A Glibertarians Exclusive: Things Have Changed IV
Mountain View, Tarbos – February 2256
Gomp awoke on the third morning after his rescue to find Faye had evidently gotten up, dressed, and quietly left.
He sat up and looked around the tiny, cheap flop she had rented, paying cash, so they could “lay low” for a few days. Emphasis on the ‘lay’ part, Gomp thought wryly.
There was folded piece of paper on the tiny, cheap table next to the bed. He picked it up, unfolded it and was not surprised to see Faye’s neat handwriting.
Gomp, it began in an unflatteringly brief preamble – even in the heat of passion Faye had always referred to Gomp by his last name. He read on.
I reached out to that data-cruncher I told you about. No reply, but a ‘mutual friend’ told me Francoise is either on Earth or Mars right now, presumably up to no good, as usual. Anyway, it doesn’t look like she’ll be able to help you crack Taliaferro’s computer system.
Sorry, but looks like you’ll have to find some other way out. I’ve got a lead on another bounty, one I’ve been chasing a while now, so I’m off to the Skyhook to catch the zero-seven shuttle to the Princess Caroline that’s warping to New Albion this morning.
I’ll give you a call next time I’m in Mountain View. If you’re still there.
Good luck, cowboy.
“Great.” He tossed the note on the floor and lay back down. “Now how am I going to skin this cat?”
He remembered, suddenly, the night before. They had been lying in bed, both birth-naked, both rather drunk, and Gomp had been telling Faye stories of the war.
“So, no shit, there I was,” he had said, “and the captains of the other two privateers we had met up with come walking into our ship’s Wardroom. The captain of the Cape Fear, I don’t remember his name, he was nothing special. The other guy, though, captained the Red Witch. Hess, his name was. What a creepy fucker! Tall, skinny, looked like he was a hundred years old. Yellow eyes, pointy yellow teeth, hands like claws. He was wearing this crappy old Navy pea-coat, looked like he got it out of a salvage bin.”
“Of course,” Faye had said with a burp. “Prob’ly catches people off guard. Shows ‘em what he wants them to think of him. Not what he really is.”
Gomp sat up again. “Not what he really is,” he breathed. “That’s it. That’s the answer.”
He got up, dressed quickly, and left the flop.
The better part of the day, several purchases, a few key conversations, and some setup work done, Gomp boldly walked up to the front of the big building where Bolivar Taliaferro had her ‘offices.’ Walking in the main door, he approached what was clearly a reception desk, occupied – unusually – by an actual human rather than a reception droid. The receptionist was decorative but clearly alert and intelligent. Her eyes swept over Gomp as he approached the desk, grinning, certain that there were weapons trained on him at that very moment. He stopped in front of the desk, his small personal ‘pad in one hand.
“I’m not armed,” he told the girl. “My name is Hector Gomp, late of the privateer starship Shade Tree. I’m here to see Miss Taliaferro. It is Miss Taliaferro, right?”
“Wait, please.” The girl tapped on the laser-keyboard on her desk. She inclined her head for a moment, listening to something; Gomp presumed that she, like many people, had a temporal cone speaker-implant. He had one himself.
“Have a seat,” the girl said after a moment. She indicated a small couch a couple of meters away. “Miss Taliaferro will be down in a few minutes.”
“Thanks.” Gomp walked over and sat down. As he sat, he did a mental inventory: Three guys watching me. One on that mezzanine up above. One peeking in from that hallway behind the reception desk. And the one guy that just walked up and posted outside the main door. No long weapons, probably just sidearms.
Gomp sat, patiently waited. He set his ‘pad on one knee and twiddled his thumbs for a bit. He looked up at the girl, caught her watching him. He grinned at her. She looked hurriedly away. Gomp toyed with the idea of waving to his not-very-well-hidden minders but decided against it.
After approximately ten minutes, an unseen lift door opened, and Bolivar Taliaferro walked out. Gomp wondered if she had dressed for him; she was wearing a rather severe and yet flattering black business suit, with a slim black sheathe-skirt and what Gomp’s father would have referred to as “fuck-me pumps.”
