|THE RETRIEVER (standard:science fiction, 619 words)|
|Author: Danny Raven||Added: Sep 03 2004||Views/Reads: 1705/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The reason for the killing of John Lennon...and others.|
Personally, I've never seen what's so damned interesting about that shoddy little planet of yours - Earth, I believe you call it. All your silly little games and your plots and your counter plots. One half of your world starving while the other half destroys food. How ridiculous. Then there are your war threats. They really make me laugh. Facing up like beasts in the jungle, each hoping the other will back down so you don't have to use those ridiculous, puny weapons you've developed. Your ‘nuclear arsenals' I believe you call them. Designed to wipe each other out too. How pathetic. If you could only see yourselves. We can. Anytime. We can watch you continually from this dimension, although it beats me why anybody wants to waste their time on you when we're so advanced here. However some people do. I suppose what starts out initially as mild amusement eventually must become so engrossing that they want a closer look. Which is when they go and see the Director and put in their request – to enter your dimension on Earth and study the person or event in detail. The Director doesn't usually refuse because everybody's permitted one trip across. They're allowed a six month stay, then they must return voluntarily. It's so easy once they've crossed over. So simple. They just locate the person they've been watching and infiltrate their mind, occupying one of those dark, unused corners and they're right at the centre of what interests them. Hey, you have to admit – you can't get closer to a person than if you're inside their mind ! Watching. Listening. Understanding why they make certain decisions. Their true reactions to events around them. We've been doing it for thousands of years now and you've never even suspected. However now and then we have a problem. Sometimes the person who crossed over won't return when they're supposed to. They get so involved in the person they're studying, so curious about how things are going to turn out, that they don't want to leave. And there's only one way to bring them back. Which is where I come in. The Retriever. I shouldn't complain really because it's interesting work and just recently I've added a new twist to make it even more interesting. Well...everybody's got their little games, haven't they !? You see, in your dimension there are two kinds of minds – the weak ones and the strong ones. Now I suppose I must give you some praise for your strong minds – the ones we usually infiltrate and observe. They can't be pushed around or influenced, those minds. They're too strong for that. Too Independent. But the weak ones ! Ha ! Once they're infiltrated they can be taken over completely – their thoughts, their actions, their whole lives can be dominated. When the Director sends for me, tells me someone from our dimension has to be brought back and I cross into your dimension, it's a weak mind I go for. There are so many to choose from. It's childishly simple to select one, dominate him then direct him to kill the person with the strong mind and thus retrieve the person from our dimension. Like the way I infiltrated the mind of one Mark Chapman and directed him to assassinate one John Lennon. There have been others. Lots. I'm sure you can recall them easily enough. There are several from our dimension who are overdue at the moment and I'm working on them. Maybe I'll use that new twist I mentioned, the one I added just for my own amusement, the one The Director hasn't cottoned on to yet......like every now and then when I fail in the assassinations. Deliberately. Tweet
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