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Underground eXperts United

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[ The Machinery of Desire ] [ By The GNN ]


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THE MACHINERY OF DESIRE
by THE GNN/DCS/uXu


Clink... schwoosh - bang!
In other words, today's mail had arrived through the slot on the door.
Without exaggerated enthusiasm, he rose from the breakfast table and walked
to the hallway and back. Bills, bills, bills. He sighed heavily and put the
stash of depressing demands for capital on top of the morning paper,
resuming spreading butter over a dry toast.
It was eleven o'clock and he had just dragged himself out of the bunk to
yet another day of idleness. No work, nothing to do, nothing to hope for.
Life could hardly get any worse, he thought.
Then his eyes fell on an envelope in the stash he had not noticed. It was
obviously not a bill; neither could it be some commercial crap: his name and
address was handwritten on the front. Hence, he rashly concluded, it could
very well be good news! He tore the envelope open and fished out a neatly
printed letter.

Dear Sir,

As we are well aware of your current state of monotony and
hopelessness, we kindly offer you a place in the Machinery
of Desire.

Your Sincerely,
The Department of Desire

(The Machinery of Desire was, to put things short, a device to which you
connected your brain and then kind of dreamed a whole - very happy - life.
You were of course not aware of the fact that you were in the machine while
dreaming; you actually thought you lived a real life.)
He stared at the offer for several minutes. The sender obviously believed
that it would cheer him up. But it just made him angry. How did they dare to
send such shit to him? Indeed, his life was... slightly boring... but it was
not of that kind that he longed for giving it up in favor for the faked
reality in the Machinery of Desire! The letter was not a nice offer, it was
a pure insult! Something had to be done! He quickly took a shower, got
dressed and headed downtown by bus.
The Department of Desire was a huge brick building. He knew that it
mostly contained (happy) dreaming people, floating around in huge water
tanks, unaware of their present situation. He did not want to join them. He
wanted to complain - he wanted them to know that he actually enjoyed his
existence, no matter what them bullying bastards thought!
He demanded to speak with whoever in charge. A secretary dutifully led
him through the winding corridors to an office, in which a little bald man
with loads and loads of papers on his desk worked. The secretary left them
alone, closing the door behind her.
"Yes?" the little man said.
"What's this?" he shouted and threw the envelope theatrically on the
desk. The man reached out and picked it up. He leaned back in his chair and
glanced through the letter.
"Right. The marvellous Machinery of Desire. Do I sense an interest in
joining the happy community, yes?"
"Not a chance! On the contrary! I want an apologize! How dare you
insinuate that my life is boring and hopeless?"
The little man threw the envelope in a trash can under the desk and
explained that the Department of Desire did not judge people. The Department
simply analysed personal data and tried to estimate the state of misery. Of
course, he said, the Department made mistakes now and then. If someone felt
insulted, well, then they were truly sorry. But it had to be remembered
they worked for the public good.
It was fairly obvious that the man had experienced similar situations
before. He spoke as if he read trite sentences from a script.
"Okay... that sounds good, but... if you send me this kind of junk one
more time, I will report this to... someone!"
The man swung around in his chair to a computer terminal on another desk.
"A simple telephone call would do..." he mumbled while typing something
on the keyboard. "What's your name again?"
"It's printed on the letter!"
Tap-tap-tap. Then silence.
"Oh! A mistake, indeed!" declared the man.
"Mistake? What mistake? What do you mean?"
The man swung around once again and faced his uninvited guest.
"We are very sorry - we sent you an improper proposal. You were not
supposed to be offered a place in the Machinery of Desire. I am so, so
sorry."
Suddenly he did not feel enraged any more. Nevertheless slightly
offended, out of altered reasons: They did not want to offer him a place?
Why not? What was wrong with him? Was he not good enough?
But as he had already stated his case, it was no idea to make something
out of the new circumstances. He just said "well, uh, okay", and headed for
the door. He was finished with the Department.
The little man was however not finished.
"We were supposed to give you a different offer concerning the machine",
he heard behind his back. "But someone obviously made a terrible mistake and
put you on the wrong list."
"What 'different offer'?"
In retrospect, he knew he never ought to have asked that. In fact, he
ought never to have gone down to the Department of Desire at all. If they
did not want to put him into the machine, but yet wanted to offer him
something in relation to it, only one thing remained. He tried to think hard
and fill his brain with sufficient noise so that he would not perceive the
man's response, but it was of course deemed to fail.
Anyway, it did not matter. He knew what was about to be said - and even
worse, he also knew that he had to accept the proposal.
"Do you want to get out?"

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