EPTHigh Literature is about language, humanity, purple-green colored clouds, girls, poetry, joy, third century robots, love, evil tongues that give eternal pleasure, dead butterflies, marshmallow caves, swimming on velvet blankets, jumping on a lake, and everything that tickles the intellect, makes the heart feel sublime emotions, and opens your mind about life, truth, the universe, and all things bright and wonderful. It is my way of contributing my talent and my heart to TL. Enjoy!
Hi guys, here is the third part of the new genre I am exploring, the Z series. It has won a lot of praise in a few national writing workshops that I attended recently, so I am happy to share them with you here. Thanks for all the encouragement. I know it can be a little different at times, but thanks to your patience, understanding, equally sophisticated knowledge, and appreciation for always being generous with your PMs and comments. To those bombing my PM with requests about the "Sun" series, don't worry, it's coming out shortly. Cheers!
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ApocalypZe!
Chapter 3: Case XR-28732.2302494 (Everything has a beginning)
It was dozen of years - a dozen of years have successfully passed, since I managed to sit on my royal throne last at night, dawn, it seemed, with stars blanketing the northern horizon, all of then there, the comets, the constellation, the every shifting red dwarf in the constellation Orion, and of course my favorite of them all, the Crab Nebula. The color is beyond this world. It was an alien experience, and felt like it is some ancient orchestra in space that has managed to play in the epic scale of the universe until now, and until when we do not know, but for sure the frailty of human existence limits it to every seeing how these grand majestic orchestra will unfold and end. In the majesty, I was lost, like a child, my mouth had no way with words, and something started in my soul. In the majesty of the universe unfolding before my eyes, I let loose a monstrous defacation specimen, tearing my rectal sphincter.
At first I didn't think it was bad (and didn't really know what had happened) so I ignored it, but it wasn't long before I had to go to the doctor. Dr. Nguyen, a lovely Caucasian doctor with a funny Asian accent, sticks her finger up in my rectum. She said that it would heal up normally and gave me some anti-biotics (the big ones and not the easy to take kind). I made a subtle gesture, a wink, and an almost imperceptible smile. She smiled back, eyes sparkling. I touched my crotch, ever so slightly, just to make sure we are on the same page. She sneaks a glance, and giggles. I make out her lips saying "later baby", and I was happy. Her next visit is after 3 hours. It is 10pm. There is enough time for a power nap.
A sudden movement wakes me up. Dr. Nguyen is all over me. Thugging my cock and kissing me all over the body. She is strong. I tried to resist or at least move but I can't. I don't neet to anyway. I just lied back and enjoyed all of it, as she undressed me, from my patient's gown, down to my boxers. She was suddenly unceremoniously sucking my cock. Sloopily, saliva all over the place, and the nose. My god. It was like a wild boar has just suddenly found a pool of dead rats to eat after a year of starvation. I could not imagine such a gorgeous and lovely lady to be this wild. She moves her body to be aligned to me, obviously doing a 69. I obliges and take of her pink panty, which unleashed a petite Asian cock, brown and about only 5 inches long full hard on. My jaw dropped upon seeing this, and she took advantage of it and fucked me in the mouth. The bitch had administered some sort of drug to me which by how has the following effects:
- numbing my mouth as to disable any way to close it tightly or to bite off
- draining my body of any energy to be able to resist.
I tried to feel where she, or he, had administered the injection, but she was so vigorously fucking me in the mouth that I couldn't concentrate. "Let's come together" she speaks loudly. It seems that anaesthesia is not the only thing that she administered to me but also some form of adrenaline and endorphine and some love potion as I was extremely horny from the ordeal myself. Finally I found it. I felt the "pain" in the left leg, possible in the femoral artery just beneath the iliotibial band. As I note this pain I can also feel my cock letting out a blast of semen as she sucks me, and in the final moments before I lose consciousness, I feel my mouth fill with semen as well.
I wake up. There is silence. I must get my revenge on that doctor, who, upon thinking about it now, must have been sent as a spy by the rival financial corporation to get a copy of our secret books. But OUCH. There is terrible pain, and she is dead wrong. It did not get better, it got SO MUCH WORSE. I was far too trusting and believed that it was going to fix itself so I left it for quite a while until the whole thing had gotten horribly infected and formed into something delightfully called an anorectal abscess. At about 11PM on a wednesday my roommate came home and found me in the foetal position on the livingroom floor, so we decided to get me to a hospital ER.
