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Fantasy, horror, SF: novels, short stories, flash fiction. Also poems, writing advice, the medical memoir CANCER PATIENT and comment on Islam. Read free online. This site by Hugh Walter Gilbert Cook, an FSF writer born in Britain and educated in New Zealand. Hugh Cook is the author of a number of books, including the ten volumes of the CHRONICLES OF AN AGE OF DARKNESS.

Making an Atom Bomb

        He decided to take the reverse engineering approach. He started with a bottled scream, with a liquid eyeball, fluids still hot to the touch. Added a burning dog, a paralyzed clock. Threw in a bubbling plastic mannequin, the corpse of an eyeless lizard jammed between its thighs - one child that never needed a name.
        Six months later, the bomb was finished. Gleaming. Perfect.
        All he needed now was an excuse ...

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Meeting My Agent

        So we get together in this restaurant in the World Trade Center, and Ronnie gives me the bad news about the proposal.
        "No," says Ronnie.
        Just like that. Flat no.
        "Why?" I say.
        Thinking to myself: I need the advance, you bastard!
        "It's just not credible," said Ronnie. "They out the spy? For, like ... what's the word? Pique?"
        "Yeah," I say. "It's refreshing, original."
        "No," says Ronnie. "It's not original. It's nutso. The government doesn't out its own spies. We don't betray our own side, not without, you know, motivation. Someone sells out for a million bucks, something like that."
         "But that's what makes this so original," I say. "I've created unique monsters. They've disconnected from ... what can I call it? The protocols of necessity, shall we say. Make sense?"
        "No," says Ronnie. "It doesn't."
        "The smallest thing," I persist. "The smallest thing, they'll set it up so people are killed, tortured, thrown in jail ... they out her, it's headline news, her contacts get rounded up -"
        "Yeah, yeah, sticks in orifices," says Ronnie, impatiently, cutting me off. "That's your problem. You're just wacko. You're just too much into this stuff. I mean, this is one sick fantasy. People getting disappeared, beaten up, deported off to these, these - "
        "Torture camps. The overseas torture camps."
        "Yeah, that. And the bit about the guy with the gunshot wounds ...."
        "That's just how I see it," I protest. "You know my ethos."
        "Yeah, yeah," says Ronnie. "The reality thing. But you gotta accept, this isn't reality, this is just, like I said, just -"
        "My demented imagination."
        "Yeah, that."
        And, five minutes later, Ronnie is gone. Leaving me with the bill for the dead duck and the oyster shells. Alone in the restaurant, looking out at the view of the blue sky and an airplane.

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Genghis Lotus

Genghis in his lotus mode
Contemplated the sushi of his thoughts.
Karmic nirvana:
The circulation of his memories appeases
Even his darkness.
He is the silence of the ringing bell.
Forgetting, he imagines
His eyes can see the billion lapiz blue,
The billion blues of the skies that he remembers.
For a moment,
He is complete:
He is Lord Lotus.
An old man now,
At peace with the iron poetic.
The horselords and the sunken snows.
Remembering, also,
The smile of the girl who died.
Remembering that,
He imagines,
For a moment,
A world without cancer,
A world in which stones
Are no longer condemned to blindness.
Then the mood is broken.
He speaks, and says,
"I'm ready."
Of all the deaths he captured,
He owns but just the one,
And yet this one, this surcease,
Will be sufficient.

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