Wax, or the Discovery of Television Among the Bees Page #4

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I was sure to be followed back.

That afternoon

out of the dark machinery,

one of the dead of the future arrived.

It was grotesque

with 4 brains on a single body.

I felt that I recognized it.

I was afraid,

but I was drawn towards this thing.

I followed it deeper into the cave.

That's where I would find my victim.

It was almost time.

I used my programming skills

to re-shape the cave into a shield.

From behind the shield, I would attack

with the mark of Cain.

My reverie was disturbed by the sound

of a telephone ringing.

It was the dead wife of Zoltan Abbassid.

She was calling from the moon.

In the language of Cain,

she told me that a murder had been

committed in the past,

and that I would kill again,

in Basra,

in southern Mesopotamia.

As I spoke to her,

I remembered that I was Zoltan Abbassid.

I was already dead

yet I was still Jacob Maker.

So I already had my new body.

There was vengeance for the dead

in this cave.

They wanted me.

I went into the darkness to hide.

An escort appeared

to take me to asylum.

I followed it into the darkness,

past the "Vengeance" sign

to the graveyard

where words were born.

Past this was a place guarded by

the oldest of the dead.

There, the soul fragments of animals

were sharpened and organized

into complicated floating weapons.

Beyond... was safety.

The "puzzle" planets, shuffling in

perpetual confusion.

I went to one which had a moon.

This was my secret planet of refuge.

I couldn't pronounce it's name.

There...

I was born again

as the "X" shape, a floating gun sight.

It was time to return.

I plunged into the center of a planet

and traveled towards the place

where my old self was standing.

The "X" shape led

and my old self followed,

flying through the darkness on the

bee television

that miraculous shape given me

by the bees

and now being taken back by them.

Our destination was one of the infinite

planets of the future dead.

This one was still geologically active.

On it, cities were forming.

Each city birth was preceded by the

appearance of the Tower of Babel.

A hive of words

that articulated as streets

and avenues.

Office buildings

and windowless apartments

that I flew through on my way to the

religious center,

the Temple of Death.

Priests and military planners

were deciding on the shape

of the new culture.

Each soul would have a home

built on a floating patch of land.

Each house would have a certain

number of rooms,

each with a chair.

Sometimes there would a lamp or a

stairway for decoration.

There would always be a basement

and in it, a clock and

the entertainment center

controlling both the television

and the bed as well as the toilet.

All of which reminded me

...that I was dead.

I had fallen to the floor of the cave.

My death was relaxing and beautiful.

I certainly didn't want to waste

much time on it.

I had other places to go.

The first place you stop after death

is the pulsating place

which is designed to be familiar to

people who used to have bodies.

There, I was reshaped in preparation

for transmission to my next body.

I became a short poem, in the

language of Cain.

I would get my new body after I killed.

When the actual transmission began,

the "X" shape was there for me.

There were new escorts also, sent from

the Temple of Death to watch me.

Together, we approached

the final journey.

Space and time opened like an elevator

to reveal a planet that had vanished

leaving its weather behind.

Here was the electric telescope,

an astronomical instrument of

planetary size.

I looked in one end of the tube

and then the other and started the

search for the missing planet.

I discovered the planet of television

4 hours after my death.

I went down the other end of the tube.

This brought me just outside the planet.

Inside,

the television was at work.

I went closer to investigate this marvel.

It was the closest I would ever get

to the eye of God.

When the television turned its gaze on me,

for a few moments I see the world

as the deity did -

divided into different zones

of transmission.

That was where I had to go.

My escort was still with me.

Together, we traveled into the

television and burst into the past

where my future was about to be decided.

By the Fall of 1917,

James "Hive' Maker had begun to hate

his brother-in-law, Zoltan Abbassid.

He had no specific reason

other than the desire to be the sole

owner of the Mesopotamian bees.

The bees were still multiplying.

Hive Maker believed that these bees were

the dead of the future.

That theory could account for their

awesome numbers.

Ella Spiralum's machine had

not progressed.

Technical limitations had prevented her

from building a machine large enough

to scan an entire mourner

or receive a complete soul.

The night that I, Zoltan Abbassid, was

murdered

I had decided to reveal the results of

my experiments on the bees to my family.

A new version of Ella's machine was

running in the garden,

pointed at the hives

creating images from the sounds

of the bees.

This was the first time either I or

my bees had been in front of the device.

Strange patterns began to form

at the receiver.

A woman appeared on the screen.

Then 4 women...

My dead wife was in the hive

her soul had fragmented

and become many separate bees.

She wanted to kill me.

She needed a new body.

My escort made a signal.

Multiple faces appeared on

Ella's receiver.

The bees swarmed to attack me.

I, Zoltan Abbassid, never wore protective

clothing when I worked with my bees.

The masses of the dead had arrived

to murder me.

Each with the same reason under a

different name.

For they were the dead,

and vengeance was their life.

I was stung again and again...

When my breathing stopped,

I saw James 'Hive' Maker standing

over me.

Hive Maker always wore his suit.

That was the last thing I ever saw.

Now I was Cain.

The "X" shape was my mark.

Together we traveled back to the

planet of Television

which was transmitting the dead...

to the future.

Now I needed a new body,

and to get it we would have to kill.

Those who murdered Zoltan Abbassid

would be my victims.

Then I would be reborn.

I had seen God

in the planet of Television

and had faith that this was true.

I became a shape of light,

the poem that I was.

I hid in a flower crystal on the

bee television.

The "X" shape followed the path that

my enemies were fleeing along.

They were heading forwards through time,

back to Mesopotamia

which now had a different name.

I followed my enemies through the bee

television

to emerge in the air

above Basra, southern Iraq,

in the year 1991.

Now, I was going to kill.

That was my job.

I spoke the code that changed

the bee television into a weapon

with the image of my special enemy

engraved upon it.

I spun this projectile towards the

one who was waiting for me.

The "X" shape followed to the kill.

Back in the darkness,

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