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This is a piece I wrote last year and it did appear at
Theresa's Fiction Galaxy for a short time (before
they had a few problems), though it has been
cleaned up since. As always it is something just that
little bit different, though this one is that little bit
more experimental. I know that it has no TG
elements, but in its own way it could be classed as
'Outsider Fiction', a fiction that, like myself, rarely
fits in anywhere. So I ask your indulgence and
apologise for drifting away from the intent of this
archive; though I have no apologies for what I
write.
There are no 'hidden' messages or agenda's in this
story; as one friend said of it, 'Any more 'pointy'
and you could lose an eye with that.'
Tell me what you think?tell me if it worked?
Hypatia [email protected]
The Fool
By Hypatia
"The world is full of fools, and he who would see
none should live alone and smash his mirror."
Attributed to Claude Le Petit (1640-1665)
The morning came and gradually, the city awoke on
this important day. The signs had been obvious to
all that looked and many in this city believed them.
But the message had got garbled through the years
and people had twisted the meaning to work for
them.
The city had seen many changes over the years and
lots of important events since it was a trading post
for one John Ross. No more important event would
it ever see than this day. As for the people who
lived here, now almost six hundred thousand in the
area; today would be a day that they never would
forget . . .if they lived. In the city the people began
their day, each so tied up in such vitally important
matters that they were oblivious to the needs of
each other. On the roads begins the first movements
of cars to clog the cities arteries and cause the
tensions to rise even higher on this beautiful day.
Not one of the people secure in their metal coffins,
from the man in the 440 Plymouth Roadrunner to
the woman in the 750cc Fiat, all moving at walking
pace, knew what today would bring. Not one looked
out the window and smiled.
The heat of the day builds up, WGOW 1150 AM
warns that today is going to be the hottest day of the
year so far. Tensions grow as an accident occurs,
tempers flare, people shout and in a park sits a man.
The man is a fool; everyone knows that, from the
children who laugh at him, to the adults who shun
him. He is strange, he is different and on this, most
perfect of mornings, he smiles. A woman avoids
walking too near him, her shoes rapidly clicking on
the pavement in her haste to get away from him.
An angry man looks at him, suspiciously sizing him
up.
"What are you looking at?" he demands of The
Fool. "Are you simple? Are you a queer?"
The Fool just smiles and watches a bird.
The angry man in his frustration considers his
options and leaves The Fool to his contemplation of
the world; a fight now would cause him to be late
for work. Perhaps tonight. . .
*****
The mountain is a product of nature, what lies
inside it is a product of war. The men inside the
mountain would have been the first to curse The
Fool, far away in his park. Many would have been
the first to strike him for sitting there happy,
smiling at the world. But despite that, in here they
are sworn to protect him, the man in the 440
Plymouth Roadrunner and the woman in the Fiat.
Despite the fact that the hate and anger in the city
builds up, The Fool keeps on smiling and the men
in the mountain keep watching, guarding and
protecting all those unhappy people in the country.
*****
The man in the office is a proud man. He had
worked long and hard to get here, as had his family
over many years. He was 'The Man' now and all
knew his name. He sat in his office, alone, looking
out at the world and the sad people he could see in
the distance. He was a proud man, 'The Man' and a
sad man alone. He had the responsibilities of a
nation on his shoulders and it weighed heavy this
morning. The man in the office had sworn to serve
The Fool, the man in the 440 Plymouth Roadrunner,
the woman in the Fiat and the men in the mountain.
He sat alone and sad.
*****
High above the planet where the atmosphere was
left far below was nothing. It was just a point in
space without depth, height or width?then it
wasn't.
*****
From the city and across the country it is seen
clearly, a new star in the sky trying to rival the sun.
The man in the 440 Plymouth Roadrunner, the
woman in the Fiat and 'The Man' in his office do not
see it. The men in the mountain do not see it,
though their machines do. The Fool does and
smiles.
Across the planet, be it day or night, men and
women answer telephones. These are men and
women who have got there through hard work and
are proud of it. As they put their telephones down
these proud, men and women are scared.
The new star moves from east to west dropping in
height and the men in the mountain watched it. The
Fool watches the star move west and smiles.
High above the planet the creature weeps. It was old
even by the measure of its species, where two
millennia were but a brief pause. It looks down at
the planet, feels the minds of the people, and weeps
more.
"This can not be so," it screams. "Not this time.
What did I do wrong?"
As it weeps the creatures emotions change, from
grief for what it has found to anger. The creature
knew anger was wrong, far from what it believed,
but after so long, so many chances this . . .
The ship drops lower and lower, now in the
atmosphere, as the creature looks for hope and
potential.
*****
"Mr. President I have NORAD for you again," a
scared woman says into a machine.
