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From: Boris Ludmenkov <borisl@room3b.demon.co.uk>
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Subject: {ASSM} Security Considerations: by Boris Ludmenkov (mc, no sex)
Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2000 07:10:03 -0400
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SECURITY CONSIDERATIONS
"Look, I can't see why you're so angry."
"No, I know you can't. That's the sad thing."
"Look we aren't that different... Surely..."
"We aren't? How do you make that out?"
"Well, look at this place. Look at... at... at them!"
"At my little companions? They are lovely, aren't they? And useful. And
domesticated. Try a little more of the chilli. It's very good. Or would
you prefer something less spicy? My cook is a talented young lady."
"Look. Look mister..."
"You won't? A pity. It's all the traditional hearty last supper you're
getting, my friend."
At this point the man in the Hawaiian shirt and lurid shorts started to
weep.
"Oh, god.... God...."
"I don't think you're in good enough graces with Him to expect a miracle
to save you."
"Look, I know I've been a bad man. I've done some bad things. But
anyone, anyone who got given what.. what you and I got given... Anyone
would have..."
"I'm not disposing of you because you're wicked. I'm not a moralist. As
you said, we're alike in that. We've both indulged our appetites. But
you will notice that I was not indulging mine in a Florida beach front
hotel with teenagers. A disgusting state you left those rooms in by the
way. There was no call for that. You just seem to be a messy person.
Mess, mess, mess your whole life long."
"But look, couldn't we come to some sort of arrangement. I can see that
you'd wanna be the one in charge. I can. But I'd be useful. You give me
back the power, I can be useful to you...."
"How?"
"I can.. I can get things for you. Women! I can go out and I can...."
"There are only so many hours in the day, my dear fellow. I have all the
women I want or need. I can have any I take a fancy to. I just have to
be careful and discreet. No, I have no need for you. Besides, if you
worked for me you'd just make the same mistakes you made while working
for yourself. And that would never do."
"Mistakes? Huh? What mistakes? Huh?"
"Oh, there were so many! Do you know how I found you? You pulled the
same stupid stunt not once but three times. And in the same state! You
took a liking to a teenage girl (girls in one case, twin sisters). And
so that the parents wouldn't try to find them, you went and wiped the
minds of the parents. Erased all memory of their children."
"Yeah? And that was dumb? What the..."
"People, my dear fellow, frequently have more than two relatives."
"Oh."
"When aunts and uncles and grandparents ring up and ask 'By the way,
how's little Judy, the light of my life?' and parents answer 'Who's
Judy?' it rings alarms. It rings alarms with cops and shrinks and
ministers and social services and God alone knows who else and when they
start to compare notes... It was on the Internet last Tuesday. I was on
a flight to Florida on the Wednesday. On the Thursday evening I found
you, you repulsive little man. Living the life of Riley in Florida,
smashed out of your brains on coke and booze and trying to fuck yourself
to death with teenage bimbos. Gods! The things you did to warp those
young women's bodies. Those ludicrous tits on them! And their brains
were worse! You made them stupider than you are and that's saying
something!"
"Look... Look... I know..."
"I'm not disposing of you because I disapprove of you. I do. But that's
not the reason. The reason is that you are a menace. To me and however
many others have received this... this thing that lets us control the
minds and alter the bodies of others."
"There's more of us?"
"You never even thought to check did you? Oh, yes there are. And the
cleverer ones make sure we're protected from being taken over. It's not
hard once you think about it. And we circle each other and keep an eye
out for newcomers and idiots like you. And we wonder what it all means.
If anything."
"Oh, God. I never suspected... But look surely you don't mean to...."
"Oh yes, I do. I'm going to restrict you. I'm going to make sure that
you never, ever put me in danger again. Because if you were allowed
loose you'd be a danger to me and to every other person with the power.
So from dawn tomorrow you will start life as Mildred Peason, the
fiftyish housekeeper to a fundementalist Christian seminary. You will
have no knowledge of the sort of life you used to lead and think that
people with the powers you used to have were servants of the Devil.
Mildred is pious, pigheaded and very limited in imagination. She
believes in the Bible and not a lot else. Unlike you, she is the sort to
clean up mess not make more of it. And that will be your life for the
rest of your life."
"No! Please! No! I'll do anything! Look, couldn't you turn me... into
one your girls! I could be..."
"You damn fool! Why would I want you among my slaves? I like my servants
to have a certain minimum intelligence. And the power can take it away,
but it can't give you more wits than you were born with. No. You're
better off where you're going. And thank your lucky stars I'm in a
*good* mood!"
--
Boris Ludmenkov
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