There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 17

"I know what it means, but it will be more fun for Delicious to tell you."

The Exascale computers came in Red Boxes, marked with every warning sign you could imagine on them. If there was a warning label made, it was on these boxes, and the men that handled them did exactly what the labels said. They were more precious, rarer than Diamonds ($65,000 per gram), and closer to the cost of Painite, the rarest gem of all ($300,000 per gram).

The Southern Pacific Rail Road closed Route 53 at its crossing for ninety minutes. This crossing was nine miles north of our site. Instead of having these priceless computers offloaded at one of their facilities, reloading them onto trucks, traveling forty-five miles overland, and offloading them again, they came up with this solution.

The computers were packed on springs to absorb vibrations; wrapped in five millimeter thick plastic sheeting to keep dirt from getting inside; and surrounded by foam board to keep them from moving around in their wooden crates. The crates were suction lifted, and gently lowered into huge, plastic formed box, and smothered with foam peanuts. The bottom and top of these units are bolted together and then strapped with four metal bands. The cost of packing each computer was $856.00. No one at the Argonne labs complained, and neither did we.

Three computers fit into one truck, and each truck was guarded by a police escort as it drove to the NEST. Every needed technician was already on the second and third floors to install each computer as it came in. The timeline for each computer was one hour; if everything went as planned. The fiber-optic lines were ready, the air-conditioning lines were ready, the electrical lines were ready, and the exterior generators were on providing electricity through the grid. All they needed now was for the machines to be put in place, hooked up, locked down, and tested. The testing would come later.

Progress was painstakingly slow, at least for those of us who were watching it being done, and could do nothing to help it along. As they brought the fourth computer in, I said to myself, this is nonsense. I'm going home.

Jen heard the car drive up and opened the front door expecting me to tell her there was a disaster. I told her, no, I just came home for dinner, and sex.

"Even are you feeling all right? They are installing the computers today and you don't want to be there."

"It was driving me crazy sitting there with nothing to do. Watching them uncrate those boxes, carry the computers into our ship, and not be able to do anything to help. It was like having a headache; you either do something about it or it gets worse. I did something about it. I came home to my wife and children."

"Where is Gordon?"

"He's at the main building."

"It's 7:30 PM, do you want food or sex first."

"It's a tough choice, but I'll go with food. I'll be leaving early in the morning when the last computer is about to go in. I'll make sure there's a smile on your face when you wake up."

"I always wake up with a smile on my face when I sleep with you."

"What's for dinner?"

"Your favorite, calf's brains with liver with bacon."

"Can we order a pizza?"

"What a great idea, that's what we had for dinner."

"Woman, I'm going to get you for that."

"When are you going to remember I hate liver?"

"It wasn't the liver so much; it was the calf's brains."

"Can't you just see Holden playing with them?"

"Playing with them wouldn't bother me; watching him squish them in his hands would send me running to the bathroom. That boy has no fear."

"Neither does Richard, they are cut from the same cloth, and I worry that between them and Newton, we are going to have to build a jail on our ship to keep them out of trouble."

"Let's eat dinner, then will go into the bedroom and I'll eat dessert."

"What about me?"

"You can have ice cream, or a popsicle."

"I'll take the popsicle."

"Okay, how much pizza is left?"

"One slice."

"You and two small children ate an entire large pizza?"

"I was hungry, and I didn't expect you to come home this early."

I grabbed the pizza out of the box and pointed to the bedroom.

"Don't you get any crumbs on my clean sheets?"

"You're going to have to change the sheets in the morning anyhow. Don't worry about little tomato sauce."

"Promises, promises, promises; all I get from you is promises."

"Once upon a time I promised you I was going to take a piece of your ass, do you remember that?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yes I remember you saying that, but you wouldn't dare do that to me."

"Shall I count your offenses for this evening? Leaving the one piece of pizza for dinner, and stating that I never bring you to orgasm. Since I seem incapable of doing that via your vagina, it seems the only other option I have is doing it anally. Don't worry dear I'll only put 9/10 of it in. I wouldn't expect you to take the whole thing the first time. We'll save that for tomorrow."

