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Don’t worry, I’m not a shrink. You now know I’m not a cop, I’m not a shrink and that I kill people for a living. If you paid attention you also know I was a geek, what you don’t know is if I still am? Can anything learned and done for a living ever be truly forgotten? We say this. We say we “put that out of our mind” or “purged it from memory” but that requires surgery. Physical, chemical or psychological surgery is required to remove such knowledge assuming we never learn enough about Alzheimer’s to selective inflict it on only certain parts of the brain.
Laugh all you want. Thousands of people worked on a cure for Polio. Today we use Polio to kill cancer. It’s not a myth. The clinical trials have been quite public. While it may not prove the silver bullet for curing all types of cancers, those which hide from the immune system by coating their tumors with something which makes them seem like normal healthy things to the immune system should all prove vulnerable, at least for those of us who got a Polio vaccination. The rest of you are just going to die drawn out painful deaths which consume the majority of, if not the entirety of your financial resources.
Today’s fatal disease is tomorrow’s savior of the species.
Sadly, every disease thousands are trying to research for a cure, others are trying to research, in theory, to make it save the human race. It’s the “saving the human race” part which continues to be subject to interpretation. It’s never quite as many people nor is it in the manner an average Joe would like to believe. There used to be a group of scientists who were trying to weaponize whooping cough who were trying to “save the human race” by getting rid of all those “others” which didn’t fit their definition of “the human race.” They were trying to make it appear as a naturally occurring epidemic where the virus or bacteria, (whichever it is) naturally mutated to be immune to all antibiotics and including those caused by vaccination. Oh, don’t worry about them. Well, that group anyway, I’m not in a position to say there could not be others, but, I am in a position to say you don’t have to worry about them anymore. Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.
“So, you’re saying we all lie to ourselves. We choose to believe this lie despite three meals a day to the contrary” Melony offered with a tone of comprehension.
“People who claim to be saving the human race tend to be eliminating something which may well be other humans, even comic book heroes” I replied. “Adolph Hitler slaughtered Jews and everyone else he did not consider part of the Aryan Human Race. Mentally challenged and/or deranged individuals become Jihadists, slaughtering women and children in complete violation of the religion they claim to follow because only followers of their twisted interpretation of the text should be considered part of the human race. The list goes on and on.”
“But what gives you the right to play God?” she queried.
“I don’t.”
“Taking lives is a bit like playing God. Deciding who lives and who dies” she challenged.
“If you must bring biblical terms into this, I’m more of either an Archangle or a Demon, depending on your view of me. I’m sent to observe and acquire. Now, please, for the love of that God you accuse me of playing, let me get some sleep on the couch!”
“You don’t have to go to the couch” she said offering me some of the blankets.
“Yes I do! I either sleep on the couch for the next four hours, undisturbed or I leave completely” I said putting on my underwear then picking up my shirt.
“What? Someone challenges your belief and you get all huffy, especially after you got what you want?”
“No!” I said loudly enough to be called shouting. “You got what you wanted! I wanted to sleep. I have no idea how much rest I will get before I’m sent off to the ass end of the universe to do who knows what. Besides, you have the female disease” I said a bit more softly.
“The female disease?” she said in a tone of curiosity. “You sound like my little boy complaining about ‘girl cooties’” she giggled.
“No, the female disease is real. If you ever get the chance you should go see a one man play called ‘Defending the Caveman.’ They don’t call it that but they provide the definition. It’s a disease infecting the vast majority of women, sentencing them to lonely bewildering lives no matter how many people they have in their lives or how large their family. A life where guys always walk out on them and they can never figure out why so they blame the guy” I finished pulling on my pants and turning on the bedside lamp to find my shoes.
“You really need to choose your words carefully here” she said in a serious tone.
“No, I don’t” I spat. “The female disease. When a guy is sitting there watching a show, sacking out on the couch or sinking deeply into the world’s most comfortable recliner for some much need sleep and quiet time, the female with this disease can wait no more than a scant few minutes after promising to be silent and leave him at peace before she opening her mouth picking at him again and again. The female with this disease believes if a guy sits there relaxing or watching a show she doesn’t like that it must be a signal constant and incessant conversation. This promising to be quiet while continuing to talk continues until the man storms off in search of what the comic books call ‘a fortress of solitude.’ Eventually the man has to leave enough times that he finally asks himself ‘why return?’ And thus begins the never ending treadmill of guys leaving them and the female telling all her girlfriends ‘it was his fault.”
I got up and started walking for the living room to find my coat when she said loudly “wait.” “No. I need sleep and I can’t get it here.” A pillow thumped into my back and she continued “there are blankets in the hall closet. Set the alarm on your phone for 4am. There is a new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. When your alarm goes off, freshen up then come back here and service me again dildo with a pulse.
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