Friday, July 01, 2005

 

"where have you been?" I asked.
"I've seen things I shouldn't have, Hog." SHe always called me my nickname, "I was messing about in the mailroom, sniffing for anything fishy, you know because everything has changed since the big one hit the towers, and I started seeing these packages come in with loads of stamps and very cryptic handwriting with only a few words on them. Things like: 'tonight?' and 'i'm itchy will you scratch?' It got me curious and even though that's never been good for felines, I thought to look into it. So, I started checking in the files next to the filtration rooms in the back offices, where they keep all the scab workers and nobody noticed a thing










until i read some of the new codes. Nothing stood out, but sometimes these new codes were for some big things. BIG operations, hog, like the FM Pressure Drop, the Hotel Del Taco, Project RollerTronix, or The Flying Elephant experiments! These projects included replacing human beings with another life form, maybe aliens, maybe robots, maybe even a cyborganic hybrid that has yet been determined."
"Did any of these files have photos?" her rants began to make a little sense. P____ was working on the Uplink/Manifest project at the Center for Information Control at City Hall. She made sure that files, phone calls, and packages were sniffed by bomb dogs and radiation detectors before moving to officials everywhere. "P___, did you see any pictures of these projects?"

She started to twitch, and the cigarette shook as she took a deep drag. Looking over my shoulder, I could see the man with the Bunny pull out his stuffed animal, stroke it, and leer in our direction as I prodded her for any more information, but she had shut up. She saw him and clammed up right quick.

"Hog," she got real serious for a second, "our blood is like oil to the aliens."

And with that she shut down, drew make believe in the air once again.

posted by Hog 8:48 AM