Saturday, July 4, 2026

An Independence Day Story; Animals Independence Pact


Atlas sat in his cave. Below he could hear laughter. His chimps harvesting the crop, the Stoner Kidz, just zipping around on hovercrafts like they were jet skis. They never left. Atlas appreciated the company, but still found them insufferable. Suddenly a computer buzzed, Atlas pressed a button and barked “hello.”
“Hello Atlas, it’s me Justice."
“Yes, I know. So can you get us that?”
“Huh?”
“Justice, can you get us Justice?”
Justice laughed saying “oh, well I have got a date set to present our case to the United Nations. July fourth, fitting don’t you think? Anyway, I think you have a good chance of convincing them. But, well there is still the question of how animal independence would work. Your communication and entrepreneurial ability are unquestionable. But the questions of how to apply this to other animals will still be raised.
Atlas said angrily “such a double standard. For the rights of homo sapien sapiens depends not even slightly on communication or entrepreneurial ability. But suddenly for any other species it becomes the most relevant factor. Not very just, if you ask me.”
“I agree with you. But, double standard or not, that will be our main hurdle for independence. And we must establish a baseline of independence before we can even hope to see justice. As any African American will tell you. Today, Juneteenth was only the day they were made independent, and they are still fighting for justice. So we are going to have to figure out how to address those questions”-
Atlas interrupted “I know of plenty of intelligent self sufficient non-human, animal entrepreneurs.”
Justice was surprised “Wait, really? You do?” That’s great!”
Atlas nodded saying “yeah, unfortunately they like to remain under the radar. Who can blame them really?”
Justice said “Yeah, but I mean if there was any way you could convince them to take a chance and show up, they might not have to anymore.”
Atlas relented “I will do what I can.”
Justice said “great, I’ll keep you informed. Oh and”-
Atlas interrupted “DJ Smokey is fine, him and his friends love it here.”
"Great, glad to hear it. I hope he's not too much trouble. He's a good kid, but I still find him a bit insufferable sometimes. God, I sound terrible, but you know? I mean I love him, it's just sometimes like, god damn, ya know?"
Atlas says “oh believe me, I get it.”
“Yeah, I figured you would, anyway, tell him I said hi and we’ll talk soon, bye bye now.”
“Good bye Justice, and, in case I don’t say it enough, thank you.” As Atlas pressed the button again, back to rolling his eyes at the laughter and splashing below the fan sounds of the hovercrafts. Atlas called “Alfa Ape, see about getting the plane ready, we have some traveling to do.”
    As Atlas walks around the spiral trail of his mountain, the Stoner Kidz jump off hovercrafts and swim in the ocean around the plants. DJ Flower lays on one of the hovercrafts, knees up, mirror on his neck, sunbathing as he hits a joint. DJ Smokey and MC Bud Buddy hit a large beach ball back and forth over some plants as they swim in the ocean. MC Hippy just splashes around, trying to swim as deep down as he can, but coming up before even half way. As he does, he notices a small rock island off to the side. A large rock from it rolls open, as a large flying boat sails out. He points, "Hey look guys. What the hell is that?" They all turn their heads, eyes widening, as something resembling the Spruce Goose keeps rolling out, seemingly going on forever. DJ Flower gets concerned, "Oh no! Is this something we have to worry about? Oh god, no!" as he crosses himself. DJ Smokey says, "Let's go see," as he, Bud Buddy, and MC Hippy swim to the hovercraft DJ Flower sunbathes on. DJ Flower struggles up saying, "WHAT? No, what if it's"—He is cut off by lack of listening as the rest of the Stoner Kidz climb on the hovercraft and MC Hippy pulls the throttle towards the island. DJ Flower mutters, "Oh lord, forgive them for not listening to me. And forgive me, for I might kill them all," as he crosses himself. As they get over to the plane they stare in awe, as it finally stops moving. "Oh my god that's gotta be like two hundred feet long!" MC Hippy said.
“Yeah and look at those wings. Bet we could play football on them!”