"Thank you Agnes," The Man replies, sat in his
office, no longer alone.
"Mr. President I now recommend taking our
readiness from DEFCON 4 to DEFCON 2," a voice
says.
"General do we know what it is yet?" The man asks
fearfully.
"No Mr. President it just appeared high above The
Atlantic. It then stared moving westwards for one
orbit, dropping in height all the time. Now it
appears to be inspecting major cities and large
metropolitan areas around the world. At the
moment we can only presume this is a
reconnaissance as a prelude to an attack," the voice
replies.
"I will not make the first hostile move," The Man
answers firmly, his pride returning.
"Sir, I do not think that is a wise decision," the
voice replies.
"General we will not make the first hostile act
against this craft. If it makes a hostile action then
we will reassess the situation, until then stand
ready," The Man informs him.
"Yes Mr. President," the voice says, it is now a
scared voice.
*****
Far away from The Man and The Fool the craft
pauses, over an ancient city. The Creature has been
here many times but a lot has changed.
Far below a lone pilot is in an aircraft that fights to
gain the altitude to engage this strange craft, which
threatens his young nation.
Here was where The Creature started its work with
the inhabitants of this planet. It had been here long
before that though. It created them, encouraging a
bloodline here, pruning there, but that had been long
ago. Here was where it first told of the plan it had
for its creations and the path they must follow.
Here was where it found that its creatures found it
difficult to follow that path. Here its anger grew. It
had made its anger known to its creatures and some
had listened.
The missile hits the craft at maximum range; the
explosion though is but a minor irritation to The
Creature.
The intent enrages it.
The forces that The Creature lets loose on the
aircraft turn both aircraft and man into an
unrecognisable mass, the mass falls towards the
earth.
"Intelligent life is the most precious of gifts," The
Creature screams. "I said, you will not kill"
Forces begin playing out from the craft and the
earth erupts in response. Tanks are lost in crevasses,
aircraft on the ground erupt in fire as the ground
below them softens and liquefies, with the heat of
the earth's core. At sea, the ships that patrol the
coast are lost as the seas open and swallow them
and aircraft in the sky fall.
*****
"Mr. President the craft has attacked Israel and
destroyed their armed forces in a matter of
minutes," the voice through the speaker says. "It is
now over Egypt."
"Casualties?" The Man asks.
"Unknown at the moment, but we have to be talking
tens of thousands dead," the voice replies. "We now
have confirmation that an attack on Egypt has
started."
"Mr. President a decision has to be made and we
have to get you to safety," a man in uniform says
from the other side of the office.
"My place is here for the moment and I need to talk
to the people, there will be panic as soon as the
news breaks," The Man says his own fear now
resurfacing. "I want options people."
*****
In the city the traffic is still at a crawl, over the
radio comes an announcement. The Man is about to
speak.
"This is a time to be strong and resolute in our
actions and above all this is not a time for panic,"
The Man says. The people though know the truth
within his words.
The city the country and the world are afraid.
The people panic and The Fool watches a bee on a
flower, he smiles.
*****
Individually the nations rise, at first, to meet the
strange invader in their skies. The craft never falters
and the men who fight it valiantly, die violently.
A pilot in an aircraft prays as he approaches the
craft, his missiles away the airframe around him
crumples. His screams at the increasing pressure on
his body cease as his ribcage is shattered and the
lungs that gave him the breath to scream are
destroyed.
A sailor deep in the bowels of the ship is unaware
of the situation outside. The lurch in his stomach
and the loss of his footing is the first he knows of
the ships thousand-foot drop into a space, where sea
had been but a moment before. The burns and
broken bones from the fall into the machinery are
such a fleeting pain, as the ship implodes from the
pressure of water.
The soldier trapped in the tank far below the earth
cries out in terror for only a moment. The molten
rock outside is raising the temperature until the
blistered and twitching form, that once was a man,
erupts in flame.
*****
"Mr. President I suggest a limited nuclear
response?" a man asks in the silence of the office.
The Man takes a deep breath; he knew it might
come to this when he first took the job. He always
prayed it would never come to this.
"I need to speak to the Russian Premier first," The
Man says quickly. "But will you make the necessary
arrangements, while I do Admiral?"
*****
The craft works its way across the Middle East,
generations of hostilities fuelled the weapons of war
here and within two hours, they are gone.
"Why would you do this?" The Creature asks as it
pauses.
"Perhaps the mistake was mine?" It thought.
*****
Deep in the mountain is activity. The men are
scared, The Man had said 'now was the time and
every man was to do his duty'.
The men in the mountain know the truth within his
words.
They are now at DEFCON 1 hostilities are
underway. It was quite possible that none of them
would ever see the sun set on this day. None of
them smiled.
