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#98 : Monday 21 July 2003 : http://addendumtextfiles.org
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The Fly, By Steak
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At twelve oclock noon today a strange thing happened to say the
least, the sun became eclipsed by the moon. This although rare,
wouldnt have been so strange was it not for one little thing -it was
completely unscheduled. The eclipse plunged the world into darkness
and turned the day into night.
Straight after that little surprise another strange thing happened;
the stars started falling from the sky. Small points that up until
this morning I had been sure were gas giants hundreds of thousands of
light years away started falling. Because of this the night has been
turned from a fairly normal kind of light for nighttime into almost
total pitch black.
Its no secret that the world is in darkness tonight.
It seems that the most unthinkable thing has happened, judgment day is
upon us, and there is nothing we can do as a human race to stop it.
As you can imagine Im pretty upset about this but I realize that the
inevitable cant be stopped and hence Im trying to make the best of
it, like I always do. So in this wisdom I have decided to take a walk
around my town.
As you can imagine, panic has broken out, and the fact that there is
hardly any light whatsoever doesnt help matters in the slightest.
People are running, cars are speeding, where they think they are all
going I will never know but right now it really doesnt seem all that
important.
I am walking down a street I used to know quite well a few weeks ago
and suddenly I hear a noise. The noise makes me jump despite the fact
that its one Im instantly familiar with; its just a pay phone
ringing. I calm down somewhat.
Not really having anything else to do I decide to pick it up, I will
transcribe the details of the conversation here.
[Me] Hello -Your fucked
[Caller] Do you always answer the phone like that?
[Me] No not on normal days, but you see today is judgment day, so
unless your soul is completely clean (which I very much doubt) then
youre going to spend the rest of eternity in hell
[Caller] Whats to say Im not already there?
[Me] Well the fact that youre not screaming in pain for one thing
[Caller] Whats to say that I find hell unpleasant? What if I happen
to like it here?
[Me] Dont be stupid; no human being can like hell.
[Caller] Whats to say Im human?
[Me] What are you then?
[Caller] Its unimportant. What is important is the message that I
have for you, a message that you may wish to listen to you, I have to
show you some truths, some things that have been kept secret in the
past, but today can be reveled
[Me] Im all ears
[Caller] Your friends arent really your friends are they?
[Me] huh? What? Of course they are my friends, I spend time with them
and have fun with them, hence they are my friends.
[Caller] I dont think so, are they really your friends or are they
just letting you help them out?
[Me] Well I suppose that you can look at it like that
[Caller] Yes you can cant you? And all those secrets that you have
trusted your so-called friends with, Im telling you right now; they
have all been let out to other parties. You know they say that a
secret is something that you tell one other person.
[Me] They say that do they? Look, never mind, I know your wrong. My
friends have told me faithfully that everything I have told them in
confidence has not been divulged to another living soul. I dont tell
other people their secrets and they dont tell people mine
[Caller] I know your lying, you know your lying and I know you dont
believe me when I tell you I come from hell but I dont care, thats
how most of the world is, thats another truth you have to open your
mind up to.
[Me] My mind is opened up enough already, I dont need you to tell me
all this extra crap, how do I know your not some drunk looser
depressed at the prospect of waiting until the end of the world, just
dialing in random numbers into a phone and harassing people?
[Caller] Why the fuck would I lie to you? Whats the point? Why would
I even bother using a phone? Im telling you, child, tonight youre
going to fall, like a fly from a wall.
[Me] Screw you man, dont you have better things to do than to harass
poor innocent people like myself? Dont you have a conscience or
anything?
[Caller] You should know better than anyone that a conscience is a
pest, I got rid of mine years ago, it just got in the way when I had
important duties to fulfill. It was my ambition to complete my duties,
but I was too wrapped up in those ambitions. It was ultimately those
same ambitions that led me to failure; its the same in your world. It
always has been that way and you know it always will be.
[Me] I dont know about that, Ive always been pretty good with my
writing; my ambition has never got in the way of my success there.
[Caller] Thats crap and you know it is, your artistic talent is
useless even in your own world, let alone in mine, a place you will
come to inhabit very soon if I know my timelines well enough. Your art
is pointless and futile; everything has been done before, only better.
Each artist is a cannibal, chopping up others work to create his own
paintings. Every poet is a thief, reading others work, writing his own
while incorporating aspects of the original artists work, which was
in turn plagiarized from someone elses words. All of them send their
inspiration to the grave and then sing about how they have none left.
[Me] You seem to have some insight; but how is this all going to help
me? Im going to experience the same fate as every other slightly
sinful person on this planet.
[Caller] Oh it wont help, its far to late for you, I just thought
you might like to know, seeing that its no secret any more. Look Ive
gotta go, yeah? Im running out of change.
[Me] But wait, cant you help me? When will I be judged? What can I
do? I didnt mean to live my life the way I have, but I cant do
anything about it now can I? If I had another chance there would be so
much I would do differently, so much Id rearrange...
[Caller] Sorry kid, no more second chances, youve already been
judged, theres nothing I can do, I cant even talk to you for much
longer seeing as I used the last of my...beep
The line cut out and the speaker beeped, signaling that the mysterious
caller had run out of money. I sighed, hung up the phone and turned to
face my ultimate fate. As sure as I was born - I will die, and as sure
as I have risen - I will fall.
Fall, like a fly from the wall.
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This textfile was inspired by the lyrics to the U2 song The Fly
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