Beast Machine (10 page)

Chairman Obelis rose from
his puffy chair and said, “Money will never be an issue. I never
want to hear you complain about feasibility ever again, Doctor
Silva. You are in my hands – one of the richest men to ever exist.
My resources are nearly limitless.”

“
The banks will try to
freeze your accounts once this gets out!”

“
It won’t get out, you fat
turd,” stated Jeffrey as he stood with his arms crossed. He
positioned himself next to Chairman Obelis. “Besides, you think
Chairman Obelis would keep all of his wealth in U.S. banks? Or in a
Swiss bank account? Amateur. Most of his money is found in -”
Chairman Obelis motioned Jeffrey to stop talking. “Sorry,
sir.”

“
But the idea of it is
impossible! This isn’t even my area of expertise! I know
governments through the years have tried different methods of mass
control that have failed miserably but
actually
controlling
the population? That’s just fucking absurd, in all
due respect, because the C.I.A. couldn’t even get that figured out.
I’ve been around and worked for those men, they’re psychos and
paranoid. Paranoid psychos!”

“
But don’t you at least
want to try?” asked Chairman Obelis. “You do have an – how do I put
it – an unethical past: slaughtering dogs, dismembering mere
kittens, stitching them back together – I fail to see how those
misdeeds of yours had anything to do with a cure for feline AIDS
either. Do you want me to continue?” Silva shook his head
side-to-side. “I don’t see how this project of mine could be
morally repulsive to you.”

“
Mistreating animals and
trying to control the human population are vastly different
things!” screamed Doctor Silva. “I snapped after Chelsey’s death,
but I won’t be a part of this nastiness – I’m beyond that. I am
ready to do good now!”

“
If you won’t get your
hands dirty, Doctor, we’ll have to force you to get them
dirty.”

Chairman Obelis nodded at
Jeffrey. Jeffrey began to walk out of the room, but stopped next to
a wooden door opposite of the bar.

“
Doctor Silva,” said
Chairman Obelis, “You
will
find a way to do this or we will kill you; we will
kill your legacy; we will destroy
anything
you love, have loved or will
love. None of those will be painless deaths, either. The suffering
will be tremendous, so tremendous that you will be longing for
death.” Chairman Obelis began to snap his fingers
melodically.

Snap. Snap.
Snap.

Chairman Obelis had hoped
that what was about to occur would frighten Doctor Silva enough to
agree to construct the human-controlling tool since Doctor Silva
had very few family members left and there wasn’t much of a legacy
to kill. Chairman Obelis didn’t like to gamble, but this gamble
needed to pay off.

Snap. Snap.
Snap.

Clearly delirious and
distraught, Doctor Silva worked up the courage to state, “And which
one of you wimpy men will be doing the killing?”

Snap. Snap.
Snap.

Silva began to laugh
hysterically – partially because he thought it was funny and
partially because he was terrified. “Is the torture going to be
listening to you two ignoramuses talk?” The martini glass finally
fell off of his fat, laughing belly and crashed down onto the rug.
Jeffrey and Chairman Obelis slowly began to laugh too! It was a
riot to the three men.

Jeffrey abruptly stopped
laughing and said, “We won’t be doing the killing, or any sort of
torture, but this man will.” He flung the door open to reveal a man
of significant stature. A man that struck fear into anyone that
caught eyes with his, save Chairman Obelis and Jeffrey. A man with
glowing skin and sullen eyes.

The man, a rigid 6’7”, 325
lbs, stomped towards Silva and picked Silva up off his feet. Doctor
Silva stood at 5’4” and weighed roughly 248 lbs – depending on when
he shit that day.

Snap. Snap.
Snap.

It was safe to say that
Silva hadn’t shit before now because he defecated as he was being
held in the air by a ghastly creature that was whiter than snow.
The glowing behemoth of a man appeared vampiric to
Silva.

Snap. Snap.
Snap.