“Actually it’s two hundred and eighteen feet long. And the wingspan, larger than most regulation Gridiron Football Fields!” Atlas said as he approached on a hovercraft driven by Alfa Ape, Charlie Chimp behind him. As the hovercraft stopped. The Stoner Kidz asked in confusion “what is this?” Atlas smirked and said “this is my Birch Bitch!” As he stepped off the hovercraft. Followed by Alfa Ape rolling a suitcase to the plane, and Charlie Chimp walking to check the wings and engines. Atlas looked at the Stoner Kidz and said “you comin?”
They looked at each other confused. MC Hippy looked forward and asked “comin where?”
Atlas just barked without looking back “The Commonwealth of Australia. Gotta go see King Kangaroo in his boxing club. And might as well talk with the Crocs on the way there.” The Stoner Kidz, still confused, not understanding, just smiled and ran after ‘em. Except DJ Flower who asked “wait, King Kangaroo? Boxing club? Crocs? And speakin a crocs, what about our clothes?” Atlas said “what do you think is in the suitcase? I knew y’all would wanna come, so I accounted for it.” He then looked over to Charlie Chimp spinning a propeller and asked “we bout ready Charlie?” Charlie nodded giving a thumbs up as he climbed into the cockpit high above the ground. As Alfa Ape, and Atlas climbed into the plane through the large ground opening on the back. Followed by the excited Stoner Kidz, and reluctant DJ Flower, crossing himself, muttering prayers. Once on the floor folded up and latched closed, they sat on side chairs, as the propellers spun to life, the flying boat sailed faster and faster, until rising higher and higher, finally flying!
    The propellers of the engine spin, audible from inside the plane as DJ Smokey piles food onto a plate from a salad bar. The other Stoner Kidz stare at him as MC Bud Buddy asks, "Dood, what are you doin?"
DJ Smokey says “what?” His mouth full of bread, as he continues chewing and speaking “I got the munchies.”
MC Hippy says “we all got the munchies but you can’t just”-
Atlas interrupts “take whatever you want. We got a long flight. And if you want to watch TV, the control panel for it is right over there” as he moves his nose to a canvas sack with a tablet in it. He then continues “just please try and keep it down. I’m gonna try and get some sleep.” As he slips his head onto some earmuffs and a sleeping mask, circles around a soft bed, scratches at it a few times, then lays down, curled into himself. The Stoner Kidz immediately get up and grab plates filling them. As DJ Smokey walks over and grabs the tablet. Clicking buttons labeled
TV ON. As a large screen rolls down from in front, and the tablet screen becomes a selection page of every streaming service that Smokey knows of and even a few he has never heard of before.
    The Stoner Kidz laughed and cheered “HOA!” As Saitama punched a large three headed monster tearing its body in half, on screen. “He is OP as fuck!” MC Hippy says.
“Oh no! OP doesn’t even begin to cover it!” MC Bud Buddy said.
DJ Smokey jumped in “oh yeah, I’m pretty sure he could take god! Huh? DJ Flower? Huh? What do you think would happen if Caped Baldy punched god?”
DJ Flower shook his head saying seriously, "That's not funny!" as the laughter of the rest of the Stoner Kidz faded. Before DJ Flower smirked and continued, "But I suppose god would be dead," as he laughed. The Stoner Kidz looked back and forth at each other before they slowly began laughing again. MC Hippy said, "Nietzsche tried, Saitama succeeded!" They all continued to laugh. DJ Flower said, "Yeah and he was holding back!" as they laughed even more hysterically. Suddenly they saw Atlas stir as they looked and DJ Smokey held his finger to his mouth saying, "SHHH! You guys we gotta keep it down! Dogs have really good hearing. Like Saitama punch good hearing!" They all laughed as DJ Smokey continued, "SHHH!" as they continued laughing but quieter. Suddenly Charlie Chimp was on the corner of the screen signing as a monotone computerized dalek-like voice said, "Approaching The Commonwealth of Australia. Prepare for descent." As it went away and the Stoner Kidz strapped themselves into their seats. DJ Smokey turned to Atlas to let him know, only to see he was already pulling off his mask and ear muffs and strapping himself in saying, "I heard. Like you said, we dogs have excellent hearing!" They laughed as the plane began tilting down and descending. DJ Smokey slipped, as he grabbed onto an empty seat, pulled himself in and buckled down, breathing a sigh of relief. The other Stoner Kidz laughed as the plane flew downward, touching down and skiing on the large muddy wetlands of the Outback.
