Tuesday, December 1, 2009

RERUNS by Mike Whitney of Harbinger*33


RERUNS

Previously concluded and archived,
hermetically resealed by Mike Whitney
on this veritable day.


Max3.v clicked END/SAVE on the remote. He had been scanning one of his fave flix, and Maxine prepared to hear his review, for the dozenth time. Setting her receptors to NEW and IGNORE, she tuned in with a perfect Holographic sim-smile. It never hurt to be polite. Max was her Life Mate, and their humanoid son was away being re-programmed. Mongo, named after a character in another of Max’s favorite old flix, a strangely repellent depiction of a never-was Old American West.

The character, Mongo, likes candy and manually knocks out an extinct beast known as horse, *(hoofed, herbivorous MAMMAL of the family Equidae, the single living genus of which, Equus, disappeared 1 P.A.)


Silent rotors turned Max to face Maxine in their high rise apartment,

“Isn’t it amazing how accurate “Blade Runner” turned out to be? One of those sci-fi writer predictions of the future that comes closer to how things turned out than Verne’s nuclear sub, or Wells’ time travel device. The Christ-like Michael Valentine Smith of Heinlein’s “Stranger in A Strange Land” with the gritty street smarts shown so well by that dandy pre-Apocalypse film actor, Harrison Ford. Such a shame about the unfortunate voice-over. Happy Hollywood ending, damn escapement fanatics.”


"Max! Chill, dear."


"Sorry!"


Mongo raised his Vadr-Blade and the Modum fell, drawn and quartered, into the shredder. Hence to the Fry Daddy. And floy! Food for three weeks,


"Altered States of Afrosia! Next we take Proximity!"


Another wounded Modum, spurting fluid from his pointing device, shouted, "Over my dead body!" and died. Mongo laughed mansonically, "See? I told you! "


Proximity, capitol city of the former Republic of China, lay in wait for Mongo and his clone hordes. Historically speaking, the people of Afrosia had seen his kind before, and were prepared for deletion to the last pixel, character, and wingding before minimizing to the Barbie at their Gates.


© mikewhitney & RealPeople™ 2009


12 comments:

Michael Solender said...

Oh I'm so glad he's not retired - Mongo is so misunderstood.

Paul D. Brazill said...

Mongo good!

Harry said...

Mucho Mongo fun as usual Mike, esp. liked "Mongo laughed mansonically" :)

Absolutely*Kate said...

Ah Mike ~ you sexist dawg of time and time again and then way into the future zen ... I smile-smirked at "Setting her receptors to NEW and IGNORE, she tuned in with a perfect Holographic sim-smile." Does your wife read your stuff?

"Barbie at their Gates" nice GPS'ing as well. We all knew Mongo would treat the world with return engagements. So glad you opened the jar here AT THE BIJOU in your double*feature debut! ~ Absolutely*Kate and the BIJOU staff

Jeanette Cheezum said...

Historically speaking, the people of Afrosia had seen his kind before, and were prepared for deletion to the last pixel.

I knew you couldn't trust those darn people.

Bukowski's Basement said...

Mongo is the man...

Mike Whitney said...

Thanks, you guys!

Mongo bows deeply to friends, as a chromatic octave run of butt trumpeting flaps his frayed loin cloth.

Peggy's comment still makin' me smile: ..loin cloth snatch.... (pinches bridge of nose and shakes head)

I do have teenage boys, though.

Thanks for the laugh.

Absolutely*Kate said...

(( Ahhh, the genesis of global warming? ))

Laurita said...

Double the Mongo pleasure today. I never get tired of this cavedude.

Jodi MacArthur said...

So happy to read Mongo Madness again. Absolute delight.

Crybbe666 said...

A Mngo treat to be savored. Thanks Mike for a return to his world. Never fails to make me laugh!!

Mike Whitney said...

what a treat to see these 3 years later. Wow, love ya', Red.

(Now to prove I'm not a robot by reading Google code. Speaking of code:

And after we get good and greasy
Baby we can come back home
Put the cowhorns back on the cadillac
And change the message on the code-a-phone

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