"Will you stay here for one minute; I want to borrow a Marjorie's gun. It may not be as big as yours, but it's a killer."

"I'm sure it is that's why you're not leaving the room without my dick up your ass."

"Even you are so full of shit, you're just trying to scare me."

"Did it work?"

"Yes it did."

"Oh good, I'm getting better at it. Should we shower first or after we get sweaty?"

"After we get sweaty, and you haven't had your dessert yet."

"Where did dessert go, oh where did you hide it? Dessert, dessert, come out of hiding, I'm looking for you."

"Even, stop it. You're going to get your head stuck in my panties. Even put me down. Even you're going to.... Oh fuck!"

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"Mommy, why is daddy holding you upside down like that?"

"Errmm, mommy had ants in her pants and daddy was trying to find them."

"Doesn't daddy need light to see ants?"

"Daddy has very good eyesight, and he's holding me very close so he can see if they're running around. Go to bed Richard, I'll be in in a minute to tuck you in."

"I want daddy to do it. He's never home this early, and I want him to read me a story."

"Okay go to bed, daddy will be in in a few minutes."

"I want water too."

"Okay daddy will bring you water too. Go to bed."

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"Jen, I believe we forgot to lock the door. A few minutes later and Richard would've joined us in bed. At least you didn't lie to him, you did have ants in your pants, and I was eating them."

"Even, wash your hands and face. Bring your son a glass of water, read him a story, and get your ass back in here. I am on edge. If you don't finish me I will carry on by hand, vegetable, or mechanical device."

I put Jen on her feet, kissed her, and went to take care of my needs. As I was about to leave our room, I looked back at my wife. From a safe distance I said, "I understand squash are in season." I closed the door just in time to be missed by the pillow she threw it me.

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"Thanks for the water dad, I was thirsty."

"I thought you might be. What would you like me to read to you tonight?"

"Space Blasters; mom and I started reading it on my Kindle yesterday. We are up to page 19."

"Do you want to read it to me, or do you want me to read it to you?"

"I start reading it, until I get tired, and then mom keeps reading it until I fall asleep. Is that okay?"

"It's perfect my son, absolutely perfect. Why don't we start at page 15 so you can remember where you left off yesterday?"

"Okay. Did you do this with Delicious when she was growing up?"

"Her mom did that with her. She was a terrific mother. Where are you going to start?"

"Right here dad."

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At 3 AM I left the arms of my beloved, and headed back to the NEST. With the rotation of the manpower, resting facilities on-site, and hot food for the men and women working throughout the evening, everything was going according to plan.

They were unpacking computer number 15 when I arrived on-site. Gordon looked like he was high on Speed. I knew he was so overtired, and he was working on reserve energy. I allowed him to stay, because he was going to program most of the star charts into the computers. Now was the time to send him home.

"Gordon do you want to go home in the backseat of the SUV, or tied up like the last time?"

"Dad this is the last one. Give me one more hour and I'll go home peacefully."

"Look behind you Gordon, your agents are ready to take you home now. Which way do you want to go? You are not working today. If you show up at the office, I will have you thrown out, and you will be in your room for another week. Do we understand each other son?"

"Can I keep my pencils?"

"No pencils, no crayons, no magic markers, and you won't have to paint your walls either, because you will be tied to your bed. You are overtired Gordon, go home and sleep for the rest of the day. I don't want to see you at work until tomorrow."

"Now I know why teenagers don't like their parents. They act like dictators."

"Please remember this dictator could leave you on earth, rather than take you to the stars."

"You wouldn't do that to me dad. I've worked too hard to go with you."

"Are you going home and going to sleep for the rest of the day?"

"Yes dad, I'm going home, and I'll sleep. It doesn't mean I'm not angry with you for being a dictator."

"This dictator loves you very much, and is only thinking about your best interests. If anything ever happened to you, I would be devastated."

We started walking out to the car that would take him home, when he stopped.

"Dad, mom, and I were talking the other day and she said I had to speak to you about this. When am I allowed to start having sex? Nearly 2/3 of all high school students are having sex, and I've already graduated."

