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without even putting up a fight, that way. And if your enemy is war itself,
the only way to fight is by changing the world one person at a time.”
The “Captain” continued, undaunted. “Avast, ye soulless and unmetaphysical
lubber! Think not I yet seek still the white-skinned ‘whale’? Tis
worse: on horror’s scrolls accumulate fresh fears and deeds that call in
doubt God’s truth. I say that thou hast need of doctoring, for all thy pride
hastes thee to sodden ruin. I have need for a mortician, or a fine French
maid. Thou thinkst thou knowst but thou knowst not, O wretch!”
Johny could not hold himself back any longer. “What’s Mother Hive
Brain?”
The cabin seemed to fall silent, except for the far away humming of
the diesel engine. Red-face regarded him with bright eyes. “Do you realize
that you’re stuck in a novel?”
Johny was unaware of this fact.
The bus came to a sudden stop in traffic and Ahab came crashing to
the ground. From his position on the floor, free of the accent he had been
mangling, Johny thought he heard him say “Our agents will contact you
when you’re ready.” With that, he stood up, handed Johny a single piece
of paper, and the three of them got off the bus after it had ground again
to a halt.
The Mother Hive Brain Syndicate
Grand Lodge
Document LVX
“If you’re falling…jump!”
These are the basic precepts of this anti-Mother
Hive Brain syndicate. Any resemblance, correlation,
or synchronicity between this agency and the “Mother
Hive Brain” or the subversive agent known as “Robert
Anton Wilson” is purely coincidental. We operate
within the proper penal and moral codes of EVERY
society and frown very much upon all bad things. (If
you’re a Federal Agent looking into us because of
that whole “bomb incident” in ’96 all we can is that
we were far too busy organizing all of our meth labs
to possibly be involved.)
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