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- Twisted Reality
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- by Necrovore
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- >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
- -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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- This is a story that I did originally for a journal in my English class.
- It is so original that I just had to write it up in a file for all to enjoy.
- It basically deals with a period of Earth's history in the near future (say 20
- years from now) and how unfair reality can be. All characters in this story
- are fictional. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
- (and probably a product of your deranged mind).
-
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-
- It was a misty night as Cleophus Jackson walked home from work. Cleophus
- was a janitor at the nearby RJR Tobacco Plant and he enjoyed his job. He was
- very fortunate because now he could smoke for free. This may seem unimportant
- but a cigarette habit can cost between $300 and $600 a year, money which could
- be spent on food, shelter, or medical aid. Cleophus' family was poor and the
- fact that he could smoke for free was a boon to their budget.
-
- On this night the moon loomed above, bathing the industrial streets in a
- very eerie, yellowish light. It had rained that day and the air smelled of
- paper mills and their byproducts. Cleophus was by no means an evil man. Quite
- to the contrary, he was a good man willing to stick his neck on the line for a
- fellow Amerikan. About two blocks from his small home in "the Gardens" he
- walked by the local fast-market. He found that when he turned to wave at the
- proprietor that the store was being held up by two junkies. Being the good man
- that he was, Cleophus ran inside to try to save the owner, a friend of his.
- Even though Cleophus was a good man he was quite naive. One of the two heroin
- addicts levelled a sawed-off shotgun at him and let loose. Cleophus hit the
- ground amidst a rain of blood, tissue, and bone fragments. Seconds later, the
- other junkie shot the owner in the head with a .38 special. What a lovely
- scene. The junkies made off with $21 dollars from the cash register and ran
- off. About two weeks later they both died from overdoses of bad heroin.
-
- But back to the present. A passerby saw the carnage and called the
- police. About 20 minutes later, the police arrived and called for an
- ambulance. It took the ambulance about ten minutes to get to the scene. It
- had been speeding all the way, lights a-flashing and sirens a-wailing. The two
- cops showed the two paramedics to the bodies and left them to do their work.
- One of the cops, new to the ranks of the blue, retched in an alleyway and the
- other, a tough sonuvabitch, jeered at him.
-
- A few minutes later, the paramedics left the fast-market with Cleophus on
- a stretcher and his friend, the store owner, in a glistening black body bag.
- The two cops did help the 'medics to load the bodies into the ambulance. The
- ambulance then roared off into the night, sirens waking sleeping people, lights
- illuminating the streets ravaged by the rain ever-present grime. The two
- policemen left for doughnuts.
-
- Minutes later the ambulance pulled into the emergency ward of Forsyth
- County Hospital and screeched to a halt as two attendants ran to help the two
- 'medics unload the bodies and haul them into the emergency ward. The store
- proprietor was quite dead, a tunnel through his cranial passages. Cleophus,
- though, was alive, albeit barely. Most of his midsection had been blasted into
- oblivion by the shotgun wound. As the doctors laid his body on the cold metal
- of the examination table, one of the assistants sat down at a nearby computer
- terminal and started pressing the keys in rapid succession. Another of the
- assistants started to rummage through his pockets for some sort of identifi-
- cation. He soon found Cleophus' wallet and looked inside. He pulled out the
- drivers license and began reading off the information. The assistant at the
- computer terminal continued typing...
-
-
- Forsyth Patient Identification revision 2.5x
-
- Enter name: JACKSON, CLEOPHUS
-
- searching...
-
- Jackson, Cleophus Age 42 Black Male
- 1532 Shaden Street, Winston-Salem, NC 27109
- Financial Status: negl (insufficient funds)
-
- More (Y/n): N
-
-
- "He can't afford it," said the assistant at the terminal.
- "All right then," said a doctor that was in the room, "Take him to the
- bay." The two assistants lifted Cleophus' body off the table without care and
- casually tossed him onto a nearby gurney. It was about this time that Cleophus
- died. The gurney was then loaded into a nearby truck. The truck was filled
- with bodies all inside body bags. One of the assistants took a bag from a
- stack of them, unzipped it, and put Cleophus' lifeless body into it. The bag
- was the added to the uniform pile of other body bags in the truck.
-
- Shortly thereafter, one of the assistants closed up the truck, climbed
- into the cab and cranked up the engine. With a rumble, the truck slowly pulled
- out from the hospital and started down the highway. About twenty miles out of
- town, it turned off on Exit 32A and then down a small, paved road. At last the
- truck stopped in front of a gate. The gate was connected to a tall, chain-link
- fence, topped with brutal strands of barbed wire. A sign on the gate was marked:
-
- WARNING! HIGH VOLTAGE!
-
- A small post stood on the right side of the road, about five feet from the
- gate. It had a small slot and a sign on it read:
-
- Please insert ID card.
-
- The driver inserted a small plastic card. There was a noticeable hum as
- the gate slid to the side. The truck's engine rumbled once more as the driver
- pulled the truck into the fenced-off compound. Once in, the gate slid closed
- again, the hum reminding him of an army of stampeding cockroaches. He pulled
- the truck around the side of a large quonset hut to a loading dock. Once he
- stopped, he cut off the engine and stepped out of the truck.
-
- By this time it was about four in the morning. The moon was well below
- the tree line but its glinting beams still shone through the entangled
- branches. He walked around to the rear and climbed up on the concrete loading
- dock and unlatched the truck's door. The sound of metal grating upon metal
- filled the air as the door swung upwards. He then climbed in and took ahold of
- one of the body bags. Is it a surprise that it was Cleophus'? He slung the
- body over his shoulder and sauntered into the interior of the large quonset
- hut.
-
- Inside the floor was of stained concrete. The huge metal building was but
- one room. Its center was a huge pit that reached down fifty feet into the
- bowels of the earth. It was filled with body bags, most of them ripped open.
- The air that filled his nostrils was a rancid mixture of formaldahyde and the
- sickeningly sweet stench of decaying flesh. He tossed the body of Cleophus
- into the pit and turned around to go get the rest of the bodies. Nearby, a
- large rat scurried by, on its way to a feast....
-
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-
- This file kind of makes a protest to the fact that most hospitals today
- (yes, even today) give inferior care to poor people just because they don't
- have the funds to pay the full bill. Do you think this is fair? Put yourself
- in good ol' Cleophus' shoes (even if they are beaten up a little). Cleophus
- was, deep down, better than most Amerikan citizens. Yet he gets absolutely no
- treatment at all. That's what you get for being a hero in the late '80s, and
- probably for the rest of our corrupt civilization.
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- (c)1988 cDc communications by Necrovore 12/31/88-97
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