“Well,” Taliaferro said, walking up and extending her hand. “This is certainly a surprise.”
Gomp stood up. He shook her hand. “I suppose it is.”
Everything is going to go in the next couple of minutes, Gomp reminded himself. Either I’ll be shed of this, or I’ll be dead.
Taliaferro indicated the couch, and they sat down, facing each other. “So, what can I do for you? Have you decided to come work for me?”
“Not so much. I wanted to tell you something about me, something you need to know.”
“Oh really? And I suppose this something will involve me lifting the hit on you?”
“Obviously.” Gomp held up his datapad. “May I?”
Taliaferro nodded. Gomp tapped a prompt, then turned the ‘pad around so Taliaferro could see the screen. There was an image: Gomp, surrounded by a group of about ten very large, very muscular men, much of a type with Gomp himself, in front of the very building they were in.
“You know a lot about me,” Gomp said, casting his first die. “You know I was a Marine. We took this photo a couple of hours ago. Guess your people weren’t watching out front, but I’m sure you have your own security cams, you can verify it’s real. These are the other members of my old Marine Special Assault Team, the ones that are right here in Mountain View.” Gomp watched her carefully; there was a risk here, as in the Confederate Marine Corp there was no such thing as a ‘Special Assault Team.’
Taliaferro extracted a small, slim ‘pad of her own from her jacket pocket, tapped it. “OK. You were there, all right. Why should I care?”
“Because they’re still out there,” Gomp replied, casting his second die. He lifted the pad. “OK, boys,” he said into it.
Ten laser beams lanced into the reception area, some from the building across the street, some from adjacent rooftops. They traced slowly around the area, scanning for targets.
Gomp cast his third and final die. “Anything happens to me, well, I’m sure you can figure it out. Anything happens to me at all – anything fishy, anything that even smells a bit off – and they’ll come back. Get it?”
Taliaferro glared at Gomp. She frowned. Then, suddenly, she laughed.
“Well,” she said. “I’ll say this for you. You’ve got balls.”
“You have no idea,” Gomp replied. He wasn’t grinning anymore.
“What the hell,” Taliaferro said. “Henderson wasn’t all that swift anyway, letting himself get tagged with a bounty. Someone would have got him sooner or later. And you’re a hard one, Mr. Gomp. I can respect that. Fine, then. You’ve got it. I’ll lift the hit.” She lifted her ‘pad, tapped on it for a moment. “The word’s gone out.”
Gomp stood up. “Good. I’ll be on my way then. Been a pleasure doing business with you.”
Taliaferro stood up as well. She nodded, turned to walk away, then stopped. She looked over her shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to come work for me? I could use a man of your… skills.”
“I’m sure. I’ve done some shady shit in my day, but there are some lines I won’t cross. You’re on the other side of a bunch of ‘em. Still, though…” He stepped forward, smiled, and patted Taliaferro on her shapely backside. “I wouldn’t be above getting together purely… socially.”
“Maybe. Someday. If you’re lucky enough. And if I’m bored enough. Good evening, Mr. Gomp.” She walked away, got back in the lift. The door slid shut.
Gomp winked at the receptionist. The three watchers were gone. He walked out into the evening street. Well, this feels like it rates a celebration. Maybe I’ll get round a few beers, get me into a card game, maybe even find a girl. He walked off down the street, whistling cheerfully.
Back in the building, Bolivar Taliaferro rode the lift to the top floor, to her personal quarters. Her chief advisor was waiting for her there.
“Boss,” he said. “Are you sure about this? Lifting the hit on him on that flimsy act?”
Taliaferro smiled. “Yeah, why not? You should have seen the image of his ‘team.’ At least four of them were meatheads from that gym up the street. I’ve seen them around. He probably gave ’em twenty bucks each to come pose. And those lasers? I’ll bet money they’re light-show toys. He probably wired them to actuators with a datalink tap. Probably spent half the afternoon setting them up. Clearly the guy doesn’t give even one single fuck.”
“So why let him off?”
She shrugged. “Like I said. He’s got balls. But here’s the thing: Guy like him, bad luck just follows him around. Sooner or later, times will get tough. Sooner or later, he’s going to walk back in here looking for a job. And when that happens, I want him to be healthy and tough.”
