The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Devil In The Machine 2: No Vaccine For Death
by Cabinessence
Hans Richstag looked at the cold concrete colored walls of his small
apartment and felt like he was trapped in a tomb built for the living, with
a modem as his only lifeline to the rest of humanity. The antiquated
computer and its printer companion stood together on a table in the
corner, the lone concessions to the fact that the world outside his window
had gone forward without him. Every other space in the room was
enveloped in the memories of those glories long past, rusted frames
holding dust covered pictures of the once powerful and mighty, now only
a dietary supplement for worms. At one time in his life he was very
important too, highly sought after by all of the leading war powers. But
now he was kept hidden by a government in ruins. The KGB had even
stopped watching his movements long ago. But the lack of prying eyes
left him feeling as if he was a bad memory that had already been
forgotten. Approaching his mid-eighties, the infirmities of old age have
conspired to have him remain a virtual prisoner in this small apartment
outside Moscow. Waiting for the moment when death will leave him not
much more than a footnote to the darker side of humanity.
In his youth, he was an acclaimed Nazi scientist working on
advances in biological warfare. He was part of a team that developed the
gas that would later kill thousands of Jews. He had brought ethnic
cleansing into the modern era. By the end of the war, he was working on
prototypes of missals that would be able to carry biological weapons of
mass destruction. After the war was over, he was captured by the allied
troops. He was then sentenced to be tried for crimes against humanity.
During the Nuremberg Trials however, he was whisked away by the
Russians to help develop their own weapons arsenal. There was no guilt
on their part for doing this, for during the reign of Stalin, crimes against
humanity were very much the in thing to do.
Soon he was also very much in demand in Russian social circles,
even becoming an intimate of Stalin. And why not? Didn't they have
mass death and lack of remorse in common? But now he was nearly a
forgotten man. Last year a professor from a local university did come
asking for his help in writing a book about the Holocaust. He left the
computer and the Internet service so they could keep in touch. Oh and
sometimes he'd log on and see his name mentioned while lurking about
on the alt.fan.biological.weapons and alt.fan.germ.warfare newsgroups
on the Internet. It would give him some bit of encouragement and make
him smile. He may be old, but his mind was still as sharp as it was in the
old days. He could still be of some use to someone. He had read about
the ethnic cleansing in Kosovo and figured that he could be of some
help, but no one called.
One night while he was reading an article he had downloaded entitled
"No Guilt Genocide: How To Kill All The People You Want And Still
Enjoy Your Life" by Idi Amin, he noticed large puffs of white smoke
coming out of his computer. He got up and pulled the plug out, but still
the smoke continued to fill the small room. After a few minutes the
smoke began to take the form of a man, well close enough. It was a man
with horns on his head with skin that looked like he forgot to use
sunblock.
" Sorry Hans, I would have been here quicker but you only have a
9600 baud modem. You really need to upgrade this machine."
"Who? who are you? The angel of death? Well if you are it is about
time. I have been waiting for you. This is no life anymore. I am ready."
"Hey are you are mistaking me for an angel? Well, I have got to talk
to my public relations people about that one. They must have been
sending out the wrong publicity photos. Probably the ones showing my
good side, no wait, hell, I don't have a good side. But this kind of talk
might give me the wrong reputation. Besides they don't call him the
Grim Reaper for nothing you know, no sense of humor. I on the other
hand have a great personality. And another thing I don't play chess, I
wouldn't be caught near a bishop. But I do understand your mistake; you
never really have seen the face of death even though you have been
serving him for years. And no you are not going to die."
"But who are you then? How did you get in here?"
"I am a fully authorized and licensed agent of the devil. You could say
I am sort of like Hell's version of Amway, if you don't find that one a bit
redundant. I have been sent to find you and reward you."
"Reward me for what?"
