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Well I guess I've lurked long enough, now I'm posting my first fiction in
years. All comments and criticisms are welcome. I do hope you enjoy
this
story.
Spazz
A token story by Jean Rea
All rights reserved
Sunday 25 March, 2005
"Good morning Judith and Angie, I've made some mods to the vocorder.
Heeheehee" "Ummm I still need to work on the laugh function, I guess."
"Gee boss I guess so. That sounded like that old kids video "The Iron
Giant"
"Angie Blackwell you should be ashamed of your self, this is the first
time Tony has had the heuristic neural interface working at all"
Ah yes Dear Journal, I've started without proper introductions once
again. I am.... or was Dr. Anton von Krag. A Ph.D. in mechanical
engineering, I owned a small prototypes and design firm in Minneapolis
until last week. For the last 12 years I was confined to a total mobility
wheelchair, now things are a bit ...... different.
As some one someone who's life has been so radically changed twice,
once by a drunk and the second by a small coin. I've decided to write
down what has happened to, well keep my self centered. For months
after the car cash I was a wreck (no pun intended) trying to come to grips
with what had been done to me. Sister Kenny Institute at Abbot-
Northwestern did their best but it was Sifu Chang who showed me the
path to accepting what had happened to me.
I started at a very young age to work in design, my mom said I was
taking things apart and more importantly putting them back together
from around age three. I KNEW what I was going to do from the start
you see, I was going to rebuild the world. Quite conceited, I guess but in
ways very true.
After the accident, for all kinds of reasons I never needed to work again.
My cash needs where lavishly taken care of by the insurgence
settlements. And for a long time just learning what the limits of my body
imposed on me kept me busy. I still had the itch though and soon worked
out some very primitive work-a-rounds that allowed me to go back to
design work. Without the needs that once forced me into some
semblance of normality, I soon was working 20 plus hours a day.
The products for assisting some one who was physically unable to care
for him or her self, where in my opinion just junk. I soon came out with
new designs for whole body wheelchairs, walkers, vocorders that
allowed speech to those that couldn't. These things soon spread to the
non-disabled world, and the money just rolled in. Heck, the home I built
so that I could function was radical, but with a aging Boomer population
it was copied because it was so practical.
I never wanted to be dependent of people, I had learned all to well that
they would destroy what didn't fit in. Sifu Chang helped me to come to
grips with that very limiting thought pattern. With his help I soon was
using my body in ways that I'd never believed possible to start with. I
also was blessed with some aides who didn't feel that I was just a hunk of
meat to shoved, pushed and prodded.
That was my first Life change. The second is much more recent and still
boggles my engineers mind and soul. Angie had come back in to work
from a vacation in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I had never believed in
the tales of how debauched it could be, she did change my mind. She
also brought back some massive hangovers, plus at least 10 kilos of
trinkets, beads, coins ( I understand they're call Doubloons) and just
STUFF for all of us to play with. She piled all this onto us and we had
fun just seeing her pics and descriptions. I guess the decoration of my
chair might be a bit tacky, I hope Lupe does enjoy them too.
Ah yes, Lupe. Later that afternoon I was rolling through South dale Mall
looking for Mothers day gifts for the staff. That's where I first
encountered Ms. Constance Guadaloupe Santa Maria Delgado, much to
my displeasure.
"Fucken Spazzy son of a bitch, get the fuck out of my way"
Yes she has a charming way of speaking, to bad now all she can do is
grunt. She and her gang of girls had gotten on the service elevator, I
guess to divide up the days shoplifting spoils. Looking me over as a
thing was bad, but as prey was worse.
"Hey Gina you think this Spazz has more money and goodies on him? I
mean look at him, nice clothes, and all these packages.......Girls I think
we need to do a Robin Hood, don'tcha?"
Lupe smacked me while saying so, it hurt.
"Gee I don know Lupe, wadda ya think"
Gina started going through the wrapped presents, keeping what the gang
wanted and throwing the rest away. Lupe by this time had riffled my
waist pack, taking the cash and credit cards. I knew trying to fight back
would only get me hurt worse, so I didn't resist. all this time i grasping in
my bad arm the token that Angie had given me, she called it a wish
Doubloon. I sat there knowing it was going to get worse, the other 3
girls, Lupe and Gina started beating, hitting and kicking me. Lupe and
they just laughed and laughed.
As I lay there bleeding on the dirty elevator floor, I saw Lupe pull out a
knife and start to wave it around.
"Well Spazzy, we wouldn't want you telling on us, now would we. I
guess I'll just ........ ummm do a bit of emergency first aid. You should be
so grateful, know what I mean"
I started wishing then that she and her "girls" would know justice first
hand. when I saw the hand come down at me holding the knife.
I woke up screaming and sobbing, holding my old body. We were
covered with gore, I looked down at that face I knew so well and saw
that Lupe was in there, trapped and helpless. This Lupe's body was cut
and assaulted also. Paramedics, police and firemen all came rushing to
our aid.
I woke up again some time later, clean and stitched up in
Fairview-Southdale hospital. Seeing Lupe's mother and brother there was
a shock, I remembered that both of them were involved in the drug trade
in a Mexican gang. These two didn't match what the old Lupe's
memories had recalled, why they looked nice!!
"Momma, Frankie" I croak.....
"Ah my baby is here" her tears of gladness started my own. We all
started to talk at the same time. Frankie held up a hand , saying one at a
time, one at a time. By then a nurse had come rushing into the room
trailed by doctors and other nurses.
"Hello Ms Delgado, I'm Doctor Harnish. Do you recall what happened to
you?"
"Not much Doctor, all I can remember is seeing a body covered in blood
and me ...... well in hysterics."
"Ummm, well I'll let you learn what's happen from your family. Now
then hold still and let me do a few tests"
The afternoon went by quickly and soon I was exhausted, Momma and
Frankie came back for visiting hours and filled me in, a gang of skin
heads lead by a Eugene O'Riliey had attacked me and Dr. von Krag in
the service elevator. I had managed to pull the alarm, they left before
doing the whole job and ran smack into a Bloomington SWAT unit.
After this news I was, to put it mildly ...Stunned. In a few days I was
back to full health, the police had come by several times to ask
questions. I also had a visit from my old body's law firm. They informed
me that in the terms of how Dr. von Krag had set up his will if
incapacitated the people that helped him would receive a reward of
1,000,000 Dollars apiece, tax free. I remembered doing that but never
thought I would receive it myself.
Epilog:
I went several times a month to the body of Dr. von Krag and told Lupe
how I was doing, high school and the trial (Gina, Carmen and Dulce had
all received life in prison without parole) and then Renlassler Tech for
studies in Biogenetic Interface Engineering. I know it's cruel but for
some reasons I feel I have to, for justice if nothing else.
All in all I feel that justice has been served, I have a nice healthy body,
I still love women in the same way I did when I was a man. I've made a
contribution to my planet in cleaning up the wastes we made. All this
thanks to a coin from the Mardi Gras, I am blessed.
Jean Rea
[email protected]
"Life is insanity, The crazy people are the ones that deny that."
E. Hayes
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