Nocturnal Emissions
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“No shit,” said the commander. “Can you imagine if that thing had thrown two or three more words into the lyrics? Total fucking breakdown.”
“Chaos,” the man in the wheelchair muttered to himself in terrible awe.
His chair pivoted as he took in the monitoring stations set around the room.
This one little room, and this handful of human beings…all that kept the Continuum intact. And the Continuity Agent, of course. But, now they had been forced to take him down.
“We’re gonna be okay, aren’t we, Doc?” The commander sounded uncustomarily unsure, even nervous. A crisis of this magnitude had never occurred before.
“Yes, Chief,” the man in the wheelchair reassured him, “but we have some work to do.”
#15: All’s Well That Ends Well
And so I, Fetch Vardoger, have continued to live in this town of Gosston, and continued to work for Nepenthe Pharmaceuticals. I am still in my tiny studio apartment, and I have not been dating anyone, but that’s okay right now. I feel some degree of order has been restored to my life, since my bed partner of bedlam has been removed. But I must confess that I have felt my eyes grow damp when I see those cookies she liked in the market, and also a few times when I was watching TV alone at night in my much, much too large and empty bed.
Last night, in fact, I openly cried while watching TV from my bed…but they were bittersweet tears.
I had been thumbing through the channels, watching a bit of this, a bite of that. A history program about some war or other, a nature program about animals, a soft-core movie with terrible acting and fake sex. And then, purely by chance, I stumbled across that channel…
And there he was—in his white greasepaint, with the red dots on his cheeks and red lipstick, his eyes ringed in black kohl. His hair (yes, a wig, I decided) all curly crimson red and bushing out from beneath his black top hat, drooping to one side like a crushed stovepipe, ringed with its lime green satin ribbon. As always, smiling glassy-eyed into the camera, singing, “Silicone Swirl you make me feel like a girl…oh Silicooone…Silicone Swirl” over and over.
What was this? I sat up in bed, perplexed. Had the fragmentary reports and rumors I’d gleaned from other channels, and my own extrapolation, all been wrong? Had the Continuity Agent not been killed? Or had he been resurrected somehow? Surely it couldn’t be a rerun—it didn’t work that way.
Then, I looked a bit more closely, as he did his little soft-shoe dance, twirling around and opening his coat at the lyric, “You make me feel like a girl,”
to reveal two swirling designs that spun around and around over his breasts like twin hypnotic vortexes. “Silicone Swiiiiiirl…Silicone Swirl,” he sang, dancing backward away from the camera then forward, closer, again. Close enough for me to see that the shape of his eyes was different from what I remembered. The showman’s eyes had something of an epicanthic fold to them, this time, like an Oriental person. And that never-faltering grin—it was a bit lopsided, higher on the right, the teeth very white but a little crookedly uneven.
That was when my eyes started to well up.
I hoped that enough people would watch her to make her feel real. She looked happy enough, at any rate. She had found her balance, and was giving us all balance in turn. As much balance as any of us can expect, at least.
I know I’ll watch her every night, and maybe not feel so alone. I will fall asleep under her watchful gaze, warmed under the glowing blue cathode blanket projected from her endearing grin.
I just wish those watchful eyes were not such an unnatural shade of green.
About the Author
JEFFREY THOMAS is the author of the following books from Dark Regions Press: THE FALL OF HADES, VOICES FROM HADES, VOICES FROM PUNKTOWN, THOUGHT FORMS and DOOMSDAYS. Other of his books include PUNKTOWN, BLUE WAR, DEADSTOCK, HEALTH AGENT, MONSTROCITY, LETTERS FROM HADES and A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: THE DREAM DEALERS. Some of his short stories have appeared in such books as THE YEAR’S BEST FANTASY AND HORROR, THE YEAR’S BEST HORROR STORIES, THE SOLARIS BOOK OF NEW SCIENCE FICTION and THE THACKERY T. LAMBSHEAD POCKET GUIDE TO ECCENTRIC AND DISCREDITED DISEASES. He lives in Massachusetts, and his blog can be found at: www.JeffreyEThomas.com/blog/
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