    Alfa Ape held a GPS as he led the group. Atlas behind him, the Stoner Kidz behind him. DJ Smokey whispered to MC Hippy “where are we going?”
MC Hippy said, "I dunno man. Why the fuck you askin me?" DJ Smokey was about to respond as Atlas looked back and said, "We are going to King Kangaroo's Boxing Club."
DJ Smokey said “ohhh. AWE!” As he slapped his neck, lifting his hand with the back guts of a mosquito. He freaked out “OH NO! AM I GONNA GET WEST NILE VIRUS?”
MC Hippy laughed saying “dood, does this look like the West Nile?”
DJ Smokey said “I dunno man. Why the fuck you askin me? You’re the one who went to college.”
MC Hippy laughed “yeah I did, and you know what I learned? I learned that the West Nile isn’t in Australia!”
DJ Smokey said “ok, but like still. Am I gonna be ok?”
Atlas said “from just that one I wouldn’t worry too much.”
DJ Smokey smiled saying “oh good. Wait… from just that one? What if there’s another and I get West Nile Virus? Oh no, no, I can’t get”- He is cut off by Alfa Ape reaching back holding him an orange can with green letters reading Mosquito Coast!” DJ Smokey smiled and said “thanx man, ape, you know what I mean.” Alfa Ape nodded and grunted as he continued leading. Soon they came across a large swampy lake-like body. Alfa Ape stopped and Atlas stepped forward and barked.” The Stoner Kidz looked at each other in confusion. Before long green snouts and bodies rise, swimming towards them. DJ Flower crosses himself saying “oh god!” MC Hippy and Bud Buddy got behind him saying “yeah, oh god is right! Help us lord! You’re our only hope!” DJ Flower shook his head saying “what? Oh now you’re prayin?”
MC Hippy and Bud Buddy nod saying, "Yeah, well gods got our back too. Right?"
DJ Flower laughs and says “what? Got your back? No, no, you’re goin to hell for sure!”
Atlas looks back saying, "Oh calm down they're fine. They are our taxies. They run the most successful taxi business in the entire Outback. They probably won't eat you. That would be bad for business." As the crocodiles come up to shore DJ Smokey runs up and hugs one's nose as he blows smoke from his joint into their nostrils and says, "Now don't worry, I'll give you another hit after you get us across. But I want you at your best when driving." MC Hippy yells, "Dood! What are you doing?"
DJ Smokey looked back saying, "What? Atlas said they probably won't eat us!" Atlas rolls his eyes as he gets on the back of one of the crocodiles and DJ Smokey does the same. MC Hippy and Bud Buddy look at each other, shrug and walk onto one themselves. DJ Flower says, "Wait, are you guys for real? These are crocodiles. They're more aggressive than alligators who are themselves damn near the most aggressive animal on the planet…. Hey, hey what are you doing?" As Alfa Ape picks him up and steps one foot on each of two crocodiles, holding DJ Flower in his arms as he crosses himself saying, "Oh lord"—DJ Smokey interrupted, "Don't worry they probably won't eat us!"
DJ Flower screamed “that probably is doing alotta heavy lifting!” As the crocodiles begin swimming.