They took me off to one of those little curtained off ER beds with very little privacy, the curtain was innocent green, and a doctor came in to have a look. He flipped me over and immediately said "holy crap, I'll get my tools, Your anus is literally inside out!" and ran off, returning soon after with a tray full of scalpels and knives and whatnot. He shot me full of some local anaesthesia and began slicing and draining that bad boy. I can feel the blood escape my young athletic body.
At this point some rogue child starts running around the ER. I don't know if the parent is too sick or out of it to control her child or if she/he is just a shitty parent, but this kid is running around throwing open the curtains and causing a ruckuss. Well, sure enough, she throws open the curtain to my surgical bed, and got the worst eyeful a kid could possibly image: my bloody pus filled asshole staring her straight in the face. I goatse'd the shit out of that child, and in my explosive laughter, I esploded a significant amount of blood from my anus, some hitter her on the face and lips.That calms her right down.
Two days after, streaks of green lines appear in her eyes. Her stomach bulges and her ears become sore. She begins to utter some undiscernable words, as if she is speaking in tongues. Her face turns blue, and she has the sudden urge to eat plants. We all restrain her. I, being her loving responsible parent, was shitting bricks thinking how things could have gone wrong. I go to the hospital where she went a couple of days before but everyone, from the nurse to the doctors say that she was only running around in the ER and was never in physical contact of any patient or any new viruses that the lab was concocting. This pacifies my. But still, there she is, with a violent hunger for plants, and now looking more dead than alive.
I never imagined in all my life that I would suffer such misfortune.
I'm gonna be honest, not only is this debilitating to me and my finances, after all the medical bills, but this is embarassing to my family as well. I run out to go to another hospital. On the road I meet a sad looking girl, hithcing a ride.
I give her a ride. Not long before, a very big misunderstanding happens between us. It is confusing as hell, and might have been aggravated because of her thick Russian-French accent. I did not know what to do, it seems like it is literally impossible to be a nice person in LA.
So you should know that I may not appear to be completely innocent on this one, and there is some explaining to do. What eventually happened was it was really late and this girl needed a ride. I was concerned that it was too late for her, and wanted to make sure that she was okay.
"What's up" I ask her as she sits beside me. She seems ok, by the looks of it. But rather than answering me in any way, she JUST nods and blinks. I didnt have any dirty ideas in mind. I just wanted to be a good Samaritan and be a good boy and make sure that this lovely damsel in distress gets home sound and safe.
I never thought it could get so weird so fast. Never in my wildest dreams did I think a prostitute would be in my car, and most definitely did I not think that she is an undercover cop.
I'm gonna be straightforward to her. "Who are you" this are the static linguistic electric signals that remain stranded in my brain as I try to reason out whether I should send them to my motor complex and down to my vocal faculties. I decide not to and they dissipate in my brain, along with other electochemicals.
I let her relax a bit, thinking it must have been a bad day for her.
"Do you mind if I smoked?" she asked, with a hint of an innuendo that I am not sure of. What does she mean? Does she want me to unbutton my pants and let her smoke my cock? Or is she really looking for some rolled up tobacco to light up. I shrug, but she seems to have lost interest in the thing entirely. "Where are you going?" I ask. "Nothing, just looking for a party" she replies. "Do you know where this party is." She replies that the party is anywhere and she asks me if I wanted what I thought to be a "PBJ" with her slurry thick Russian-French accent. I thought this is it, I had to pounce on the opportunity.
I'm down for Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches a bazillion percent
oof the time, all day everyday, anytime. In my defense, I was tired exhausted myself, it was late and havent had dinner yet. PBJ is most welcome now. They are so delicious and I love putting chips in the middle and grilling them up. I actually put the chips in after I grill them so they are nice and crunchy.
Anyways, never one to say no to a PBJ, I was like "HELL YES!" I am tired and hungry and PBJ is the best most tastiest food ever. And even if I misheard her, BJ would be bad at all, in fact it would be way better. So in any case, I don't see how the whole thing could end up badly. In retrospect, should I have wondered why she didnt tell me where the party was? Yes. Should I have thogut twice about where we were going to get a PBJ at this unholy time of the night? Yes. Should I have picked her up in the first place. I dont know. All my life I have been a nice moral person, and what happens next is very embarrassing and I might as well leave everything else to your imagination.
She's gonna give me a BJ, or make me a PBJ, so why stop now.