“
This is Thane and he will
be your end if you do not agree to our terms,” laughed Jeffrey. An
enthusiastic smile approached Jeffrey’s face. “Stop shitting your
pants, Doctor Silva; we can’t have our top scientist shitting his
pants all the time – it’s not a good look for us!” Jeffrey,
continuing his enthusiastic smiling, made his way to the side of
the still finger snapping Chairman Obelis.

Doctor Silva began to gulp
loudly and let out a shrill squeak, “Let me down!”
URK
“I’ll do it! I’ll do
it!”
URK URK URK
“Anything, anything. Please, please.”

Snap. Snap. Snap.
URK.

“
Thane,” said Jeffrey
softly, “put him down.”

Thane looked at Jeffrey and
nodded. He dropped Doctor Silva back onto his seat. His brown butt
vomit started to seep all through his undergarments and his ironed
trousers. The puffy chair Silva was dropped onto had visible shit
stains too. Chairman Obelis stopped snapping.

Doctor Silva kept gulping
loudly.
URK URK URK.

“Though I’m going to have
to burn that chair you’re sitting in, I’m glad we could come to an
agreement of sorts, Doctor Silva,” smiled Chairman Obelis as he
walked over and patted him on the back. “We will talk about what
you will need, materials and crew wise, tomorrow. New clothes can
be found in the bathroom. Take a shower, you disgust
me.”

URK URK URK.

Silva couldn’t put together
what was happening to him or where he was located.

URK URK
URK
.

“
Did you hear what your
boss said?” snapped Jeffrey. He walked towards the scared, gulping
Doctor Silva and whacked him on the head.

Doctor Silva blinked slowly
then got up from his chair and sprinted to the bathroom. Shit
dripping down onto the carpet from Silva’s pants made a brown trail
to the bathroom. His pitiful sobbing could be heard for the rest of
the night.

“
So, Jeffrey and Thane,
where is our resurrected politician friend?” asked Chairman
Obelis.

“
Thane, go fetch us a
tablet so we can see what is left of Senator Joseph McCarthy,”
commanded Jeffrey. “We have to resurrect what is left of him first,
sir. Then we can pick his brain for ideas on how to manipulate the
America populace with fear.”

Thane bowed and walked out
the door he initially came through. Chairman Obelis put his arm
around Jeffrey as Jeffrey felt his pants tightening and cheeks
reddening. Jeffrey loved these moments, even when nothing physical
happened.

“
Fear is so droll, Jeffrey.
It’s only fun in a singular manner and with people you do not care
about, like Silva. I care deeply about the American people and I’m
willing to be sadistic in singular situations to help the masses.
Fear is a shoddy tool that has been used on the masses for far too
long. Fear and torture should only be used in dire situations and
even then it’s not likely to work.”

“
Was this a dire situation,
though?” asked Jeffrey.

Chairman Obelis bit his lip
and then answered, “It may not have been dire to
you
, but it was dire in
terms of getting my plan rolling out in time. I knew Doctor Silva
was easily scared and I wanted to take a gamble on scaring him into
working with us because I knew he wouldn’t outright join us. He let
his emotions get the better of him, but he shall come around in due
time.”

Jeffrey nodded slowly. “So
what do we need McCarthy for then? Just because?”

“
I want to see if McCarthy
knows anything about the
true
history of humanity.” Chairman Obelis smiled and
finished his martini.

Chapter 10

Anger

Gora’s breathing had
reached the level of an asthmatic attack paired with an allergic
reaction.

“
What’s going on?” asked
Hitbear. He looked back at Owlbert and was greeted with a
shrug.

“
That’s one of the
scientists I’m after. He must be ended,” stated Gora plainly,
staring at the ceiling. She appeared to be in a stupor after that
radio announcement. Her breathing quickly changed from rapid-fire
breaths to slow, drawn out breaths. Only her slow breathing could
be heard throughout the quiet laboratory.

Hitbear, again trying to
receive some semblance of guidance from his fellow beast, turned
toward Owlbert. Owlbert shrugged and shook his head in
confusion.

