“What the hell?” The figure seated across from me was a new one
for C.W. It was a well-configured man in a business suit, handsome in a boyish
way and smiling as he asked the question.
“I’m counting on you to tell me,” he said.
“Tell you what?”
“About the females of your species, your women.”
“I’m not sure I would be talking like that in this house.”
“Why?”
“First of all, they aren’t ‘my’ women. Second, you’re on
pretty thin ice with one who lives here.”
“My point exactly.”
“And that point is?”
“Don’t we take care of her?”
“We?”
“Yes.”
“Take care of her?”
“Yes.”
“Are you crazy?”
“No, I graduated from the best learning center in Falloonia.
I can’t be crazy.”
“How did you get into the best learning center in Falloonia?”
“On my merits. It had nothing to do with the fact that a
member of my Formation Team sits on the Board of Falloonian Elders.”
“Is it difficult to be allowed to study in the best learning
center?”
“Not if you are a Phorchunataseid.
“What is that?”
“Hard to explain. But back to these women of yours.”
“Hold it. I told you that they are not my women.”
“Anyway. What is it that they want exactly? It seems they
want to rule over us men. It’s like a Falloonian Uoondierfut wanting to sit on the Board of Elders.”
“A what?”
“A Falloonian species used in Formation Teams. Don’t
worry about them. Just tell me about your own lesser gender.”
“Where on Earth did you find that descriptor?”
“In that book you gave me to read.”
“And didn’t I tell you not to take it literally? Even the
Galilean warned you about that.”
“Yeah, He also warned me that you get a little carried away
at times.”
“Carried away? How?”
“With all your concern about everyone having ‘a seat at the
table’ as he puts it, even though he told you that rejects are going to be
around for ages to come. Is that what your lesser gender wants, a seat at the
table?”
“Among other things, I imagine.”
“Well they can’t have mine unless they can take it forcibly.
They aren’t much into taking things by force the way we are, are they?”
“We?”
“We men.”
“You know what, C.W.?”
“What?”
“You’ve chosen many shapes and forms since we’ve been
acquainted, but I think this is the most despicable.”
“Now you’ve hurt my feelings,” he said, wiping a tear from an eye.”
“You’re going to have more than your feelings hurt if you keep
talking that way.”
“I knew you would take their side. You’re just not fair,” he
said, reminding me of a young child who’s just been told no. His face changed
to a stark visage of rage.
“Who have you been hanging out with?” I asked.
“None of your business.”
“Have you been sneaking off to that hunting club again?”
“None of your business.”
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| My friends are headed to the very best schools. - C.W. |
“No wonder you came in here hating women.”
“What’s it to you if I want to hang out with real he-men?”
“Who don’t like women?”
“None of your business.”
“Remember the talk we had about being on the wrong side of
history?”
“Don’t worry about history. We’re going to control it, and
you might better decide which side you want to be on. Our side will get what it
wants no matter how we have to take it.”
“And then what will you do?”
His face turned blank. His eyes struck for something far
way. Veins in his temples throbbed. He sniffed, refocused and stared at me, his
eyebrows forming an M.
“What do you mean, what are we going to do then?”
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