I run through some quick calculations and figure that if this girl has some secret PBJ plan then it probably wont take that long and cost that much and I can probably still get her home without it being too much of a hassle. While I am thinking, she tells me it will cost me $100. Now Im not stupid and theres no way Im gonna pay 100 for a fucking sandwich no matter how good it is. By now I am starting to get skeptical that she is of sound mind.
So around this time, Im like, waut, this is LA afterall, and what if she knows some incredible place for such a fantastic food (maybe 100 for 2 PBJs for the both of us?)... and for sure Id like to hear a story about a hundred dollar PBJ. I play along and she becomes flirtatios. "Where can we get this PBJ?" I finally ask.
She and I make eye contact, and we are both comfortable with each other at this time, driving around the city for almost an hour now. She giggles a bit and says something like "Well we can go to my place and do it there." In my head, I was like, wait, is it a house, an apartment, a hotel room, or something. So now im trying to back track in my head and figure out where my logic went wrong but as Im scrambling to figure this out, Im also trying to sort out how a sandwich can cost me so much money.. and with this I am being very honest "$100 is too much, I can see $10 at the most, but im used to paying it at $3. what makes it so special that its worth $100?"
She's hurt by that question I can tell but I have no idea why. She says, "Look, my place is around the corner, I can take care of you for $10." All of a sudden were in the price range and it sounded good to me. I was thinking of the sandwich already and although its in the high end, sure, but again, its last, im tired, and im hungry as an iguana. Im thinking that maybe she did not need a ride home but was just probably on her way home and is maybe a little poor and trying to be entrepreneurial about itand provided a service for someone who is looking to consume. The next thing to happen is the really big part.
"Do you really want it?" she asks firmly. I thought this girl was trying to be smart and turn a small profit off of a service that I clearly wanted which I have no problem with. I tell her $10 is fine, and jokingly followed up the it better be the best one of my life. In her thick Russian-French accent "You have to give me the $10 first" This is super weird. It makes me uncomfortable. I wasnt in the place of business but I just took out the folded $10 that I have in my pocket and gave it to her. Within millisecond there were cops and swat teams all over me and I was in cuffs and totally confused.
"Im just trying to be nice to the lady" I protested. "This is General Hand. Yo have the right to remain silent, anything you do and say will be used against you in the court of law." Right, my Miranda rights read before me.
I take a quick glance on his name plate. Five stars. General Blaz N. Hand. What did I do to deserve to be in the wrong end of such a high-profile arrest. I just have a child to care for and I am only out to look for her medicine, but how did it all come to this. Then a whisper.
"The general is actually a bot by the Code 3 level of the Matrices, intended to imprison your mind." I tilt my head back to see who made the whisper, but I see only a masked SWAT member whose face is behind a tinted army grade helmet. "You have to make your way and discover the hidden knowledge inside General Hand." after which everyone shot at him.
What just happened. What does he mean "bot"? or Code 3? What is all this? And what about the truth hidden "inside" General Hand? Its all so obscure!!! what does it all mean! I wanted to protest loudly but then I felt a bulging in my left pocket. The hero swat member had slid one in, obviously to help me achieve my mission.