“
I am sorry, creator. I am
sorry, Gora,” said Hitbear nodding submissively at Gora. “What
shall we do to begin the onslaught on this, um, what was his name?
Silver?”

“
Takeo. Takeo Silva. He
mostly does work in felinology, microbiology and astrobiology, but
now he seemingly is into politics. Why?” questioned Gora. She sat
for a moment in the silence she created, still breathing slowly.
“It’s very confusing to me because I never saw that cocksucker as a
political type – a person that takes advantage of others, yeah, but
not a political type.”

“
Vas zee difference?” said
Owlbert as he landed gently on Hitbear’s shoulder, causing the bear
to shudder slightly. The owlbeast had hoped his playfully attitude
would help change the mood of the laboratory.

Gora – not amused in the
least – yelled,” OWLBERT! WE NEED TO BEGIN TUBMAN’S CREATION NOW!
WE CANNOT WASTE ANYMORE TIME; WE BEGIN THE MISSIONS AFTER TUBMAN’S
CREATION!” Gora, filled with rage and confusion, started to pace
around the laboratory with heavy feet and the rapid-fire breathing
returned.
STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.
Her tiny feet caused a ruckus.

Instead of coming to her
side to calm Gora, Owlbert and Hitbear let her simmer in hopes of
letting her burn the passionate rage out. Even in their short
existence, they both knew of the intense rage and anger that fueled
Gora, albeit it had never been this pronounced. Nothing would be
getting in her way of exacting revenge, not even her
creations.

The two beasts retreated
back to their research; Hitbear to his maps and Owlbert to his
books.

Hitbear had nearly
perfected conducting his research with one paw. He had a devil of a
time trying to unfold maps at first, but now – now he was unfolding
the maps, placing push pins and writing notes quicker than he did
as a human. Hitbear was puzzled as to why Gora wanted him to pore
over maps since they weren’t planning a full-scale attack on
anyone. At least not yet. Nonetheless, Hitbear continued his
research and kept up hope that it would become important down the
road.

STOMP. STOMP.
STOMP.

Owlbert enjoyed reading the
books Gora’s library provided, despite the books information being
useless for their situation. He knew that this second existence
wouldn’t last forever, so he wanted to consume as much knowledge as
he could. He finally decided to read about Teddy Roosevelt. The
book was titled
Theodore Roosevelt: Merely
a Man or the First American Badass?
and was
apparently written by a person named D’Brickashaw. Just
D’Brickashaw
.

It only took the following
passage for Owlbert to understand that the book was
foolhardy:

Then, Teddy got his big
boom stick and found the closest wild animal:
moose, bear, deer, elk, opossum, puma or even human – though
wild humans were very rare! Teddy wanted to hunt, Teddy didn’t want
to just merely feed. He keyed in on a large, wooly buffalo. The
buffalo had tusks the size of three toasters and it held the
ferocity of sixteen wet cats getting into a scrap over a can of
tuna. It was an indescribable animal (that I just described mind
you!). Teddy wasn’t sure if he wanted to let the beast live on in
the world with Mother Nature, or shoot it dead right there so he
could bring it back to show off in a museum.

Teddy decided to let the
creature live. He offered the buffalo with toaster sized tusks and
the ferocity of wet cats to join him on the next train back East.
The buffalo obliged and the two shared stories over many beers on
the train back East.

“
Vas a load of scheiße,”
murmured Owlbert to himself. “This ist ein travesty of ein book!
How can ein person mess with history like that?!”

A short half hour had
elapsed and Gora was still trying to simmer down, but was picking
up steam in her anger. Her steps were somehow heavier than
before.

STOMP. STOMP.
STOMP.

Gora, finally, spoke up.
“Takeo – that fuckface, that piece of goddamn horseshit,” screamed
Gora as her pace picked up tremendously. Her rage building with
each heavy step she took.

STOMP. STOMP.
STOMP.

Tired of Gora’s angry
pacing, Hitbear quietly asked, “What exactly did this one do?” He
turned back to his maps, as he figured she wouldn’t have heard him.
But she did.