Multitude by Swanson Peter Joseph

Author:Swanson, Peter Joseph [Swanson, Peter Joseph]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-08T23:00:00+00:00

He slowly opened the door, having no idea what to expect. “A room? An empty room!” He warily put his head into the room. It didn’t bite. He stood at the door and looked around, breathing deeply, waiting for the terror of privacy to assault him. When he decided nothing could happen, he took off his clothes and looked around in the rooms, throwing open closet doors to yell into them, and nobody was there to attack. Then he remembered that that was the whole point. “Nobody.” He walked over to a window at the far wall to look at the back courtyard. “Hello!” Nothing out there moved. He shivered.

He went to a bathroom mirror and gazed at his hairy head. He was especially intrigued at how he now had eyebrows framing his eyes making them so much more dramatic. He considered his head from all angles. It disquieted him. He now seemed like a different person. “New person,” he said, touching his lips and nose. “Clone.” After taking a shower he looked at his hair again in the mirror, amazed again at how much it had changed his entire appearance. He shaved just his beard.

Thorn went to the main room that was void of any furnishings except a few chairs, a table and several empty paper boxes. He sat on the floor against the wall and started to feel crushingly alone. He jumped up and noisily squashed the boxes and then called up Venus’s hologram crowd. He watched them walk around for a while, trying to pretend he was safe in the streets of Subco Gibeah. “Wild thought!” he yelled at a man with no shirt. “You were thinking of your mother! You wanted to eat something with olive oil! It isn’t here! And you’re not going to perfect bliss in Elysium Grounds! Pillplace!” he yelled at another. “You haven’t used your body rights in seven hours! Another minute more and your poncho will pop! Wild thought!” he yelled at a woman in a mini-dress patterned in cartoon bugs. It reminded him of Eleven Jane. He tried to look up her skirt. “You’re not invented. You’re not a clone! You can’t go to perfect bliss in Elysium Grounds! It was made for clones, the real men! Men!” He lay on his back for a while, watching everybody walking around. Although he was where he looked like he would be stepped on, they all ignored him and sometimes moved right through him. When that ignorant fantasy lost its appeal, Thorn jumped up and dimmed the lights.

He found the bedroom and nodded off. In his dream his thirty-foot father stomped up to him. “Thorny Boy, I’m furious with you! You’re nothing! You’re nobody! You’re a failure! You’re lost opportunities and wasted chances! God will shun you! You have no soul! You’re like a farm animal raised only for a barn! You’ll be dropped into a chute and made into food like a farm animal! You’ll have no grave! You didn’t exist! You’ll just be packages in the vending machine.

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