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- [ The Secret Actors ] [ By The GNN ]
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- THE SECRET ACTORS
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- This file has not been constructed by The GNN.
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- There is just one reality. All others are faked; you live in one of them. I,
- however, live in the real reality together with my friends. We have always
- lived here, and will live here forever. We are static, in the sense that we
- do not change - at least not in the way you are used to.
- But most important, we are in control, of what you will see and what you
- will hear. Time does not exist. We are the secret actors of the theater, so
- listen carefully.
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- we control
- the left
- and
- the right
-
- ... and so I snapped my fingers, and the cafe fell down in front of my
- shoes. Yet another show was about to take place, in the never ending theater.
- (Well, of course, the show had already begun - the moment I snapped my
- fingers. But that is only a mere detail, nothing you need to worry about. You
- will have other things to think about when you are through.)
- I opened the door and entered. A little bell rang as the door closed
- behind me. No one noticed me; all the other actors were busy talking, arguing
- and discussing with each other. Cigar and cigarette smoke engulfed the place.
- Coffee and whiskey were consumed.
- Two persons caught my attention in the crowd. I recognized them from a
- situation that I had been a part of. They argued about quality in text.
- "... even though he acted in one of the best pieces of art that has ever
- been around, I see no excuse for wasting his talent on that worthless piece
- of garbage that he...," said the man I knew as... well, I was not really
- sure. Never mind. His present clothing revealed that he had worked for
- something that existed in what you call the future.
- "Oh, why don't you just shut up," the woman in front of him interrupted.
- When I had met her the first time, she was a drug abuser who tried to find
- the exciting life. Now, she seemed to have participated in something less
- controversial. Like if she had taken a bus ride, looking really normal.
- They kept on arguing with each other. I decided to sit down and join them.
- I believed my company would, at least for the moment, neutralize their
- discussion.
- They greeted me, but I noticed that none of them recognized me.
- "I'm Spingleman. And the inventor of the Red Team." I said.
- No answer. They just looked at me, with suspicious eyes.
- "Erm," I continued, "You know? Zero-Twenty-Eight? One-Sixty-Seven?"
- The man uttered a cry of delight. "We have met before! I used to be
- Stechnykov. How are you, my friend?"
- "Fine," I replied. "You see, I'm the owner of this cafe."
- They both began to laugh. "I should have guessed!" said the woman. "If I
- know you right, you are a fan of, well, how shall I put it... twists?"
- "I am." I replied and smiled. "They are quite enjoyable, if conducted the
- right way."
- The man leaned back in his chair, called for the waitress and ordered me a
- stiff drink. I was not sure if I really ought to drink, since I had a rather
- serious project in mind. But I came to the conclusion that the mood demanded
- me to drink it anyway.
- "The only thing I hate with this work," said the man, "is that the damn
- fools of the other world believe that the situations we create and uphold are
- invented by..."
- He sneered.
- "... the authors!"
- The woman agreed. I had no opinion. But in a sense, I knew he was right,
- even though he had put the words rather foolish. We would be nothing without
- the other world.
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- we control
- what has been
- what is
- what will always be
-
- The bell rang behind me. I turned around and saw a man enter the cafe. He
- looked around, waved to a few friends, before his eyes fell on me. He
- chuckled, pointed at me with a finger and said: "Good thinking."
- I nodded a thank. This sure was a good idea, I thought. Actors need not
- only construct shows, but also meta-shows. I drank the drink. I listened to
- the discussions. Then it was time to leave. This created situation had
- nothing more to offer the spectator.
- I rose from my chair. A collective sigh could be heard from the crowd.
- Obviously, the fact that it was I that had created this cafe had spread
- across the actors. They seldom get to meet each other, so I guess they were
- not at all that pleased with my oncoming departure.
- I opened the door and stepped out. After I had snapped my fingers, the
- cafe was no more. Limbo of text is not a nice place, so I decided to leave
- quickly for another place. This had been a good show, for me and for you. But
- I have other things to do now. I will snap my fingers one more time, and then
- I am out of this textfile. But I can assure you, we will meet some other day.
- Snap.
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