The man shrugged. “If you say so, Boss.”
A few blocks away, a dive bar Gomp hadn’t seen before beckoned. He went inside, sat at the bar, called for a beer, then sat, sipping meditatively.
That was actually fun, he realized. Not sure why the hell I patted her on the ass. Not my type at all. Just wanted to get away with it, I guess. What if I hadn’t?
He frowned into his beer mug. That could have ended up really bad. I could be dead right now. Would be if she hadn’t bought the bit about the fake team. Don’t know why, but I’m still having a hard time giving a shit. Ever since the ship got destroyed. Ever since I almost died. Everything changed.
He pulled out his ‘pad. He scrolled through the contact list. There it was, the name he was looking for, next to the ‘call’ prompt: “Captain Jean Barrett.”
Gomp frowned. No. Not now. He dismissed the contact list, pocketed his ‘pad, and turned his attention back to his beer.
I hurt easy, I just don’t show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me
Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I’m not that eager to make a mistake
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
This is why you will never a Firster.
A Firster would never use an emoji. And gifs are for children.
Aww…Bro’ needs to go to jelly camp.
Interesting. How may chapters does this have, Mister Animal?
This is the last one. Next week starts something… different.
Oh, this world and this character (Gomp) are actually part of my Crider Chronicles/Sky of Diamonds universe.
Huh. I read your CC but didn’t make the connection.
Thanks for the terrific story!
Well, that’s complicated at the moment. The publisher that originally picked up those books went out of business. Mrs. Animal picked them up for her publishing company, and is in the process of reformatting and republishing them now.
I’d recommend watching my Amazon profile. There should be something up on there when the books republish. Nova Roma 2 will be appearing there in a few months as well.
Oh, good! Thank you.
I’m glad to know there’s more form this world!
I’m gonna pick those up.
“Emphasis on the ‘lay’ part, Gomp thought wryly.”
Bow chicka wow wow.
Missed last week’s and did a quick recap of the one before that… This reads really well all together. Loved it.
Loved the story.
Tonio emailed me earlier with a question about the LP of VA and some rumors about shenanigans so I went and checked up on the Discord server.
Apparently, some butthurt cosmos on the board moved to disaffiliate the chapter yesterday and passed it by one vote. They have since deactivated all LP of VA internet properties. I don’t know what they’re planning to do next, but I expect lawsuits are going to start flying.
What specifically were they angry about?
Mises Caucus made significant gains at the last state convention and it looks like they’d rather nuke the whole thing than share power.
The irony is black-hole dense.
It’s amazing how the leadership of the political parties is so resentful of their actual bases. Doesn’t matter which one you look at, the top echelons feel as if the parties exist for them and not to enact the policies of voters.
Those same idiots have been in there for thirty years and achieved nothing other than getting together for the occasional mutual admiration celebration.
The Mises Caucus got organized and almost completely ran over them at the last convention by bringing in fresh blood and voting in a block. They want to go back to being a more iconoclast version of the college educated elite instead of fighting the system that has all their friends in it.
I’m not sure that’s limited to just political parties.
Didn’t the same thing happen in NH?
In NH, the wokesters tried creating their own LP.
If I remember correctly, it died.
I think they stole all the assets from the NHLP. I’m pretty sure there was legal action to kill it.
There wasn’t much in the way of assets to steal. The wokesters’ LP took what they could.
I’m not sure it actually went to court. LP National, if I remember correctly, refused to certify the wokesters’ LP as an affiliate.
Stupid is as stupid does, I guess.
Bishop-Henchman is a pretty sweet handle.
And he is a grade AAA asshole.
The parasite class that exists at the top of the political parties forget sometimes that they need actual voter support to exist. Especially a fringe third party.
I assume disaffiliate from the national LP?
Why would they then remove their own online presence?
It’s not clear yet. Once I learn more, I’ll post it.
Could someone now start up a new state chapter and affiliate with the national party?
Clearly it is past time for the Libertarian Cocktail Party!
I will serve in the Old Fashioned Caucus.