"It's not a question of when you are allowed to have sex kid. It's when you meet someone and both of you feel like you would like to be intimate together. It's either because you feel a connection to each other, or because you feel a kind of love for one another. It's not the kind of love that you will want to get married, but a short-term infatuation with each other. You will always want to be safe with the young woman by using a condom, and not a cheap one. Do not be embarrassed to ask me to come with you the first time you want to buy them, or I will buy them for you. I will explain each type to you and their pros and cons. You must remember at all times, if the young woman says the word "NO" you must stop instantly. Talk to me when you are getting near any situation like this, and I will try to help you work your way through the maze of contradictions of young love. You will be 14 in September. Your hormones are raging, and there are no young women around you at our facility. You work long hours during the week, and on Saturdays. Maybe you should rethink your schedule. I believe you should start going to movies and dances on the weekends with the local kids."

"I would have nothing in common with them."

"When you tell them that you are working here, they will flock to you. They will want to find out everything that is going on at our facilities. Don't bring the guys out here, only the girls. It will be a great way to impress them."

"I don't know how to dance."

"Neither did I until I met your mother, she's a great teacher."

"You want me to dance with my mom?"

"Do you want to learn how to dance?"

"I guess I'm going to learn how to dance by dancing with my mom."

"That wasn't so hard now was it? It's time for you to go home; you have stalled your departure long enough."

"I didn't think you noticed."

"I used to do the same tactic Gordon. Nothing you do hasn't been tried before, and been caught by an observant parent."

"Good night dad, I'll see you tomorrow."

"If you are very lucky, I may see you tonight at dinner."

"Dinner; what's that?"

"Gordon if you try that one more time, I'm going to have them tie you up and throw you in the back."

"It was just a test dad, I'm going."

"Delicious knows how to dance."

"If I let my sister get that close to me, she would kill me."

"Possibly, but if you're nice to her, she will teach you to dance first."

"That's not funny dad."

"Yes it was."

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78. A Holiday 'Weak'

The President was off to his home state of Montana to try to shoot something or someone again. The VP was at his home in West Virginia making preparations to receive William Zabo, his $50 million check, and his family. His estate manager told him everything was in readiness for his guests' arrival. Limousines would meet his jet at the Morgantown airport, and whisk them to the estate in 35 minutes with a police escort. They would come in by way of Bunker Hill Road which would be groomed that morning by the entire staff. There was a warning out on the Monongahela River that no large shipping traffic was allowed to use their horns within three miles of the estate, unless there was an emergency situation.

In this state, William Silver was treated like God. During his 18-year tenure in the Senate, and six years as vice president, he had more money funneled into West Virginia than anyone since Senator Robert Byrd.

Even though the mining companies hated him, because of his stance on coal, they donated heavy amounts of money to his Senatorial campaigns because the miners love him. The safety acts he pushed through Congress in their behalf helped reduce accidents in the mines, and increased inspections from once a year to four times a year. The mining companies were being fined massive amounts of money, because of safety infractions.

In each of his three senatorial bids, William Silver won each election by double digits, and West Virginia was usually a blue state.

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What no one noticed during the week leading up to the meeting were men and women sneaking onto the property and setting up high-frequency speakers, like those used on ships to keep pirates away, and for crowd control. The speakers produced ear-splitting noise, when set properly, or they could be used to replicate the sounds of a symphony orchestra, or an atomic bomb. These were set up for a different purpose today, and if William Zabo was right, the Vice President's political career was over.

Four teams of men and women went out each night, from 1 AM to 5 AM, searching for cameras, tripwires, motion detectors, and laser detectors that might announce their presence. They found none. What they did find was plenty of friendly animals that would help their plan immensely. They found a few they didn't want to run into also: skunks, black bears, and porcupines to name a few.

The speakers were hidden deep in the scrub brush, and to hide any human scent, they sprayed animal urine and scat around the bushes to throw the security team dogs off their trail.

On July 3 the Colonel held his final briefing.