"For coming up with the way to kill twice the number of Jews in half
the time and with no waxy yellow buildup. The killing of the five million
has left a legacy of hatred that you should be proud of, hatred that still
lives inside every survivor and their family. For you see we who are
from the Hades and exist on your world must feed off the hate of others
in order to survive. I live inside of the computer networks of the Internet
searching out agents of hatred. You see, the computer age has made it
easy for me and the other agents of the devil to track down those who are
full of hatred. All we have to do is read their email. People just love to
share their hated with each other. Hallmark really missed the boat on that
one, share hate with someone you can't stand. This has also made it easy
for me to track you down. "
"What are you talking about? I have been a loyal and faithful servant
of two governments. I am merely a scientist; I have only been doing my
job. I don't hate anyone."
"Yes and while you have done a great job, the fact is that you've
created deadly biological weapons, but you have never seen them
actually work yourself. You were too afraid to see the effects first hand.
You have never seen the little children gasping for breath as the
chemicals tear apart their young lungs, leaving them a mucus mess.
Their parents watching as they join them in death. No, you are the
anonymous giver and the anonymous giver is always the most revered,
be it in giving charity or death. And no, you didn't kill those people
yourself, but every single spray of toxic fumes that were bestowed
among those helpless people had your name on it."
" I didn't kill anyone. It wasn't really me; I was forced to do it. I
was only following orders."
" I was only following orders, I was only following orders, do you
know how many times I have heard that stupid defense? One guy back
in the seventies even claimed it was his dog that was giving him the
orders. Can't you come up with something different, like that guy who
shot that mayor in California a while back? It's too bad you didn't have
Twinkies in Germany back in those days?"
"Twinkie, What is this Twinkie?"
"It is a sweet pastry, very popular in America. Hitler would have loved
it. It is all creamy white in the center surrounded by light blonde sponge
cake. A truly Aryan gastronomical delight. Why I could have seen it
being named the official snack food of the Third Reich. But let's get
serious. "
"What do you want, my soul?"
"What is with you people today? We get enough souls already for
free today that we don't need to buy them. Hell is so overcrowded; we
can't build flaming pits fast enough. Besides if I wanted to buy a soul
today, all I have to do is click on 'Souls For Sale' on E-bay. There are
hundreds of people wanting to sell their soul. All the time I see
minimum bids of one wish, two wishes, a night alone with Heather
Locklear, or your best offer not resulting in pain. No, I am not after your
soul, besides I already own it. I picked up all the Nazis souls in a
package deal back in 1944."
"So what do you want of me? "
"I want you to continue on with this type of work."
"But I am old, even though my mind is as it was, I cannot work like I
did, my hands are stiff and useless from arthritis. My body is weak and
tired."
"Who says you have to be in this body? I can make you young again.
As young as you want, a teenager in fact."
"You can? But why?"
"So that you can continue your work, like I said, for another lifetime."
"But I don't want to be living anywhere near here. I am through with
Russia, Germany too. One lifetime spent in either place is one lifetime
too many."
"I understand. You will be sent to a place far away from here I can
guarantee that."
"Can I choose where I go. I want to go to someplace warm. I am so
sick of winter."
"Hey I'm only a demon not a travel agent, but I will see what I can do.
I can also throw in a few other benefits. I know that it has been a while
since you have indulged in the pleasures of the flesh."
"Yes, I haven't been popular with the ladies for a very long time."
" I guess being a designer of weapons of mass destruction would not
be deemed a big turn on to some women. Hey babe, you want to come
up to my apartment and see my cyanide collection, not very impressive.
I do know that the women who were given to you for your pleasure by
the Russian government were tortured beforehand into submission. Not a
recommended way to find one's soul mate, but it does cut down on your
bar tab. Why try to impress your date with expensive clothes and a nice
dinner, just beat them into submission with the new Whipomatic from
Ronco."
"No, I never resorted to that, they liked me, they really liked me."
"Hey, don't turn into Sally Field on me guy. Yes, they liked you,
because no one would be able to beat them while they safe were in your
bed. If you would have answered a personal ad of theirs in the back of
the local Kopeksaver, they would not have given you the time of day."
"I am certain that you speak the truth. I know that ever since the death
of Stalin, I have spent many of my nights alone."
"I can understand that, I could see that Krueshev was no babe magnet.
And what was with that shoe fetish! But now you will never have to
spend another night alone. You will be young and very attractive. You
will be able to have all the sex you want with multiple partners that are
more than willing. "
"What do I have to do?" said Hans eagerly.
