Binky the Bomb
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For years i've been writing short shories, mostly out of boredom (we all do it occasionally). Here's one that came to me after watching a prog about the top 10 conspirecy theories. Enjoy, cring etc.
Friday 14th of May 2004. Deep below Burgens Book Store, Oldham Street, Greater Manchester, James Cunningham walked into his new place of business, The Ministry of Truth and Stupidity. The ministry was set up during the sixties, when crop circles, ufo sightings and other strange phenominen started appearing in the public light. Origionally, it was to investigate these strange oddities and report back the government on threat assesments.
This however had changed during the seventies, for reasons unknown to James. He was an avid follower of conspirecy theories since childhood, everything from ufo's to elvis sightings and the assassination of JFK, these were like candy to him. This interest turned to obsetion during his teens, and early twenties. At Manchester University, he studied social theory and there impacts on world history, social theory and psychology in an almost feverish attempt to help him unlock the worlds biggest conspirecies.
However, two weeks ago, not long after graduation, he received a phone inviting him to a meeting with an undisclosed person. Curious to the end, he showed up to the apointment, ready for what awaited for him. What awaited him was a lukewarm cup of coffee, a bagel and a seat opposite a rather scruffely dressed man in his forties, sat in a railway cafe. The invitation was simple, a one time only offer to join the greatest kept secret in the world, and help uncover the truth about the worlds biggest conspirecies. It lasted for only 10 mins, no second chances, no going back. It was his dream come true..... he accepted.
He entered what he assumed was the reception from the lift he had been riding, a hight tec affair built into a mouldy old bookstore upstairs. The reception was concret floors, walls and ceiling, with the usual hodge-podge wiring and poor lighting. The room was ten feet square, with no other obvious door out other than the lift. Before him stood the man he had met, Paul, in rather smarter clothes than what he had been wearing two weeks earlier.
"Ah, Mr Cunnningham. Puctual i see, ready for the good stuff?"
"Yes, yes i am." He replied, trying to sound calm, and failing.
"Well, before we procced, a few ground rules. First, speak of nothing you see or hear here with the outside world. That will happen in good time anyway. Secondly, no recordings, tape players or camcorders are to be active beyond this point unless authorised to do so. Thirdly, everything you see and hear beyond this point is true, no bullshit. If you think were pulling your plonk at anytime, tell us so, don't just explode with anger. The truth is in here, and it's stranger than you think. Any questions?"
"Juist one.."
"Why you?" James nodded "Simple realy, you beleive in evidence supporting the theory, not just one element of it. We've monitored you for years and we know that you beleive in general theories, but specific aspects are held in doubt until you have enough information to support it or not. You investigate, you dont take everything at face value and your suspicious. Those are the main reasons. Also, your not a stone bonker and your a well adjusted young man with no mental or deep emotional issues. In other words, your stable, a rarity in a conspirecy theorist."
"So, your hiring me because i'm not an idiot?"
"Yes, were one of the few organisations that have that hiring policy."
"Oh, ok. Er, what about the bookstore, why is that upstairs?"
"You mean, why do we have a bookstore as a front? Well, internet access is easier to sort out, plus we got tons of reference material up there if we need it. Plus, if we want to order any equipment, materials, etc, it's easy to keep it off offical records if it's handled through the store. Plus ordering nudie magazines and porn is easier."
"Your joking...."
"Rule three, remember." Again, james just nodded "Ready for the good stuff then? Follow me."
He waved his palm over the surface of the wall behind him, and part of it pulled away and slid to one side, revealing a large high tech facility beyond. Both men entered, and the tour began.
<<<Thats about as far as i've got atm, but there is more, just gotta write it all down first. L8r.>>>
Friday 14th of May 2004. Deep below Burgens Book Store, Oldham Street, Greater Manchester, James Cunningham walked into his new place of business, The Ministry of Truth and Stupidity. The ministry was set up during the sixties, when crop circles, ufo sightings and other strange phenominen started appearing in the public light. Origionally, it was to investigate these strange oddities and report back the government on threat assesments.
This however had changed during the seventies, for reasons unknown to James. He was an avid follower of conspirecy theories since childhood, everything from ufo's to elvis sightings and the assassination of JFK, these were like candy to him. This interest turned to obsetion during his teens, and early twenties. At Manchester University, he studied social theory and there impacts on world history, social theory and psychology in an almost feverish attempt to help him unlock the worlds biggest conspirecies.
However, two weeks ago, not long after graduation, he received a phone inviting him to a meeting with an undisclosed person. Curious to the end, he showed up to the apointment, ready for what awaited for him. What awaited him was a lukewarm cup of coffee, a bagel and a seat opposite a rather scruffely dressed man in his forties, sat in a railway cafe. The invitation was simple, a one time only offer to join the greatest kept secret in the world, and help uncover the truth about the worlds biggest conspirecies. It lasted for only 10 mins, no second chances, no going back. It was his dream come true..... he accepted.
He entered what he assumed was the reception from the lift he had been riding, a hight tec affair built into a mouldy old bookstore upstairs. The reception was concret floors, walls and ceiling, with the usual hodge-podge wiring and poor lighting. The room was ten feet square, with no other obvious door out other than the lift. Before him stood the man he had met, Paul, in rather smarter clothes than what he had been wearing two weeks earlier.
"Ah, Mr Cunnningham. Puctual i see, ready for the good stuff?"
"Yes, yes i am." He replied, trying to sound calm, and failing.
"Well, before we procced, a few ground rules. First, speak of nothing you see or hear here with the outside world. That will happen in good time anyway. Secondly, no recordings, tape players or camcorders are to be active beyond this point unless authorised to do so. Thirdly, everything you see and hear beyond this point is true, no bullshit. If you think were pulling your plonk at anytime, tell us so, don't just explode with anger. The truth is in here, and it's stranger than you think. Any questions?"
"Juist one.."
"Why you?" James nodded "Simple realy, you beleive in evidence supporting the theory, not just one element of it. We've monitored you for years and we know that you beleive in general theories, but specific aspects are held in doubt until you have enough information to support it or not. You investigate, you dont take everything at face value and your suspicious. Those are the main reasons. Also, your not a stone bonker and your a well adjusted young man with no mental or deep emotional issues. In other words, your stable, a rarity in a conspirecy theorist."
"So, your hiring me because i'm not an idiot?"
"Yes, were one of the few organisations that have that hiring policy."
"Oh, ok. Er, what about the bookstore, why is that upstairs?"
"You mean, why do we have a bookstore as a front? Well, internet access is easier to sort out, plus we got tons of reference material up there if we need it. Plus, if we want to order any equipment, materials, etc, it's easy to keep it off offical records if it's handled through the store. Plus ordering nudie magazines and porn is easier."
"Your joking...."
"Rule three, remember." Again, james just nodded "Ready for the good stuff then? Follow me."
He waved his palm over the surface of the wall behind him, and part of it pulled away and slid to one side, revealing a large high tech facility beyond. Both men entered, and the tour began.
<<<Thats about as far as i've got atm, but there is more, just gotta write it all down first. L8r.>>>