FLY
FLY
Scene 1. Heaven; The senior fly was buzzing and humming to itself with excitement. Even though it was heaven a fine-mesh nylon curtain – big, of course- was hung around it. Spot lights from an invisible ceiling were focused on it. The reporters surrounding it were busy clicking it; capturing it on video. One reporter said, "Frankly I did not know that flies live heaven."
The fly replied, "Frankly I wonder how such a silly question could have entered your mind. Heaven is not an exclusive prerogative of humans, you ought to know that."
"That is OK. But why are you so excited and buzzing like a buzz saw? Why the net surrounding you?"
"See boss, I have been in heaven since the days of president Lincoln. You should recognize me. I touched him once you know. But now this other fellow who arrived here quite recently is the cause of my excitement. The prez actually swatted him! How lucky! The prez touched him – never mind he died- see? So I want to go back to earth and want to be touched too. But the keepers here won't let me out. Have to serve out my full term,"
"The other fly is here?"
"Oh, yes. See that lump of sugar in yonder corner?"
All the reporters flew towards the latest arriver. Flash bulbs exploded furiously.
But the fly sitting on the lump of sugar was not so happy. It just sat lethargically.
One reporter asked "Your body looks different. Sort of fuzzy."
The fly replied, "Yeah. I have not yet been given a permanent body. I can get one only after my earthly body disintegrates. But they have preserved it down there. That is the cause of my gloom."
"They have preserved your body? Unheard of! But why? Do they want to p
ut you in a museum?"
"Ask them." The flu grumbled un-cooperating.
Scene 2: A huge group of protestors is squatting outside the White House. They are the members of the SPCF. Society for prevention of cruelty for flies. They have been waiting for hours. Finally a spokesperson steps out of the White House. He is greeted by boos.
A dozen voices shout, "We want the government to hand over the body of the fly. We want to cremate it properly with proper rituals."
"The cruelty perpetrated is shameful", one fellow protests. The demand for the body of the fly is insistent. The spokesperson is embarrassed. He feigns ignorance. More boos and whistles follow. A reporter fresh from heaven taunts.
"Come on Mac, we know. The body has been preserved. We know. Where is it? And why?"
After a bit of hemming and hawing the spokesperson murmurs something like "Routine precaution. SOP. That is all for now, gentlemen." and scarpers.
Scene 3 : Sterile lab in a safe house filled with sterilized technicians and anxious spooks. The fly has been dissected, no, spread apart atom by atom. Electron microscopes. Every atom has been processed through half a dozen ultra high tech gadgets.
"Are you sure it is clean?" the chief spook asks anxiously.
"Yes. " nods the head technician half-heartedly.
"No hidden micro chips? No nano gizmos? We suspect the Japs are far advanced in nano technology. They might have hidden something inside one single atom." The spook insists gloomily.
"None, far as we can find. The fly is clean. Let us destroy it and close the subject."
" It is already destroyed ." suggests a junior colleague less enlightened.
The chief spook glared at him and shakes his head negatively,
"No. Let us play it safe. Preserve the bits for another ten years."
Scene 1. Heaven; The senior fly was buzzing and humming to itself with excitement. Even though it was heaven a fine-mesh nylon curtain – big, of course- was hung around it. Spot lights from an invisible ceiling were focused on it. The reporters surrounding it were busy clicking it; capturing it on video. One reporter said, "Frankly I did not know that flies live heaven."
The fly replied, "Frankly I wonder how such a silly question could have entered your mind. Heaven is not an exclusive prerogative of humans, you ought to know that."
"That is OK. But why are you so excited and buzzing like a buzz saw? Why the net surrounding you?"
"See boss, I have been in heaven since the days of president Lincoln. You should recognize me. I touched him once you know. But now this other fellow who arrived here quite recently is the cause of my excitement. The prez actually swatted him! How lucky! The prez touched him – never mind he died- see? So I want to go back to earth and want to be touched too. But the keepers here won't let me out. Have to serve out my full term,"
"The other fly is here?"
"Oh, yes. See that lump of sugar in yonder corner?"
All the reporters flew towards the latest arriver. Flash bulbs exploded furiously.
But the fly sitting on the lump of sugar was not so happy. It just sat lethargically.
One reporter asked "Your body looks different. Sort of fuzzy."
The fly replied, "Yeah. I have not yet been given a permanent body. I can get one only after my earthly body disintegrates. But they have preserved it down there. That is the cause of my gloom."
"They have preserved your body? Unheard of! But why? Do they want to p
"Ask them." The flu grumbled un-cooperating.
Scene 2: A huge group of protestors is squatting outside the White House. They are the members of the SPCF. Society for prevention of cruelty for flies. They have been waiting for hours. Finally a spokesperson steps out of the White House. He is greeted by boos.
A dozen voices shout, "We want the government to hand over the body of the fly. We want to cremate it properly with proper rituals."
"The cruelty perpetrated is shameful", one fellow protests. The demand for the body of the fly is insistent. The spokesperson is embarrassed. He feigns ignorance. More boos and whistles follow. A reporter fresh from heaven taunts.
"Come on Mac, we know. The body has been preserved. We know. Where is it? And why?"
After a bit of hemming and hawing the spokesperson murmurs something like "Routine precaution. SOP. That is all for now, gentlemen." and scarpers.
Scene 3 : Sterile lab in a safe house filled with sterilized technicians and anxious spooks. The fly has been dissected, no, spread apart atom by atom. Electron microscopes. Every atom has been processed through half a dozen ultra high tech gadgets.
"Are you sure it is clean?" the chief spook asks anxiously.
"Yes. " nods the head technician half-heartedly.
"No hidden micro chips? No nano gizmos? We suspect the Japs are far advanced in nano technology. They might have hidden something inside one single atom." The spook insists gloomily.
"None, far as we can find. The fly is clean. Let us destroy it and close the subject."
" It is already destroyed ." suggests a junior colleague less enlightened.
The chief spook glared at him and shakes his head negatively,
"No. Let us play it safe. Preserve the bits for another ten years."
Tags & Keywords : Prez, Lincoln, fly, spook, heaven, reporters, high tech, safe house