*****
Something brought The Creature out of its
contemplation of the faults of the world. Something
new, a vessel deep beneath the sea, one it has not
seen has launched another of the missiles against it.
The variety of methods of killing is enormous, if
they had just channelled this effort into something
else . . .Anything else.
The nuclear detonation occurs in the open desert of
Saudi Arabia. In the nearby city of Medina, holy to
so many people, the sound of the first nuclear
weapon used in anger for over fifty years is heard.
"You have advanced quickly," The Creature says as
it fights to keep the craft stable. "Many of the
secrets of the universe were within your grasp. But
these gifts are not for you now."
*****
"Mr. President we have lost contact with another
one," the voice says on the phone. The Man is
scared now as this invader continues with its
mission of destruction, oblivious to the efforts of
the planet to stop it. The nuclear weapons have
only informed it of the existence of the forces
beneath the ocean. Russia and China have had no
more success with their land-based missiles, though
for a while, its attention has turned towards them.
Europe was but a few hours work for the craft and
all attempts at communication have failed.
"What do I do now?" The Man asks looking around
at the people who were supposed to advise him. No
one answers?only silence.
*****
The planet would have to be cleared of the
infestation of The Creatures creations. The Creature
knew this, but postponed the inevitable. It took out
its anger on the military forces of the world,
destroying all that resisted without mercy. Anything
but the thought of wiping out a lifetimes work, it
knew now in the twilight of its life that it would not
be able to start again. It would have to pass this task
over to one younger, one with more patience than it
had now. Though it despised the thought of
destroying life, this life could not be allowed to
prosper.
*****
"Sir we have just lost our last submarine, we think
there might still be two Russian Typhoon Class out
there," an important man in a uniform says. "We are
at a disadvantage, the Russians now have an edge
and in the present situation might try to take
advantage of it"
"WHAT?" The man shouts.
"We may only have nuclear capability for a short
time now. Our strategic bombers will be picked off
in no time by this craft. We also have the Chinese to
consider, the situation off the Taiwanese coast has
not been good," the important man in the uniform
says.
"You are suggesting that in the middle of all this
chaos and madness that we should declare war?"
The Man asks the shock evident on his face.
"It is a possibility that has too be considered. Do not
doubt that the same question is being asked in many
countries at the moment," the important man in the
uniform tells him.
*****
"We have multiple launches," a man deep in the
mountain shouts.
"Where?" Another asks.
"Russia?" was the single word answer.
"At the craft?"
"At this time it would appear not sir. It looks like a
full-scale nuclear attack. We have launches in China
too. Yes we have multiple launches in China."
*****
The Creature is confused by the actions on the
planet. It could understand the attacks on itself, but
this was beyond comprehension. They are now
attacking each other, for no apparent reason.
Missiles are flying between countries, each
containing enough death to wipe out a city. This
cannot be allowed though; the creations have to
be removed, not all life on this planet. With a few
motions the missiles are gone, they are far away
safe in the depths of the star, which gives this planet
life. The creature again pauses in its devastation, to
try and understand why this course of action has
been taken.
It needs to know for its own curiosity, where it had
gone so wrong and how such a race as this survived
till now. But little understanding can be gained; for
it has limited understanding of the creatures it
created. Conflict is difficult to understand, this is
beyond difficult.
*****
"Mr. President I confirm all missiles have gone,"
The important man in the uniform says.
"What do you mean gone?" The Man asks.
"I mean they have gone, they are no longer there
sir" the important man in the uniform said with
panic in his voice.
"What about the inbound missiles?" The Man asks.
"All of them have gone. It is as if they were never
there."
"Do we have any options left?" The Man asks.
"No sir," was the answer he already knew.
*****
The creature knows it is wrong, the decision has
been unavoidable and rather than prolonging the
sorrow it feels, it should act now. But it couldn't, to
destroy life is against its nature and despite the
distance it has tried to keep from those it observes,
there is a love for them. At many times in their
development it had been there and in many forms,
they had falsely worshiped it as a god rather than an
equal, but that was something that it would correct
with time. The young races need to believe they are
watched, nurtured and cared for. An adult race faces
up to what is before them and takes its place in the
scheme of things, which is the way it should be.
Here is hate and fear; this race so near maturity
should be far beyond this by now. It searches in
vain for some glimmer of hope, some belief that
hate, ignorance and bigotry is not all that these
people are. It finds it many times, in the minds of
the children and many who cast away the values
that this world seems to cherish most of all, self-
importance and prosperity. There is hope then,
maybe they can be saved.
*****
"Mr. President though it has stopped it's attack, it is
now headed towards the Continental United States.
It is time for you to go now Sir," a voice tells The
Man, he looks up at the room full of scared people
looking at him for an answer.
