Fred, the Husband, and the missing Wife
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 20121
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Fred 'Red' Dionair whistled his way towards the central package sorter
(CPS for short) in the rather large human multiplex (the HM) that sat
right smack dab in the middle of his delivery route. The letters,
parcels, boxes, and other assorted packages were neatly put into the
numbered cubicles and then swished this way and that through the maze of
pnuematic tubing until they reached their destination. Fred, called
Red by most due to the shockingly bright mop of red hair that sat
upon his head, liked his job. He liked the feel and texture of the
letters, boxes and packages; he liked the smooth ride of the federal
United States of North America ecocar as well as the opportunity to
stretch his legs on the solar-powered people movers (which his father told
him used to be stationary and called sidewalks); he especially liked the
fact that he dealt with inanimate objects most of the day, objects that
didn't grumble, complain, converse, or talk back in any way, form, or
fashion. Suffice it to say that Red - Fred - was surprised to hear a
voice from behind him.
"Did it come?" Upon turning he saw a man, taller than he, thin -gaunt even- with an overgrowth of fuzz on his chin. "Excuse me." "Did the package arrive for me?" said the man. "I'm Bosley Hammer in room 67Q." Fred had no clue who 'Bosley Hammer' was, but the designation 67Q immediately hit a cord. "Yes, as a matter of fact." Then he hesitated. "You must provide some identification." The man rifled through his pockets and pulled out his Green Card. Since the admission of the Mexican states into the Union everyone was given an identification card, and so as not to cause the rise of the cry of discrimination among the various Americans all cards were lazer printed on green-colored plastic, hence the name. Fred looked at it and was satisfied. "Here ya go." The man tore into it like a bear on honey. Fred recommenced his work trying his best to ignore the man. But to no avail, for the man began talking to Fred. "It's here, finally! I'm going to find those sickos and gonna give them what they deserve!" Fred did not respond, but the man continued. "You know, once upon a time there was a woman. Her name was Dana. She was slender with short black hair and the perkiest dimples. She used to tell stories of faeries and trolls and men from the stars. Then, one night, the starmen came for her and she disappeared." Fred could not concentrate with this man blabbering on, so he repsonded hoping it would shut him up. "Cute story." "That's no story. It happened one year, two months, and three days ago. Dana was my wife." "What?" said Fred taken aback by the thought. "I've spent every last hour looking for her, but have found nothing. For the last five months I've been tracking every story, every sighting, every whisper of the starmen, and you know what? It has led me to this city. I don't know how, I don't know when, but one day I'll find them and when I do I swear I'll kill every last one!" "What?" said Fred more disturbed than ever by this strange man. "That's right, and you know what? The package you delivered today is gonna make that happen!"
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