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1.13.2003
Sam, a relatively young man of great wealth and influence wakes suddenly in the night. A spectre stands over him. He blinks his eyes, wipes at the sleep crusted around the lids and bolts up in his bed. His first response is aggression. For lately his dreams have been disturbing. He has nightmares of loss; loss of power, loss of vitality and most of all, loss of relavence. The world has come to rely on him. People come to him because he has the power and the influence to make things happen, or the power to make things stop happening. Its a narcotic experience that he has come to relish. Now, standing over him, within the confines of his secure zone looms a spectre right out of his nightmares. Chains dangle about his arms and legs and blood is streaked across his clothes. Sam throws off his covers pulls the gun out from under his pillow and stands atop his bed in a quasi-martial arts pose ready to strike. "Ok, who the hell are you, you have ten seconds to get outta here before a pull this trigger!" The spectre raises his hand and begins to speak. Sam fires. Bullets penetrate into the body of the ragged man standing at the end of the bed. The man seems not to notice and gestures to Sam, who has stopped firing the gun and stands amazed. "Come" says the man in a low melodic voice. He starts slowly walking in the direction of the closet door. He opens it and beckons behind him to follow. Sam climbs down off the bed and walks across the room. They both enter and the spectre shuts the door closed behind them. For a moment it is the two beings in the dark of the closet, Sam smells a earthy yet moldy smell from the man beside him. The room starts to brighten and Sam hears the sounds of people singing sorrowful songs and the sounds of battle. They stand upon the shore watching ships arrive. Time slips forward. Men dressed like natives run across fields hunting. More ships arrive. The sailors set up camps near the shores. They begin to explore the land around them. They meet with the natives. The sailors find gold in the rivers. More ships arrive. The sailors bring guns and they bring horses. They round up the natives to gather the gold for them to take away on the ships. Soon more men arrive, bringing their black slaves with them. They build cities and farms and the clashes with the natives become more violent and bloody. Superior weapons are used to subdue the natives and drive them into smaller and smaller regions of their former land. More and more of the ships arrive and soon the land is full of the sailors. They work their slaves to death and kill the natives that resist their expansion. The closet goes dark. Sam still smells the earthy smell of the man standing next to him. "Ok, so you woke me up in the middle of the night to give me a history lesson? You didn't show me anything I didnt already know. I know it isn't pretty, but it was the way things were done then. The colonists were just looking out for their own self interest. They had the means to do it and they did, can you really blame them for that. The Indians would have done the same thing in our shoes. So what's your point?" The earthy smell was gone and there was a knock on the door. Sam opens the closet and looks out into the dimly lit bedroom. A handsome man in a business suit stands there with a grin on hin face. "May I come in?" He doesn't wait for the answer, walks into the closet and closes the door behind him. The darkness returns and Sam smells nothing but the slight hint of deoderant. (continued) Bruceblog@peoplepc.com | |
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