chairman 13 - assignment in mongolia

by fred flynn

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moving right along, eddie smith 1 asserted confidently, as he took a sip of the warm water he had been provided with. on the other side of the small desk, joey gazed at eddie like a basilisk, although eddie was not sure what a basilisk was. do you personally only want what is rightfully yours? what else would i want? you are the ruler of the universe. why do you not demand what is rightfully yours? i do. do you get it? sometimes. what percentage of times that you demand what is rightfully yours do you get it? i told you, i am not good at math. take a guess. i do not guess. i know things. humor me. you seem to need a lot of humoring, if you do not mind my saying so. eddie sighed. i guess i do. i am not as good at making these questions as i thought i was. but let me ask you one last question. and then i will let you go. go for it. a revolution is being totally restructuring humanity worldwide. you have been assigned to a work battalion building a new 10,000 bed hospital in momgolia. do you accept the assignment or do you join a reactionary secret society that seeks to subvert and overthrow the revolution? what kind of a question is that to ask the emperor of the universe? or the right fielder fpr the new york yankees? at that moment there was a knock on the door of the little office they had been provided with. the door opened, revealing charles ashley and two uniformed security guards who might have been cyborgs. time’s up, charles told eddie. how did it go? not so great, eddie sdmitted. but i thank you for the opportumity. am i free to go? yes, but report back here tomorrow at 9 am for a final hearing in your case. room 796. can i bring an attorney? you can bring anybody you want who can fit in the room. what if i do not show up? you do not want to know. what about me? joey asked charles. you are free to go. what about my gift certificate? pick it up at the front desk on your way out. to be continued

empty dream highway #1

by nick nelson

adam had a yankees cap he wore it on his head and when the yankees lost the game he wished that he were dead adam went home to his room and threw himself upon the bed and felt that life was meaningless just like the gypsy said he stared up at the ceiling because his soul was crushed and thought of jumping off a bridge but there was no rush after mature consideration he decided to go back out and grab the world by the collar and in its face to shout he took the elevator and went down to the street and there upon the pavement a stranger he did meet the stranger wore a hat of black and a coat of darkest gray and his bearded visage bore the stamp of one with things to say i have a message for the world he declared without ado all must heed my fiery words and this includes you each day i test my theories in the streets and in the parks perhaps you have heard of me my name is karl marx i respect all viewpoints adam replied politely and agree the world should be improved it is at present most unsightly the prophet carried a knapsack and now he reached into it and extracted a little booklet but away the wind blew it it blew it down the highway and across the desert bare which might be most unfortunate as it had much to share adam went upon his way bidding goodbye to the sage may his progress be enacted upon some other stage