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Chapter 9, Grid 2
Save the World, Burn it Down.
Where equality and fraternity lie, there can be no liberty.
— Robert A. Wilson
…But first an important note. After World War II (the sequel to the
smash hit “War to end all Wars”), many people produced offspring.
Space, style, and the writer’s own fractured attention span prevent a
detailed analysis, but for a variety of reasons all of these folks needed a
place to live. Did I mention that the economy was booming, and there
was such a thing as trust in leadership? That there was an American
dream that many thought would amount to more than a stain on the
sheets in the morning? Thus the mighty bastion of mediocrity was
established, spat out into the world, and eventually dried, crusted over,
and needed to be eliminated. This phenomenon, this really-not-all-thatrevolutionary-revolution
(though important to our semi-linear thread, a
scrap of plot), was called the suburbs. These bleak and warring nationstates
served but one purpose, transparent to all but the keenest, trained,
red-eyed observer. That purpose (which led to the death of John F.
Kennedy), was simple: to distribute drugs to children. This, my horrified
friends, was a secret even to the government. It was devised, operated,
organized and funded by the Vatican.
— Mugwump Jizm, senior editor
After Jesus’ sermon against pork, the group fell silent. Johny was surprised
when the girl simply smiled enigmatically when Jesus finished.
Producing an unusually long cigarette from her purse, she nodded
slowly. “What’s your name?” She took a long drag and exhaled slowly,
letting the smoke curl around her thin lips.
Wiry-wheelchair-man blinked slowly. “Frederick.”
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