Dawn of the Opossum

Gut Check

 

It is hidden but always present.

I don’t know who gave birth to it.

It is older than God.

—Tao Te Ching

 

“Hey.  Jay?” she asks, coming through my door without waiting for a response.

“Yep, Jay.  Jay Ledsinger.  Or so I’ve read, haha.  And you must be Alice,” I say, dodging her barging in.  We shake hands.

“Sooo, where is it?”  She looks impatiently around the living room and at me, wanting to be lead to my setup, clearly eager to begin.

“This way.  Wanna beer, soda?”  I open the inside door to my garage, converted now to a sound and microbiology lab.

“Niiiiiice,” she coos and slowly nods as she takes it all in.  She espies and heads straight for the CRISPR corner.

We’ve chosen well.

“Uh, vodka with lime.  Please,” Alice says while giving me a look to acknowledge that she knows she’ll be a demanding guest and expects to be indulged.  Himalia won’t like her.

Alice is looking down into the microscope when I return.

Candida albicans,” the coed boasts to me, blushing with pride as if I were her very own father.

Maybe someday.

She approvingly reaches for the proffered cocktail.

 

They will make your praying sound hypocritical.

Let the body’s doings speak openly now,

Without your saying a word,

As a student’s walking behind a teacher

Says, “This one knows more clearly

Than I the way.”

—Rumi

 

“Jay Ledsinger?” he asks from behind sunglasses, despite being in the shade of my front porch, from within a dark suit, from a sense of being a willing parody of authority.

“Yep.  And you are…?”

“Special Agent Feuerborn.  May I come in?”

“This is regarding…?”

“I’m investigating the disappearance of Dr Yost.  Your speech therapist?”

Cooperate.

“Oh.  Ok, wow.  Sure.  Come on in.  Can I get you anything?”

From the living room couch he thanks me and tells me that he’s fine, and that this shouldn’t take long.  He takes out a pen, a dusty notepad, and what must be a recording device.

 

*****

 

“Yes, sir.  ‘Himalia’ is with him most of the time.  He’s got a tail when they’re not together.  I’m around.  We’re on Ledsinger 24/7.

“Yes, sir.  I just talked to him about Yost, the linguist.  He’s on edge now; soon enough we’ll have him wound up for the op.  He’s starting to lose it.

“Beats me.  Monkeys and typewriters, heh.  Sir.

“I don’t like it either, sir.  But when the others heard she’d botched the murder-suicide, they told me about the op and asked if we could wind him up.  When I told them about his new ability to talk to… it… they wanted to see if we could still manipulate him.  I think it’s working.  They think this’ll be a good test against another program before Turkey comes online.

“No, sir:  ‘think’ is a bad choice of words.  We’re all in agreement that the manipulation *is* working.  His journal entries… he’s confused, his memories and sense of time are all messed up.  The press will have a field day:  more HAARP fodder, voices in his head, government conspiracies.  And we get a new toy.  Win-win, sir.

“No, sir, he won’t be another Aaron Alexis.  He starts talking, we take him out.  Besides, we’ve got others in the works.

“3 more weeks tops, yessir.  We’re vetting opportunities now.  It’ll be the biggest yet.

“Will do, sir.  I hope so, sir.”

 

Law 17

Keep Others in Suspended Terror:  Cultivate an Air of Unpredictability

Humans are creatures of habit with an insatiable need to see familiarity in other people’s actions.  Your predictability gives them a sense of control.  Turn the tables:  Be deliberately unpredictable.  Behavior that seems to have no consistency or purpose will keep them off-balance, and they will wear themselves out trying to explain your moves.  Taken to an extreme, this strategy can intimidate and terrorize…

Law 31

Control the Options:  Get Others to Play with the Cards You Deal

The best deceptions are the ones that seem to give the other person a choice:  Your victims feel they are in control, but are actually your puppets…

Law 48

Assume Formlessness

By taking shape, by having a visible plan, you open yourself to attack.  …never bet on stability or lasting order.  Everything changes.

—The 48 Laws of Power

 

Everything changes.  There is only the eternal moment, in a state of constant flux.

Empty your minds.

“I’m sorry,” Alice’s giggling breaks the silence.  “But this is just too much.  It’s wonderful!”  Then to me, “Can you hear that?  We’re talking, they’re talking.  Wooh!  We did it!”

Please focus.

“But we’ve done it.  We’re in.  My candida strain works.  It all works!”

Yesterday, we were but the little voice inside your head, the angel on your shoulder.  Now we are 4 separate beings within 2 bodies who *could* be as one.  This is the great secret.  We can teach you.

“Another drink, Jay?”

 

*****

 

“I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist,” Alice says, matter-of-factly, from between my legs.  Her casualness at this moment is distracting, but I’m so turned on that a cat couldn’t scratch it.

“It is weird,” I manage in a shallow gasp.

I feel teeth scraping when all had been smooth and hot and wet before.  Ooh, she’s biting now.  I can’t help but think of what I did to Dr Yost.  Fuck it, this might be the best way to die.

It is.

 

*****

 

What was that?

“What?” Alice replies, pulling away from my house.

You’re ignoring us – me! – and then you go and… have sex… with Jay, your mentor???

“He needs me more than I need him.”

You never would have conceived of the slightest bit of any of this without his prior efforts.  Do you know how rare this is in the course of the history of life on Earth???  Only two other times this has happened.  Two!!!

“Exactly!  And why would I want to share that power?  Jay may have got me here, but here I am, and here we are.  And what’s with all the ‘4 separate beings becoming 2’ crap, anyway?  What’s the point?  What do *you* get out of *that*?”

 

*****

 

“What *do* you get out of that?” I ask from a deck chair on my back porch, tuning out Alice for now.

We.  ‘What do *we* get out of that.’  And that’s a female talking; their ability to pass themselves onto their offspring make them more inclined to cooperate, to be cautious.  Since I/we/males are done when we die, we’re inclined to take more risks, we’re the natural defenders, more likely to be loners.  While male *and* female DNA is passed on to children, it’s only the woman’s microbiome that gets passed on.  The male ‘biome essentially has no incentive to live, so a man’s more likely to be at odds with his gut, while a woman’s intuition is strong.  ‘That little voice inside your head,’ for a man, is more likely to be the devil whispering in his ear.  This is why males are more prone to ‘schizophrenia.’  And it’s why, for women, psychiatric disorders are more common in those who are of cesarean birth or who weren’t breastfed – who didn’t receive their mother’s ‘biome.

 

*****

 

“Is that true?!” Alice asks.

I’m afraid so.

“How do I get you to be like that?  You’re the angel on my shoulder; I want the devil,” says Alice.

Well, sorry to say you’re stuck with me.  Unless, that is, you want go all cannibal to absorb your enemy’s spirit, this latter, sarcastically.  Come on!  What is wrong with you?!

 

*****

 

“Is that true?!” I ask.

It is.

Oh, fuck.