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lie said, getting ready to play hero,<br />
like on TV.<br />
“Wait!” Merrie held out her hand<br />
like a traffic cop. “You’ll wreck the<br />
door. You might hurt her, and for<br />
what? I bet the Jovians have something<br />
else up their sleeves if this<br />
doesn’t work.”<br />
“Yeah, after all they have thirteen<br />
of—” Charlie was interrupted by<br />
Merrie’s ring tone.<br />
“Yes,” Merrie spoke to her cell,<br />
“Violet’s in the bathroom too. No,<br />
we’ve had about enough.” Merrie<br />
closed the phone and said, “Jody’s<br />
going to compromise with Coventry,<br />
and says it’s all over the news. This<br />
confiscation order is very unpopular,<br />
and not just with kids, parents too.”<br />
“At least we won’t be alone,”<br />
Charlie said over his shoulder as he<br />
retrieved Violet’s cell, hidden in the<br />
bookshelf. Soon after he pressed<br />
the power button it beeped with a<br />
message. Charlie showed the screen<br />
to Merrie:<br />
BLIMM: Can’t we all just get<br />
along? We’re sorry.<br />
“Ha! Fine time for that!” Merrie<br />
said. “After all the trouble they’ve<br />
caused?”<br />
“Well, you know, I’ve kinda en-<br />
joyed watching Dick Peacock lose<br />
his authority. He’s such a terrible<br />
boss. It hasn’t been all bad,” Charlie<br />
said.<br />
“I guess it’s time we let young<br />
girls have a chance. Old men have<br />
been running things, and we know<br />
how well that’s turned out,” Merrie<br />
said<br />
“Or is this just our bladders talking?”<br />
Charlie slid Violet’s cell under<br />
the door. The knob turned. “Ladies<br />
first,” Charlie said, as Merrie rushed<br />
in with no time to spare.<br />
***<br />
And so the frequent need which<br />
nature in her mysterious wisdom<br />
had placed upon all people of Earth<br />
finally handed cherished victory to<br />
the girls, who were reunited with<br />
their Jovian Best Friends Forever,<br />
since everyone has to pee.<br />
Bff.jov © 2009 by Scott Davis<br />
Lightning flashed across the sky<br />
like brilliant spider webs. Rain<br />
poured from the clouds and into<br />
the turbulent waves of the ocean’s<br />
surface, swirling froth and foam in<br />
torrents.<br />
A small white bulb floated across<br />
the crashing surface of the water,<br />
dipping and bobbing with the force<br />
of the waves, but never submerging.<br />
The bulbous shape resembled<br />
that of a disc or an upturned saucer.<br />
Rain pelted its smooth top as it<br />
coasted along through the vicious<br />
storm, rocking in violent jerks.<br />
Inside of the floating orb sat two<br />
haggard-looking men in blue flight<br />
suits. Facing one another, their harnesses<br />
held them fast to the seat<br />
backs as they swayed with the outside<br />
currents. The smooth, membrane-walled<br />
interior of the vessel<br />
was lit with iridescent blue light,<br />
which played over the faces of both<br />
men within.<br />
“How much further?” the first inquired.<br />
“It shouldn’t be long, Veedle,”<br />
replied his traveling companion,<br />
with an irritated tone. “Our coordinates<br />
were very precise.” Melkins<br />
adjusted the sweaty spectacles that<br />
framed his beady eyes.<br />
Into the Deep<br />
by Brandon Meyers<br />
ISSUE <strong>53</strong><br />
“Right,” Veedle agreed. “The coordinates.”<br />
A particularly strong<br />
wave threw them both sideways in<br />
their seats. “As long as we’ve got<br />
those.”<br />
When the lightning burst outside,<br />
it lit the interior of the compartment,<br />
pulsing through the thin but<br />
tough barrier and nearly blinding<br />
the vehicle’s occupants.<br />
“Say, Melkins. Suppose the coordinates<br />
were off just a little bit...”<br />
“Impossible,” Melkins gruffed.<br />
“These are not things that the Gantry<br />
takes lightly. You have no idea<br />
how much money was spent on the<br />
design and construction of this device.”<br />
He struggled to keep his glasses<br />
fixed on his nose.<br />
“Right, right,” Veedle said. “Well,<br />
with all that money, you’d have<br />
thought they might at least hire<br />
some kind of decorator. After all, it’s<br />
a little bland in here.”<br />
“Please quiet yourself.”<br />
“And supposing I don’t?” Veedle<br />
prodded.<br />
“You know the rules,” Melkins<br />
said.<br />
Veedle peered over the edge of<br />
the viewing port. Save for the circular<br />
bench seat, and a short ledge for<br />
their feet, the round vacuous hole<br />
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