because, as you know, there’s more than one. Lots of Jesuses, lots of groups, lots of miracles and gatherings. 
 
Probably helps that most of the BBs have Alzheimer’s now. Perhaps they think they’ve recovered their reactionary youth. And don’t try telling me the drugs help. Because they don’t. Those BBs aren’t fooling anyone.
 
Stop me if I’m boring you, its bit hard to tell with you isn’t it?
 
At least the Jesus groups still have the hallmarks of reasonably normal, deluded human behaviour. People come, people go. Disciples fade away. The Mod groups are another matter. They creep me out. You look blank, don’t tell me you haven’t come across those. You must’ve seen those weird little antisocial groups wandering around ignoring everybody else.That’s what comes from a disturbing amount of genetic enhancement. They’ve all decided just how anti-social they want to be and just how many people they’re prepared to interact with.Smaller groups are all the go. The smaller the group, the bigger the brain, is how the thinking goes.Mod 12 is the biggest group I’ve ever seen - even the very smart don’t want to hang out with only one or two others all with a severe case of Asperger’s. And you won’t see a mod 10, there’s no way to show off your giant brain that way. 
 
Personally, mod 1 is all I can handle right now and I think you believe me when I say there’s no enhancement of any kind going on here.
 
You can see my tatts, but they’re just the standard sort of immunisation thing. The forcible tatts, you know, guess you haven’t got any yet.And guess you haven’t learned which ones to be impressed by, cos, let me tell you, nobody in this part of the world is boasting about having an ordinary brain in an ordinary body.
 
Yeah, I sometimes envy you simple lifers. Just lifers everyone here calls you, you know that? Sentenced to life imprisonment. Go slow, eat beans. No modifications whatsoever. The simple life. Sounds good to me right now. Actually sounds real good, real lazy kind of slow. You know, I think I might just lie down. Stop all this pacing. No, I’m OK, really just tired, all of a sudden.
 
So how’d you get in here anyway? Not meant to ask, I know. But seems pretty extraordinary that you’re here at all. Didn’t think you were allowed to leave the happy valleys. Come on. Keep me entertained while I have a rest.
 
Don’t want to talk about it, huh? Maybe you’re in shock. Don’t blame you, feel like that myself half the time and I was born here. I’m thinking maybe you ran away. Maybe mod135 or whatever it is got too much for you. And you know there’s nothing like coming to a city to hide. Soul destroying, drives you crazy, but you can keep secrets. Imagine everyone knows everyone else’s business out there on the farm.
 
I know your ear hurts. You got buzzed you know. Buzzed, buzzed like a mosquito sound. No, no not real ones an electronic noise. Me, I’m too old to hear it now. And that’s OK, there’s gotta be some advantages to natural ageing. Me, I’m about five hundred years old. Just kidding, but feels like it. In my natural unadorned state, well, that’s a silent type of guy. Morose even. Which strangely enough is not the person I think I am. Strange but true, human nature. So I just take a little something, every now and then, and yeah that’s why I’m here. You’d think they had better things to worry about, bigger fish to fry.
 
No, I’m not clean, no. Why’d you think I’m talking so much? Natural perkiness? And you gotta stop pulling at your ear. Don’t tell me you didn’t see the laser sign? Just walked through the water did you?They say it’s clean, but it is grey water. And a pretty dark shade of grey, if you ask me. 
 
Look, but don’t worry, you’ll have your tatts soon and they’ll fight off anything too drastic. You may not want them, but you’re gonna get them. 
 
What the…….OK, OK, looks like its totally gross time. Pardon me if I don’t get up and help, but somehow I’m the extreme sloth all of a sudden.
 
Don’t get upset. It happens. Don’t worry about it. Look at you, in this totally new situation, just been buzzed, fresh from the farm. What do you expect?
 
No need to panic, they’re self-cleaning clothes buddy. There’s no ANA lobby in the police force. Same stuff in the blankets too and on the floors probably. Keeps it clean and look you’ve gotta keep the clothes on, keep them on mate, the nanotechs are bonded in. You’ll be OK, don’t want them noticing anything weird going on, you’re strange enough as it is. 
 
Yeah, yeah it’s OK now, have a drink of water. It’s pure, it’s pure! If you’re gonna live here, gotta drink the water. 
 
Look, I’m thinking I’ve got to go now, got to just f f fade away. I know I don’t look like the source of all wisdom, but take my advice, listen up, as they say. Mr Chatty has street smarts. All you’ve got is paddock smarts and they’re not the same. Not the same at all.


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