"I know this sounds like the weirdest set up we have ever pulled off, but we are getting paid handsomely to do it. Remember to point your transmitters directly at the speakers. Two magazines taped together: blue for blanks, red for live ammunition, and a bag to catch your casings.

When you start firing at the house, only use blanks. As you retreat, change to your red ammunition. If you are fired upon, use your live ammunition and take whomever it is down. At that point it is for real. Leave by your appointed escape route; change your clothes, dispose of them, and your weapon carefully. Pick up your new vehicle and identities, and go on your vacations. You know the drill; be calm and professional. We have practiced this many times, and if you don't break protocol, there is nothing anyone can do to you. Is that understood?"

"Sir, Yes Sir."

"Very well, have a good hearty meal, 'The Private' will be here this evening at 6 PM. He has paid us very well over the years, and we all can retire comfortably if we want to. This is my last mission. Each of you can be proud of your service. I know I am proud of each of you for the way you have handled yourself over these years. Regardless of what you do from this point on, honor these memories and keep the trust and faith of the men and women beside you. Never, under any circumstances, say their names; or where they live. We are family until the day we all die. There will be no reunions of our group, no phone numbers exchanged after today. The only method of contact is in case of emergency and that is the exchange in Louisiana. Don't expect an immediate reply, because I don't know how often I will call in or if anyone else will call in. Sergeant Zachary has been longing to know my age for years, so I am going to tell you all so he no longer has to guess. Just remember Paul, I still out run you in the mile, with 90 pounds of equipment on my back. I'm 64 years old. I was an enlisted man, until I got my degree. They made me a Lieutenant just before you joined up as a pup. How does that make you feel Sergeant?"

"Sir, with all due respect, and honor for your rank, I demand to see your long form birth certificate, and I want to look like you when I'm 64."

"You will if you follow three simple rules: Fight wars with men and women you trained personally. Don't ever drink or do drugs they cloud your senses and disrupt rational thinking. Don't ever get angry; get even in a big way." The last one I learned from 'The Private' himself. The man is a genius, and because of him we are all very wealthy."

"The ceremony is scheduled for 2 PM on July 4. There will only be 20 reporters and one television camera. It's going to sound like we have an army out there because of those speakers. As soon as they start posing for pictures, and Patrick is standing in front of the vice president, fire for effect. As soon as your chambers are empty leave. Don't look back; just get your asses out of there. Those of you at the fireworks truck, as soon as you hear us begin firing set off the fireworks. Take your extinguishers and wait until you hear the fire trucks coming, before you start trying to extinguish the fire. I know I'm repeating myself, but as Sergeant Zachary says, 'why break a habit of a lifetime."

"If tomorrow goes off the way 'The Private' planned, one of the most powerful men in the world, will become the laughing stock of the world. I may just make a slight detour from my plans if the vice president doesn't do what I believe he will do. If he does not commit suicide within the next few weeks, I may return and help him do it."

Sergeant Bernice Anderson said, "Colonel, sir wouldn't it be better if he died in the arms of the woman, while trying to bury his sorrows in her pussy?"

Corporal Allison Reed asked, "How about two women Colonel? He could be having a pussy party in a hotel downtown. It would make it very easy for you to accomplish your task."

"First I can't get rid of Sergeant Zachary, now I am finding it hard to get rid of the rest of you. Any other thoughts on this party?"

"There are two more pussy's here Colonel. We'd like to make ourselves available for this party."

"Okay ladies, 'One Pussy Party'. I must admit we have four great-looking pussies in this room. I think we will be representatives of the Gas or Oil Industry, here to speak with the Vice President about gas and oil leases of the coast of Georgia. Ladies when we are finished with our escape plans, go to Richmond or Washington and get a very expensive evening gown, a smart business outfit, and a very expensive long wig. I don't want any blondes, but I'd like a redhead, jet-black, sable, and brown. I want him to drop his pants on the dance floor.

Men, a tuxedo, plus a very expensive suit, shirt, with cufflinks, and shoes. Let your hair grow in a little. We have to look like successful business people to garner his attention.