"Where?" he asks. "Where can we go, why should I
survive if my people die?" he asks, his mind full of
confusion and fear, he is 'The Man' and a proud
man, he will do what is right.
"You are The President, our Commander in Chief,
you must be safe," the voice replies anxiously.
"I am The President, though I have no armed forces
to command," The Man replies. "Take the Vice
President, he is The Presidential Successor. Here is
my place, with my people. I shall stay and if they
die then so shall I."
*****
Deep in The Mountain, the men and women prepare
to die, they know their duty they know their place.
Here they will die with honour doing what they
swore they would do. A young man cries as the
craft approaches, some look at him with scorn
others pray making their peace before the end, not
knowing that what they seek peace with, is that
which they make war on.
*****
The Creature again pauses, high over The Mountain
contemplating that which it finds. Fear is the
driving force of the hate, fear of everything that is
different. They are still but children, maybe they
can be saved, but time is short. It had worked in the
past, a message clear and simple to show them the
way. Once there was a man who carried a message
for the creature, leading his people out of slavery to
build a society, the creature had used fear then.
Another man had reinforced the message bringing a
message of love, all mankind was the creature's
creation and all mankind must be loved. When it
had left the message was spreading, slowly but
amongst the villages of the land that the man lived,
they believed that with obedience to this one rule,
their place in the galaxy would be guaranteed. Now
they must be told that it could be tolerated no more,
that if they continued along the path that they now
followed that all would be lost. There could be no
more time; even the little it could give them was but
a reprieve. But out of a forbidden love for a childish
race, it would wait. Mankind would be given a new
message, a message of warning, a message of peace
and a message of hope. Mankind would listen as it
had before?or perish.
*****
In the park The Fool sits looking at the craft in the
sky, he smiles as the people of the city panic. He
smiles because the sight of something new delights
him, just as the sight of something familiar delights
him. He smiles because the people are sad and
maybe a smile might make them not so sad. He
smiles because in a world such as ours there is so
much to see and know.
The vision in his mind scares him, for a moment
and the smile leaves his face. Then a voice an old
voice, a sad voice, but a kind voice speaks. The
Fool knows what he must do, he knows what
mankind must do and the rewards can be wonderful.
*****
The Creature raises its craft out of the atmosphere;
the mind had been receptive and perceptive. It knew
what was needed and what must be done; with the
words of one, some would listen. With the words of
one and the words of the some who listened, the
gifts left within the mind of the messenger would
help mankind find its path out of fear. The Creature
whilst sad was confident, this time it would be
different.
*****
The men and women in the mountain cheered as the
craft left, the people of the city founded by John
Ross cheered also. 'The Man', did not cheer.
"Never again must this be allowed to happen, we
must be firm, and we must be strong. This time we
have been lucky, something we have done has
worked. Next time it must not cost so many lives.
This nation shall be strong again and never again
shall we be defenceless before an enemy," The Man
tells the happy people in his office. "They will be
back and next time they shall pay."
The happy men and women in his office agree.
*****
High up above the planet where the atmosphere was
left far behind was the craft. The creature wept no
more as it had hope. The craft occupied a place in
space with height, depth and width. Then it did
not?
*****
In the park the people smile, walking past on their
way home to people they loved. The man in the 440
Plymouth Roadrunner to the woman in the 750cc
Fiat, all moving at walking pace, smile; the mere
fact that they lived, now gave them joy. The
Fool did not.
He was aware of the knowledge within his mind, of
things beyond imagination, physics, mathematics,
biology and astronomy were in there. To be shared
with mankind, as a promise of that which could
come. But there was a price; the hate must stop.
The Creature would return and time was short;
everything now rested on him.
The Fool was scared; he sat there in the empty park
watching the stars rise, stars that he knew contained
life, hope and races that could give mankind gifts
and a purpose. If we could accept the fundamental
belief that life was sacred, then our place would be
assured alongside them.
"HEY QUEER!" a voice, shouts breaking the
silence. The Fool turns and sees a face he
recognises dimly from his day.
The Angry man holds a gun.
"No!" The Fool protests as the man raises the gun.
"We cannot live in hate, man must love his fellow
man if we are to survive and find a higher purpose."
"I KNEW YOU WERE A FUCKING QUEER!"
The Angry man shouts and the pistol he carries spits
fire at The Fool in the dark. The Fools body falls to
the ground lifeless, the single un-aimed shot that
enters his skull kills him quickly and painlessly.
The Angry man stands over the body a moment,
swaying from the alcohol he has consumed and
finding little satisfaction in the death. He kicks the
body hard, the violence of the act, even upon a
corpse, makes him feel strong and important. He
kicks it again and walks off.
"Men loving men?I knew the fool was a fucking
queer, no place on gods earth for those kind," he
says as he disappears into the darkness.
The End
Jeannie
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