    DJ Smokey pet his crocodile as he spoke to it, "So, you have a girlfriend?" The crocodile just glares and blinks as it continues pushing itself through the murky water. DJ Smokey says, "Yeah, me neither. I kinda have a thing for my buddy Bud Buddy's mom, shh. And my dad's ex. Maybe we could all do a polyamorous thing. I dunno. You ever done the polyamorous thing? What's that like? I don't think DJ Flower condones those, but ya know, he's one a those religious types, and what do they know? Ya know?" The crocodile makes no sound as it just continues propelling itself through the pond with its tail. Everyone else stares at DJ Smokey in bewilderment as he just lays back and hits a joint on the spine of a crocodile. As the crocodiles continue to swim, Atlas lays down, his head near the head of the crocodile, he whispers in its ear, "Animal independence pact. We have a hearing, you could help, if you're interested?" Suddenly the crocodiles stop, they look at each other, to the confusion of the Stoner Kidz and Alfa Ape who look back and forth at each other. Atlas whispers again, "Just think about it." After a moment the crocodiles sway their tails again and continue swimming.
    After a while the crocodiles walk up onto a dirt patch surrounded by the swampy pond. Atlas hops off, followed by the Stoner Kidz. DJ Flower still crossing himself as Alfa Ape carries him off. Atlas whispers to the crocodiles “thank you. And, think about what I said.” As he turns around and begins walking. Alfa Ape and the Stoner Kidz follow, except MC Bud Buddy who asks “wait, what about a tip?”
DJ Smokey turns back saying with a laugh “you don’t need a tip.” 
MC Bud Buddy stares at him saying “not for me. For them.”
DJ Flower runs saying “I’m not gonna be the tip! I’m not gonna be the tip!”
Atlas rolls his eyes barking “they will be paid on the way back! Now come on!”
DJ Flower says “wait, way back?” As his lip quivers. Everyone ignores his fear.
MC Hippy wonders “how do they make a business like that work? Like how do they assure we pay?”
Alfa Ape signs “they’re the only way on or off this island, so assuming anyone ever leaves, they have to come back.” MC Hippy nods, understanding the sign language after long enough with Alfa Ape. MC Bud Buddy asks “what if we swim?”
Atlas deadpans “then you’re the payment!” The Stoner Kidz laugh and nod except DJ Flower who says “wait what?” His lip still quivering. The rest of the Stoner Kidz laugh louder at their friends' fear. After walking for a bit they reach an intertwined wall of trees and rocks, surrounded by sticks and leaves. Atlas stops by these, as Alfa Ape approaches the rock next to him and knocks on it. A small rock is removed from a spot on it as eyes glare out. Atlas barks “like King Kong, but Kangaroo!” The eyes glance around, as the small rock replaces them and the leaf covered branches in front of him open slowly
    Atlas walks in past a large man in a black suit, down some stairs. The rest follow. DJ Flower crosses himself, DJ Smokey nods, smiles and raises his hand for a high five to the bouncer who just ignores him. DJ Smokey shrugs, high fives himself and keeps walking. The cheers and yells get louder as they get closer. Smells of smoke and beer fill the air. The sights show men, women and animals of all kinds cheering and howling. Many holding up bet stubs. People handing cash for these stubs at counters around the perimeter. As they push through the crowd, a dog in the ring leans against the edge of it, tongue out. DJ Smokey gets giddy as he says, "That's a boxer, boxing! ATLAS!" he calls as he pushes through to Atlas saying, "That's a dog!" as he points to the boxer.
Atlas looks and says “oh yeah, that’s Boxer The Boxer! He’s pretty good.”
DJ Smokey says “you gotta bet on him, he’s a fellow dog!”
