C. W. and I were talking …
He had been missing for a few days and I asked him where he had been. Turns out he was working on his Atomitizing Neutron Universal Scudcraft, the devise that transported him here. He keeps it hidden in an abandoned school building near here. He says it's perfectly safe from prying eyes there. Anyway …
“I’ve been modifying my ANUS to do specialized tasks,” he said.
“I think we’ve talked before about using that term,” I said, “but go ahead and tell me about what new things your, uh, spacecraft will go.”
“Skywriting,” he said.
“Yes, the Falloonian Elders ordered a two-part experiment.”
“One,” said, “is how fast your so-called “alternate facts’ can travel, and two, the breadth of their belief-base.”
“My colleagues in Texas have found out that musicians Willie Nelson and Keith Richardson plan to collaborate on a new musical album. The title will be The Good Dope and they expect it to sell millions of copies. Only a handful of trusted associates, and my people, know about it.”
“They plan secretly to disappear for several months in order to produce it in peace and solitude.”
“Can’t you see what kind of news coverage such a disappearance will cause?”
“That’s my part.”
“A couple of months after they disappear, I’ll quietly write a message in the sky to be visible over all major population centers.”
He fumbled for a sheet, handed it to me, and I read:
“Dudes! Like, The Rapture has occurred.”
|Perhaps it's time for an intervention.|
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