Prison Mars by Fairbanks Lauren

Author:Fairbanks, Lauren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Redfiend Publishing
Published: 2023-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

2015 AD

The Interview

Morticia and Raphael are sisters. Raphael has died. Raphael is interviewing for a job on Mars. This is Morticia helping with the interviewing for Raphael’s position.

Interviewer: Morticia, do you understand why we employ people like your sister in our Mars space station?

Morticia: Dead people like my sister?

I: Don’t look at it as bad sister helps dead sister get desired space station job.

M: Of course … no.

I: Live bodies are worrisome. This takes complications out of the equation. Brain work.

M: Clear to me. Bodies equal issues. Distraction

. . . maintenance?

I: Morticia, tell us about your sister.

M: She’s Mensa.

On the wall in front of her, Morticia, the questioned sister, views a conversation on film between the two siblings when they were younger.

I: Do you remember this particular conversation with Raphael? (Raphael is off-screen)

M: Yes.

I: Can you overdub both parts of the conversation to the best of your ability?

M: Sure. (uncertain pause) Here goes:

M: I say Raphael! Not that red whitening gel!

R: Why?

M: Choose Crest! Accepted by the American Dental Association.

R: Aren’t all toothpastes the same?

M: I read in My Ántonia that white teeth …

R: Mine.

M: Yours … are not strong or long-lasting as the tiny yellow, too brown variety.

R: Yours.

M: Mine.

I: Morticia, what will it mean for you, personally, if Raphael gets the position on the space station?

M: Amaze-balls! My sister in a position like that? My life is sure to change.

I: Your life. (pause) Tell me what you see on-screen. Now.

M: Middle-aged me. Morticia. Bejeweled. Walking my dog. Same as every day. Nothing has changed.

I: Authorities professionally gathered psychological information about Raphael. You, as opposed to the other relatives, have been silent and adamantly not forthcoming.

M: Not qualified to give psych info.

I: Afraid? To be scrutinized yourself?

M: There is that. Of course. No shortage of people marching in … to comment … would be my uneducated guess.

I: Correct. Those marching in have been scrutinized. They come off as extremely unstable. Axe to grind types.

M: Yes, my family. Family members are talkers. Replete with motives, low returns on money, expectations, implements of destruction.

I: Hatred. Biases. What is on-screen now?

M: My mother screaming, “You whore,” way too close to Raphael’s puffy teenage face.

I: Message being?

M: No secret there! The usual: You need a nose job? You are fat whore. You slut!

I: Please overdub your Mom talking here. Match with what you view on-screen.

M: “Stop eating so much. Let me make you some food.”

I: Raphael complained about parental inconsistencies. Understandable.

M: She saw the hilarity with the “Stop eating so much.” The “YOU’RE FAT.” The “Let me make you some food.” Syndrome.

I: Funny girl. Could laugh at herself.

M: Yes. Very funny girl. She would joke I’m fat, ugly and stupid. And someone would pipe in, “You’re not stupid!”

I: Hah! Ironically, stealing is what landed her with her mother in the burbs?

M: Everyone stole. She got caught. Never squealed. Lived by a never-squeal code.

I: What do you see on-screen now?

M: Our old neighborhood. My idea. Four little girls running to a beautiful anachronistic Southern mansion.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.