Gin & Tonic Caucus forever!
Swiss, January sounds like a winner
Nice. I will have to see when I can get my first 3 day weekend set up.
Mezcal Negroni Caucus 4Lyfe!
Please. The true libertarian cocktail is tequila and hash oil, butt-chugged.
Bourbon caucus reporting. We are split over the use of ice, but we come together when it matters.
Manhattan Caucus is ready for deployment!
Rye and Luxardo reserves secured!
Better than the Beer Party.
Dissolve the party to deny the organization and assets to the Mises group. Sure Mises can create a new affiliate but that is extra time and money.
I don’t know what they’re planning to do next
Go work for the Democrats?
An interesting legal twist courtesy of the state of Virginia:
Great stuff, as ever, Animal
Safe and Effective– Whoops. I mean, “Unethical and Up to 98 times worse than the disease.“
The vaccines were a perfect storm of toxic politics and big money. I suspect that eventually we’ll see a slew of “how could this have happened” articles, but it looks like that might be moving in that direction faster than I thought. Hopefully.
The UK just quietly banned the shot for 12 and younger.
Crimes against humanity.
I want to see the financial ties between “public health officials” and the pharmaceutical industry.
I want to see Nuremberg 2.0
The former head of the CDC (early aughts) left that role to lead Merck’s vaccine division.
Financial ties is wildly euphemistic. Financial incest would be more accurate.
This is the same CDC director I posted the CNN interview video of saying point-blank that vaccines can cause autism-like symptoms in 2% of children. And then immediately following that up with a statement that there is no association whatsoever between autism and vaccines. Since autism is diagnosed primarily through behaviors (e.g., there is no blood test), the meaning of “autism-like symptoms” here is essentially autism.
Double-think and DENIERS in medicine happened long before Covid.
That would be Julie Gerberding, I presume. She’s a vile creature.
I do like the word incest in these cases. Big business, big government, and big media all have that sort of relationship, where people just drift in and out among these entities, and nobody seems to have a problem with it.
It’s all in the public record. Hell, Moderna and the National Institutes of Health are in litigation over ownership of the Spikevax/Moderna Covid-19 patent. Yes, you read that right – the NIH claims to own a piece of the patent for a vaccine being licensed by fellow agencies under HHS.
That’s nothing, however.
The CDC is just a pharmaceutical company with regulatory powers. It owns and IP portfolio with 50+ patents worth something in the range of $4Bn. Sure – “regulators.”
42% of FDA’s budget for vax enforcement and inspections is paid for by pharma “user fees.”
This doesn’t even begin to address the FOIA stuff and the hundreds of millions in grants and royalties being paid to government “regulators.”
Imagine if the SEC got to also have its own stock portfolio and be a market player – could there be a problem with that??
Now someone riddle me how it’s “rien de voir ici” with FDA and CDC.
BURN IT ALL TO THE FUCKING GROUND.
When it comes to drugs from the CDC, you know they won’t try to kill you for profits though because it’s the government which is really just all of us. And if the people who make up the CDC leadership switch back and forth between the pharmaceutical companies, all the better because they are Top Men with the right kinds of motivations that we want running our corporate behemoths. I see no problem here.
Plus, they probably have degrees from all the very best schools and you can’t expect those kinds of people to get jobs like the hoi poi. They were born to lead.
I’m going to enjoy watching the left backpedal and revert to form of hating Big Pharma.
Battlespace prep to blame Trump.
Thanks, Animal, now to wait for another story to begin but a whole week? Damn
“So, no shit, there I was”…
Army …”and these two young lieutenants..”
AF…”and these two fighter pilots…”
Navy…”and on the last ship I was on…”
Marines… “and Semper Fi, Bro…”
@Swissy, thanks for the kick in the pants. I really did need that.
You’ll be fine. Get in there and kick butt, er…books!
The Interrogator from The Carol Burnett Show
Hey, it’s Headley Lamar!
This is 1874. You’ll be able to sue her.
The CDC on vaccines and antibodies
Looks like Rumble just landed Greenwald and Russel Brand.
Thanks, Animal! I enjoyed this story a lot.