As fast as I could, I reached inside my pocket, and in the microseconds that it took my hand to pull out the grenade and throw it in front of all of us to kill us all,I had a deep philosphical meditation. On the one hand, I have a loving daughter that I should care for, whose terrible condition is killing me as well. If I die along with the others now, the sum effect would be the same. I cease to exist, and my suffering ends. But if I am emotional and heroic about it, I have to think of surviving for my daughter, who needs me now more than anytime else. But fuck it, whoever dies, her or me, the result is the same, suffering is ended. As I reach this end of my philosophical meditation, the grenade exploded. I closed my eyes and opened my arms as if I were Jesus Christ offering myself up for the forgiveness of mankind. There was a loud bang but no explosions. It was not a grenade. It was a flash bang! Damn, all those years of playing counter strike has finally paid off. Everyone around me was shooting wildly. I tried to duck and jump my way to avoid the bullets, keeping my mind on focus, on the target, as I sped my way to the General. But what did the hero swat mean? I had an epiphany. I did not know if it was the right one, but it felt like it was the right interpretation of it. As I reached General Blaz N. Hand, I quickly, unceremoniously reached down his mouth to his throat and esophagus with my right hand. To my surprise, there is a tube inside. I pulled it out and run toward a crate and hide inside it before any of them could recover from the blindness that the flash bang has caused them. I meditated and kept silent for fifteen days inside the crate until I felt it was safe enough to go out. On the very first night I tried to recall a nursery rhyme I was made to memorize when I was small. I run it over my head a few times until, by the third day, I memorized all of it all over again: "A duck walked up to a lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand Hey. got any grapes? The man said no we just sell lemonade. It’s cold and its fresh and it’s all home made. Can I sell you glass? The duck said “I’ll pass”. Then he waddled away. Till the very next day. When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man that was running the stand Hey. You got any grapes? The man said no, like I said yesterday, we just sell lemonade okay? Why not give it a try? The duck said Goodbye. Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away Till the very next day. When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man that was running the stand Hey. You got any grapes? The man said look, this is getting old. Lemonade’s all we’ve ever sold. Why not give it a go? The duck said “No.” Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away Till the very next day. When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man that was running the stand Hey. You got any grapes? The man said THAT’S IT!! If you don’t stay away,duck, I’ll glue you to a tree and leave you there all day, stuck. So don’t get to close! The duck said Adios. Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away Till the very next day. When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man that was running the stand Hey. You got any glue? What? You got any glue? No, why would I– Oh! Then one more question for you: Got any grapes? And the man just stopped. Then he started to smile. Then he started to laugh. He laughed for a while. Then he said, “Come on duck, let’s walk to the store. I’ll buy you some grapes so you won’t have to ask anymore.” So they walked to the store and the man bought some grapes. He offered one to the duck and the duck said “No thanks”. “But you know what sounds good? It would make my day. Do you think this store, do you think this store, do you think this store… has any… lemonade?” Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away." I alternated between meditating and speaking this rhyme out softly for the next few days, until one day it seemed safe to escape and I run towards a Prada shop, and I opened the tube. There is a piece of paper inside:
What you are looking for is peace. She is sick.Take here to a place away from others, and most certainly away from plants. Take her way up high. Take her to the top of the world.
signed
- IEv.2000
signed
- IEv.2000
Another puzzle. What or who is IEv.2000? How do they know about her? Why the top of the world? And why plants? But I have been through a lot to mind such a minor speed bump. I sprint my way home. She is blueish green, almost black, veins bulging over her once delicate sunshiny skin, and she is making growls and certain weird animal noises. At least she is still alive. I think of the hero soldier. And I remember the puzzle. It could only mean one thing. Top of the world it is. I pack up my hiking bag, put in all the essential gears and stuff, strap her into a Snuggie and make online reservations for the next flight to Nepal. Before we know it, we were in the Hillary steps of Mount Everest, the highest place in the world - the top of the world, a place away from people, from plants! I was dead exhausted from all the weight, and was really having serious doubts whether I could climb a few hundred meters more. I thought quickly, as I am a smart man. I remove all the extra weight: my back, my axe, all the ropes, the cooking utensils, the firemaker, the gps watch. I am just a few meters to the peak, and the gale wind were blowing pretty strong, coming from the tundra north, 14 degrees of the elevation, the arctic chill of the mountains is coming soon, and in the transition, tempreture just suddenly drops by 30 degrees, from -15 to -45 C. But the peak of the mountain is a fairy that promises eternal life. It allures us to immortality. It is peaceful and beautiful. We have come too far. It is too late to descend now. I am so close yet so far. But this is it. Life is ours we live it our way. All the thoughts and the words they all say - nothing matters. I have to make it. I think quickly again. I have to be lighter. I remove everything. All my clothes, my extra watch, ly mittens, my scarf, my underwear, I took them all off so I could be naked and gain some speed in the ascent and make it in time, as I carry her lovingly on my back.
The peak. We see the vastness of the universe. The promise of life. She breathes normally. A smile on her face. I look at her beautiful face. It is rosy again. I look around, in awe of my reflection in the snow-covered hills, the cotton clouds that hug the valley, the infinity of space, the solitude of time, the impermanence of existence, at once majestic and liberating. I kneel down and pray. Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen. Hail Mary,
Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of death. Amen. I believe in God, the father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended to the dead. On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father. He will come again to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body. and the life everlasting. Amen. Upon this holy words I slowly open my eyes, rewitnessing the grandeur of the surroundings that takes my breath away, and I promptly die.
And the virus spreads from the Himalayas, unbeknownst to other climbers. It is the year 2014. It is the year Z0.
(...to be continued...)