"Just take my hand, stand up in front of the computer and say Julie
Andrews."
"Julie Andrews? What does that mean?"
"Sorry, I just like impressing people that I was the creative consultant
for Bedazzled. I guess you never saw it here in Russia, bad distribution.
Raquel Welch in that bikini would have certainly heated up the cold war.
Now get up and take my hand."
Hans slowly got up and took the hand of the demon. They walked
together towards the computer.
"Julie Andrews." They said together.
Soon both Hans and the demon quickly vanished in a cloud of smoke,
the smoke then being drawn into the computer, taking them where?..
It was another cramped apartment, one even less furnished, just a bed
and a dresser. This one was above a bar in Lagos, Nigeria that catered to
the tourist trade. The demon walked slowly towards the slight sleeping
figure in the bed. On the bed lay a beautiful and very well developed
dark skinned African girl of about eighteen years. She was thrashing and
moaning as if she was in the middle of a nightmare. Her skimpy white
cotton gown, drenched with sweat, was left revealing more than it was
ever designed to. The demon stood above her and said.
"Well Hans, I gave you what you asked for. You are in a warm
climate; you cannot get much warmer than Central Africa. And being in
Africa, you are far away from both Russia and Germany. Why they even
have a connection to the Internet in the bar downstairs with a web site to
attract foreign visitors. This area of the world is not as backward as it
seems, why even the Zulu's have a web site these days where they sell
shrunken heads made to order. Of course that will be of no use to you
now. As I promised, you are young, just turned eighteen, and very
attractive to the opposite sex. Of course you are also black, poor, female,
and somewhat illiterate. Not exactly what you would have desired, but
you can't have everything. What kind of devil would I be if I gave
everybody all the things that they wanted? You may wonder how being
so uneducated will allow you to carry on your work, well for this kind of
work you will be doing you will have knowledge enough. You know
how to count the money your johns' give to you and be able to figure out
that it is the right amount. That is right, you are now a prostitute and like
most prostitutes here in Lagos you are infected with the AIDS virus. Oh
don't worry you won't even know it. You are one of the lucky ones and
won't show any symptoms for years and maybe by then they will have
found a cure. But you are infectious, so in the meantime you will still be
able to carry on your work of biological genocide, albeit on a more
personal level this time. You see you screw two people and they screw
two people and so on and so on, until thousands are left dying. This
whole AIDS epidemic is ingenious, to invoke death in the same act that
creates life. But don't feel guilty about it. They are asking for it, and
hell they are paying you for it. The reason AIDS is spreading so
rampantly here in Central Africa is that African men feel it unmanly to
use a condom. And besides isn't going to a harlot, now that word is a
blast from the past, a sin. No good Christian would do it and isn't that
why you killed the Jews, because they weren't good Christians. It's all
the same. It is all a repetitious cycle."
The young black girl started thrashing even more wildly.
. "Oh don't get into such a snit, you won't remember any of this when
you wake up. Well most of you won't. Part of you will know however
who you were, the part in the back of your mind that will be filled with
hatred at what you have become, giving me the hatred I need to survive.
But you will be helpless to be anything than what you are, what I have
made you. Your name is now Kneesha and you will remember being her.
Isn't it funny how your new name sounds like a Jewish meat dish? Well
that would be quite appropriate since you did help send the Jews to their
deaths like lambs to the slaughter. Or could it be that men would now
regard you as nothing more than a mere piece of meat? Also now you
will no longer be the anonymous giver. You will now be able to see the
faces of those that you will send to their death. Not only that, but you
will feel them eagerly thrusting inside you in pure lust. Then they will
leave, helpless to stop the seed of death that you have implanted in them
just as they have implanted their seeds of life inside you. You will
always be the benefactor of death by biological means. That will always
be your destiny. There will be no way to stop the pattern that has been
set for you, just as there is no vaccine for the death you distribute. As for
you, the only way to keep from dying is to just go on living. It is as
simple as that. And Hans or Kneesha, I will see that you keep on doing
just that. "
And with that the demon vanished.
The End.
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