Dr. Adder by Jeter K W

Author:Jeter, K W [Jeter, K W]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction.Horror, Acclaimed.HWA's Top 40, Fiction.Sci-Fi
ISBN: 9780451164858
Google: 250WAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0451164857
Barnesnoble: 0451164857
Publisher: Roc
Published: 1988-02-02T05:00:00+00:00

“Go on, get out of here,” said Limmit, straightening up. “Leave me alone. No wonder KCID got rid of you. Who the fuck needs you? Or KCID, for that matter. Just like everything else in this shithole—two phonies sucking each other off.” Droit’s face filled with blood beneath the surface. “Okay, fuckhead,” he said, his voice tight. “Here’s the last piece of info I’ll give you for free. Did you see his arm? Did you?”

Limmit nodded, his own face beginning to burn.

“It’s not there, is it?” snapped Droit. “He had the glove grafted on before they caught up with him. And that’s what burned out his brain—what you brought him. Stick that up your ass and suck on it!” He pivoted on his heel and strode away, his figure compressed into an angry wedge through the alley.

Limmit felt the hollowness swell within, a bursting vacuum. Numbly, he thrust his hands into his jacket pockets and automatically drew out the yellow plastic radio. I don’t even understand, he thought abjectly, gazing at the silent object. But I know it’s true—I helped. He switched the radio on with one finger.

“Hohl! Alles hohl/” the radio sang out. “Ein Schlund! Es schwankt! Hörst du, es wandert was mit uns da unten! Fort, fort!”

Wozzeck again, thought Limmit as the music continued thornily. My song now. “All hollow” is right.

In a few moments the opera’s scene ended and the split-second of silence following was broken by a strangely cheerful, yet thoughtful voice. “KCID here at the mike,” it emerged humanely from the radio’s tiny speaker, “somewhere in the heart of L.A. You know, friends, I think more and more we’re all becoming like poor Wozzeck. I know my faithful listeners have their little problems, right, gang? But it would be so much easier, wouldn’t it, if the earth really weren’t hollow. Hohl, alles hohl That’s the way it is, all right. Isn’t that what you were just thinking? Ein Schlund, a gulf, an abyss, yawns beneath us and what can we do, friends? Some of us wait all our lives for something, somebody to come and make us whole, make us what we dreamed we were meant to be. And then, friends, he’s snatched right away from us. The ol’ abyss yawns and the awaited one falls right out of our sight. It seems like that pit is always there beneath us, waiting for us to forget about it, then it opens up again, swallowing up some part of us. Right, friends? Doesn’t it seem like that? Poor Wozzeck, poor radio audience. You bunch of losers. But there’s still hope. Yes, I sincerely mean that, and I’m talking right now to a certain specific individual out there, he knows who he is, and the rest of you just butt out, okay? Now listen, fella: there’s things down there in that pit, too. Es wandert was mit uns da unten, right? Something’s moving down there. Go talk to it, if you think something was coming for you. How long will you go on thinking that, hmm? There’s levels beneath this one, you know.

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