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- From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
- Subject: plywood, all of you: only I am fiberglas (tm) and diurnal
- Message-ID: <1992Dec29.204418.14939@netcom.com>
- Organization: The Gorilla-Shaped Cookie Trust, GmbH
- Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1992 20:44:18 GMT
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- It was her turn to make lunch that day, and she sighed as she
- amputated her silken legs made of silk, checked the tourniquets on the
- stubs just to be sure, and adjusted the leg-spits in the ladies' room
- -cum-kitchen. After all that sighing she was silent as she roasted her
- legs, basting them with chocolate sauce and a turkey baster (its glass
- pulverized, its rubber bulb frozen to brittleness in liquid air and
- smashed to tiny bits).
- After a successful lunch, she had herself reincarnated as a
- little girl and took advantage of the child labor laws to take eleven
- years of vacation at half pay. With staples such as cornmeal, flour,
- and rice she managed to make her old body's clothes fit well enough for
- the time being (played by Tom Baker around then), and after a shopping
- spree at J. C. Penile she had a Jean-Jacques Trousseau suitable for a
- spoilt little girl who smelt of decay bacteria. Then she went down to
- Hitler-Earlobe, the child-rental agency, and registered herself with them
- under the name Tiffany.
- My wife had always wanted a pretty little girl, but being robotic
- she could not give birth to one. One day she brought home Tiffany, who
- was willing to be our daughter for a nominal fee of twice her old salary
- and the sort of treatment we would give a real daughter. We changed her
- name to Muriel, had her hair lengthened and her accent made Canadian even
- though I am Welsh and my wife was made in Singapore from a joint Japanese-
- American design and has the appearance of a black woman, and gave her a
- book summarizing the knowledge that she was supposed to have as our daughter.
- The forgers worked on family photos, videos, old schoolwork and school
- records, and within a year it was as if Muriel were our real daughter,
- except when she called her stockbroker and talked in a hard and cynical
- voice for an obscenity-laced hour. The evenings when she walked the streets
- in search of paying pedophiles were disconcerting as well, but we ignored
- them. She did well in school, and the years flew by, along with orthodontic
- and abortion-clinic bills, treatments for venereal diseases and anal damage,
- a cutting horse which gave up a lucrative career editing movies and charged
- accordingly, stable and unstable fees, replacement urinary and reproductive
- tracts, a consciousness-transfer when she became HIV-positive, more plastic
- surgery to give her a semblance of the appearance and voice that we were
- used to, and so forth.
- When our darling Muriel was eighteen, at least treating her as
- seven when we first hired her, she became a duplicate of me, cleaned out
- all of our assets, and escaped to a tax haven with no extradition treaty.
- You raise a child, give her the best of everything, etc., but there's no
- guarantee that she'll turn out well. My wife had herself sold for spare
- parts, and I became a wheel of cheddar cheese.
-
- Mark.
- gooley@netcom.com
-