Friday, January 31, 2020

Untitled (31 Jan 2020)

I've seen a lot of people come and go. This life isn't for everyone, you understand that?

Look, do take off your jacket, have a seat. You're in if you want to be in, but this isn't a choice you want to be hasty about. Sorry, let me get those books out of your way. Tea?

Of course you can change your mind. That's the whole point, isn't it. You don't just sit in silence and darkness, it's supposed to be meditation. You're elevating yourself. Perfection from within, or so I'm told.

Yes, I think we've had a few ascendencies. We don't really track them, you know. No point in trying to free your mind if you're chained down by paperwork. That's my job.

No, I really just keep track of the empty rooms. Look, the agency may care about your name and where you're from, but it's not something we focus on. I've never been any good with names anyway. All that matters is that I'm talking with You, and as long as You know You've got my full attention, what else does it matter what name was assigned to You before You had any say in it?


My point is, I keep track of empty rooms. When there's an empty room, or more than one, I call up the agency, tell them we have such and so many vacancies, and then they send people to me to fill them. I don't know why the rooms were empty; whether it was an ascendency or just someone who decided he didn't have it in him, and he slipped away and went back to society.

The gate is only locked from the outside, and the guard is only there to make sure no one slips in.

Sure, I suppose you could come back, but once the room is empty, it goes to the agency. If you wanted to go through everything again and come back to me, then I don't see why not. I don't really know why someone would leave only to come back again.

The world doesn't change. We change.

I just call it a room. Some people don't like the word "cell." I don't much care for it myself. Has some weighty connotations.

We have gardens. No animals though, not for eating.

Mostly self-sufficient, yes. We get a little from the state, though I don't think they get anything from us, asides from a little tourism on field days.

Once a year for the main cloister. Ten for the next, and a hundred after that.

No, I haven't. Last was a couple years before I was born. I should be so lucky to see the next one.

I honestly don't know. Maybe if you find out, you could tell me how. Maybe they have their own little agency, when they get a vacancy.

That's just old wives tales. No thousand year club. Only the hunners, the tenners, and the yearlies. I don't even know what you'd call them. Mils, maybe? Anything else?

You have until the next field day. If you're not inside the gates when they close, you lose your spot. I believe it's three days from tomorrow.

Yes, next year we get the tenners too. It's quite the day to behold. I wouldn't miss it for the world. With any luck, we'll see you there too.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020


It's really difficult to write a conversation without using names, and nigh impossible to convey different nameless voices in text. So I use color. I know it's an imperfect solution, but it's the one I've got.

Contains harsh language.

"How did we even end up with this guy? I mean, that username he uses is totally accurate! He calls himself the living embodiment of human mediocrity...damn straight. Why couldn't we have gotten a cop or a programmer or another hacker; you can never have too many hackers, that's what I always say."

"Shut up, you never say that."

"How would you know, we've known each other all of what, a few months?"

"It doesn't matter. Fate or chance gave him to us, and I can only believe there's a reason."

"You believe there's a reason for everything. You could find meaning in a bird crapping on your head."

"Just because you don't know what the meaning is doesn't mean there isn't one."

"Whatever. Do we have a way to find this Dr Visla or not?"

"We've got nothing. He's been too careful."

"Umm, may I..."

"Look, you're worthless enough as it is, can't you just keep your thoughts to yourself when your betters are talking?"

"Fifty-four, fifty-eight, thirty-seven point one. Negative one twenty-six, nine, thirty-seven point two."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Look there. Or don't."

"Oh, leave him alone, he's just doing his best. Not his fault he doesn't have any particular..."

"What the fuck..."

"What is it?"

"He's done it... you've... oh, he's gone."

"What is it?"

"We've got Visla."