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.
