Wax, or the Discovery of Television Among the Bees Page #5

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at the graveyard beyond the

Vengeance sign,

many new souls were born.

They danced on bee tv.

This was "Victory".

I went back to the planet of the future

dead to celebrate.

When I entered the city, my former

escorts greeted me.

They'd had children.

Twins.

The "X" had gone there to give

birth also.

On the bee tv, many new bodies were

on display.

In fact, this world was twice as

large as it had been before.

There was twice as much time,

twice as many houses

and many more useless things also.

That was it! The end.

For the last time, I entered

the bee tv.

I traveled into the weapon boxes

and let my soul take on its true form.

I am the X-shaped Siamese twins.

With a little thought, I can change

my shape

and have that body the bees

promised me

in the cave.

We are Siamese twins at the beginning

of the world.

My family is here; we are all attached.

That's me, Jacob Maker and next to me

is me, Zoltan Abbassid.

We are on top.

On the bottom, are the two Iraqis we

murdered in the tank.

They are our brothers now.

We can live anywhere on this planet

that we want to,

but there's no place like home.

We are going back to the

Garden of Eden.

Or actually, where we went to live

after we left the Garden of Eden.

It's a beautiful day in Alamogordo.

I really enjoy my job.

I'm a woman now.

Actually, several women.

Our names are Alell and Zilalamak.

We're genetic researchers,

specializing in the study of

the shifting kernel patterns found

across generations of mutating corn.

My research is paid for

by my dead grandfather,

James 'Hive' Maker,

who moved here in the 1940s with his

sister, Ella Spiralum.

He made a fortune in beekeeping

which he let Ella invest in a flight

simulation company,

The Tower of Babel, right here in

Alamogordo.

That's where my brothers work.

Right now, their assignment at the

Tower of Babel

is one of Aunt Ella's inventions.

A two-way television that lets

them talk to the dead.

On the television, the dead have

promised that for the next 1.000 years

we get to live in peace on this

new world.

I love my brothers and I believe that.

That's the power of love.

whaleday@karagarga.net

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