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After having hosted such an event, he knew that people would never
again forget about him.
“I bet you’re all wondering how The Human Race will be run.
Well, it’s going to be a great deal of fun, let me assure you. Each of the
contestants will be sent back to an Ancient Empire heading for
decline and placed in a position of power. What they do with their
power and what decisions they make will help us determine whether
or not their modern consciences are an improvement over those of
their ancient predecessors. Sound fun?”
The audience applauded, again on suggestion. They had no idea
if it sounded fun or not. To most of them it sounded kind of weird.
“Each evening we will see one contestant take their turn at the
Human Race,” Zarathustra announced, “and tonight, I’m very proud
to announce that—Bob Rigmaroli will be the first contestant!
Congratulations Bob!”
Bob stood up and thrust his fists in the air. “Yeah!” he screamed,
and ran downstage to where Zarathustra was standing.
“Wooooooooo!” he yelled into the microphone. The audience laughed
and cheered at the boy’s seemingly benign exuberance.
“I knowing this boy,” said Doug from his Luxorecliner Vibrating
Emperor Throne, “He was in my store, night of fateful monkey
robbing. What a co-instance!”
Even if she knew what he was talking about, which she didn’t,
Melinda was too blown away by an entirely different coincidence to
pay much heed to Doug’s. How in fuck’s name did Lemon get
involved in all this, she wondered? She thought he was stuck in a
coma. And much more importantly, what did she stand to gain? She
gazed predatorially at the television screen, ignoring Doug’s request
for another cocktail.
CHAPTER 35
“Wow, that was easier than I thought,” Milo said.
“I sure was. It is. And fun too! It was fun!” Gareth giggled, “Let’s
do it again!” He flipped the automatic window of the prison doctor’s
Lexus open and closed and open and closed again. He still wore the
surgical uniform and mask that allowed them to sneak out of the jail
unrecognized.
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