a_gentle_boy | Thirteenth PSI

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Hi, everyone.

As foreman of the section of the factory responsible for producing canned beets, I'm pleased to announce that we've pretty much got things covered for the rest of the week. I think we're about 2000 cans of beets over where we need to be. In light of your hard work over the last few months as members of the Glorious Amazing Incredibly Happy People of Um, Prola . . Prolatarines That Hate America, I think it's fair that everyone who works in the beet-produce section should get the next few days off to think about how much you love communism and how happy we all are and how you want to stay out of trouble for sure definitely.

If anyone needs me, I'm going to be, um . . . somewhere far away, I think. And if anyone asks why you're not at the factory, remember that you have permission from your foreman to stay indoors and not cause trouble until this all blows over. I mean, until the end of the week.

And if I make any more telephone announcements after this that sound stupid, you should ignore it.

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...Lucas. [FFFFFFF]

Hi, Mr. Netherlands. What do they have you doing now?

Repairing 2000 pairs of shoes. Like fuck I'm gonna do it.

You okay?

Yours might be even more impossible than mine. I don't think there are even 2000 pairs of shoes in this town.

. . . I'm OK. Um. Mostly. . . . Can I ask you a question?

Doubt it. There's not even 2000 of us.

Ja. Of course.

. . . . .

Do you remember, um. Everything I told you about my world? About that person who came? A-And how he . . . did all of that stuff?

...Yeah. Of course I do.

. . . He's here.

What? You're kiddin' me-

. . . No. It's him. He's not the same as he was when I met him, but it's still him.

I don't know what to do.

...I'll help you. Whatever you need to do. We're equals in this stuff, remember?

Is it fair to hate him for something he hasn't done yet? He said . . . He said he would try to change. He said he doesn't really want anyone to die.

But I don't know. . . . What if he's just lying to me? Because the Porky I know would think that was hilarious. And I don't think I could deal with it again.

Even if he says that, don't trust him. You know you can't, right?

No. I can't trust him. I don't know if I ever can. I don't even know if I should.

But Mr. Netherlands . . . What about the things I believe? That people are really worth saving, that they are good, that no matter what, I wouldn't lose the important things like friendship and kindness and love . . . But if I hate Porky, then . . .

[Yeah, he's been listening in. Far as he's concerned, anything talking about him is his business.]

It means not everyone's worth saving, kid.

Sucks ass when you find out there are exceptions to what you believe, huh?

So. When should I expect you to make an announcement warning everyone about me and to either steer clear or keep an eye on me? Because honestly, when you do? Should probably at least try and filter it away from me.

Edited 2010-07-07 05:14 (UTC)

[There is a heavy pause. Lucas's voice, when he resumes speaking, is completely flat with anger.]

Since the phone filters aren't working right now, we should talk about this some other time, Mr. Netherlands. Please be safe.

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Oh hi, isn't it great this is public due to communist paranoia?

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