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- | There Ain't No Justice |
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- | #32 |
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- HELL IS A BANJO
- By Black Rose
-
- That was terrible. I never want to die again. I suppose I won't
- have to though. It's really only something you go through once, isn't it?
-
- So. I'm supposed to head towards the light, aren't I?
-
- Where's the damned light then? It's dark. Hang on, I see a glimmer.
- It's resolving slowly... can't make it out yet. Hang on, it's... beautiful!
- I see the face of...
-
- A receptionist?
-
- "New arrival are you sir?" she says, in the most pleasant voice I've
- ever heard in my, er, life.
-
- I nod dumbly. "Thank you. Here, this will explain everything." She
- hands me a small laminated card. "Just place it in that box by the door when
- you have completed your re-orienation experience."
-
- She turns to a small boy and goes through the same process with him.
- There seems to be a new person materialising every ten seconds or so, and I
- figure my chances of asking her a few questions are slim. The small card
- marked 'Welcome to Eternity' gets my full attention.
-
- "Welcome to Eternity" it informs me. "You are now 'dead'. In the
- next few days, we will be determining your occupation for the rest of time."
- I start to wonder who 'we' might be. "Please pay close attention to any
- requests made by our staff, as your future direction is a VERY IMPORTANT
- DECISION! Right now, you have very little idea of how long you will be here.
- In a thousand years you may start to gain a small handle on the concept."
-
- Oh great. Variety may have been the spice of life, but it seems that
- monotony is the go here. But then again, it might not be so bad. Just got
- to find the right corner to get into. Read on, I think.
-
- "Basic orientation will progress shortly, via a series of
- instructional video presentations. You should now take a number from the
- dispenser marked 'O.V.P.'. Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES attempt to take a number
- from the dispenser marked 'FNORD'!"
-
- Great. Vague hints of menace. Oh joy. I figure that since I have
- 'eternity' to go before this is over, I'll wander around and take a look
- at the place before taking my 'O.V.P.' number.
-
- Crowded place, indeed. There are a LOT of number dispensers around,
- so I guess I'll see this place again. Seems like a big central place. Ah!
- some guys over there seem to have magazine stands. Good, I could use some
- reading material.
-
- Two stands. One marked 'Moose' and one marked 'TANJ'. The guys
- seem to be arguing with each other a lot. The one with the antlers is calling
- the bearded guy a 'perverted filth monger' while the beared guy seems mainly
- concerned with informing the world at large that the Moose guy is a
- plagarist. I THINK they're enjoying themselves.
-
- They don't seem to pay any attention to me, and don't seem to be
- after whatever might pass for money around here, so I grab issue #1 of each
- and head over to the O.V.P. dispenser, to grab my number.
-
- Number 667. Wonder who was last here? I take a seat on a small
- plastic chair and wait.
-
- Well, Moose was funnier, but TANJ is better written. I debate going
- over for issue #2 when a buzzer sounds.
-
- "O.V.P. numbers 600-700 please proceed to door 45-JA. Repeat, O.V.P.
- numbers 600-700 please proceed to door 45-JA. Thank you."
-
- Door 45-JA is easy to find. It's got a big sign, and it's right next
- to door 44-JQ, which seems to have someone screaming "...and they just
- PRINTED it! No concern at all!" behind it. I open 45-JA.
-
- I find myself in a large auditorium. Other people are filing in from
- OTHER doors. Huh? How many 45-JA's are there? Oh well, I suppose I'm not
- in the world I'm used to anymore. I take a seat near the centre and relax.
- The people stop coming in, and the place is only one third full. I start
- thinking about the place maybe being ALWAYS one third full, no matter how
- many people wander in, but that just makes my head hurt.
-
- The lights go down, and a huge screen at the front lights up. The
- words 'Orientational Video Presentation' appear in red letters, and are
- replaced by 'Written and Directed by David Lynch'.
-
- We see a large room, bordered by red curtains. A spotlight hits the
- centre of the black and white patched floor. A tall man wearing a green tie
- tells us why salmon migrate. A bottle falls from a table and shatters next
- to a small boy's bleeding head. He moans 'Tell me why.' and his eyes close.
- Suddenly, it is twenty-five years later, and an ashtray tips over, spreading
- its contents over a small placemat marked 'Joe's Emporium'. Three girls
- stand side by side and sing 'We'll meet again' before walking off in
- different directions. A girl with short blonde hair and a man with dark
- hair speak in unison, saying 'My left arm is completely numb.' A mirror
- breaks, and the credits roll.
-
- "Well, that explains everything." I say to myself, and realise I am
- suddenly alone in the auditorium. I realise that nobody has spoken to me,
- besides the receptionist. Curiously, I have no desire to speak to anyone
- myself. This would explain the numbness of the left arm in the film.
-
- It's amazing. The connection is so clear! I assume the rest of
- the film will fall into place sooner or later, and I stop worrying about it
- and head for the door marked 'EXIT'. I open it, and
-
- fall face down for a thousand years passing skeletons embedded in
- stone walls the entire cast of star trek the next generation call me an
- idiot and i feel hot.
-
- The demon looks down at me. "Can't follow instructions, huh?"
-
- I remember the small laminated card in my hand. I forgot to put
- it in the box like I was told to. Shit.
-
- "Welcome to your eternity." says the demon.
-
- He hands me a banjo. I understand the salmon lecture.
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