THE MASS HYPNOTIST "A RED DRUM CALLED KHAT: A FISTORY" "THE DOLDRUMS" "BOBBY MILK" (Three interlinking stories about a lonely and confused guy, his Ubiquitous Orb, a four-finger bag of Qat, pussy juice shooters, Muslims bikers, h-words, a bunch of Boole ... and a really, really big fish!) "He offered no apologies, no excuses or compromise, and had no regrets. It is what it is. Deal with it." - HE Written by Steven G. Rhodes (nom de plume: C. L. Burke) Copyright Reg. # TXu 2-016-423 Date: July 26, 2016 Steven G. Rhodes 1830 NW 1st Ave., Apt D_______________ NOVEL (TENTH DRAFT) Gainesville, FL 32603____________________December 10, 2016 Cell: 305-766-5734 magicJack: 941-227-5997 (leave messages) E-mail:
[email protected] FADE IN: WRITTEN ON SCREEN: “Vanity ! There are no countries left. All I see from pole to pole are tyrants and slaves.” - HE PROLOGUE (O.S.) NARRATOR: If they could just sit him down -- you know, talk to him in glib, nebulous, polysyllabic terms -- they just knew he could be convinced. BOOLE: After all, he watches his phone. THE ORB: And, reads your every conjured word. Too many bombs. Too much linking of so-called social networks. That equals unbridled libel, slander and spying. BOOLE: Commercials synchronized to ensure captivity. Commercial volumes increased without consent to near deafening levels. Commercials, after tasered teasers, after propaganda, after commercials, after more propaganda, after more commercials. THE ORB: Television networks that repeat the same propaganda every hour in a different format. NARRATOR: ESPN ex-machina. BOOLE: It didn’t work for Euripides or Menander.