Atlas shakes his head “no, he’s good, but I don’t bet. And besides he’s up against King Kangaroo. And you never bet against King Kangaroo!” As he and Smokey look up seeing King Kangaroo, hit his gloves together as he hops over to Boxer. Boxer, falls from the ring edge, and slips aside, dodging his punch. DJ Smokey holds his fists u cheering “WOOO!” As he looks over to a vacant counter, puts his hand in his pocket and walks over. He yells to the woman behind the counter “a hundred dollars on the dog!” As he slams a one hundred dollar bill on the counter. The woman, surprised, says nothing, she just takes the bill, puts it in a drawer, takes out a blue stub and hands it to him. Smokey says "thank you ma’am” as he pretends to tip a hat he isn’t wearing, and walks off. He watches Boxer jump and paw at King Kangaroo’s face multiple times at such high speeds, King Kangaroo hops backward. DJ Smokey holds his fists up, holding the light blue stub screaming “WOOOO! C’MON BOXER! YOU GOT”- His cheering stops as his smile fades as King Kangaroo pulls his arm back and thrusts forward, knocking Boxer across the ring, landing on his side, after a whimper. Spiders drop down on webs shaping them into numbers as the crowd counts “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!” Boxer is still laying there as the crowd cheers, a man in stripes holds up King Kangaroo’s arm and announces “WINNER!” The crowd cheers as people carrying stretchers rush into the ring and put the boxer on it rushing off. King Kangaroo steps down from the ring as a well dressed man smoking a cigar puts a robe on him, pats his shoulder saying that was great! After all these years! You still got it baby woo!” As he squirts some water from a bottle into his mouth. King Kangaroo drinks as he looks over making eye contact with Atlas, he nods, Atlas nods. King Kangaroo walks over to a luxury couch area as Atlas follows along with the rest of his friends. DJ Smokey slumps his head, staring at his tiny blue stub, saying “damn! I thought a boxer was a sure thing in a , ya know, boxing match.” As he drops the stub, it sways to the ground as he looks over and runs after his friends calling “hey wait for me!”
King Kangaroo sits by the suited man on a round couch, with a glass table in the center. The suited man says to a woman in a skimpy dress, "Get us some martinis, will ya sweet heart?" The woman nods as she heads off. The man then turns to Atlas, Alfa Ape standing behind him, the Stoner Kidz beside them. He smiles and says, "So, Atlas, I have heard a lot about you. So tell us, what are you doing here?"
Atlas looks at King Kangaroo then back at the man asking “I’m sorry, who are you?”
The man laughs “I’m Gent, King Kangaroo’s manager. He lacks the vocal chords to communicate and the Hawking like computer that you have, so, I do the talking.”
Atlas barks “you? A human? Speaking for an independent agent like King Kangaroo?”
Gent replies “I am merely a translator. You see we have been together for many years. As such I have learned his tells, I know in a way that you, nor anyone else could ever understand, what he wants to say.”
Atlas growls slightly “I am here about independence. You have taken that from this powerful animal, you”-
Gent interrupts “I have not taken anything. Most human fighters have managers, yet they are independent. King Kangaroo is no different. I am only here to translate, and manage his affairs. So tell us, what are you here for, he can understand you, and I can understand him, so tell us?”
Atlas relents, looks at King Kangaroo and says, "You remember my caretaker Cromag? As it turns out the CTT was not the only treaty he was working on. Another, the AIP, Animals Independence Pact—the first international proposal for full animal liberation." Gent and King Kangaroo look at each other. King Kangaroo blinks a few times through a glare. Gent nods, turns to Atlas and says, "While that does sound exciting, it doesn't really answer our question of why you are here?"
Atlas says to King Kangaroo, "Cromag as you know is dead. He died long before he could ever push this proposal through. However, my new lawyer, Justice"—
DJ Smokey interrupts, raising his hand “that’s my dad, he’s great!” Atlas looks aback and glares at him, along with King Kangaroo and Gent, as MC Hippy nudges him with his elbow. DJ Smokey puts his hand and head down muttering “sorry.”
Atlas looks back at King Kangaroo and continues, "Anyway, Justice, a human lawyer who has come to gain my respect, has been working very hard to push through Cromag's AIP. And he has got us a date to present it to the UN, on the fourth of July. And, well as your Gent here alluded to, my Hawking computer Voice Box and massive globally recognized cannabis business gives me quite a case. Though questions may be raised about other animals' ability to handle independence, which of course you and I know is just humans attempting to merely justify their unjustifiable actions." Gent nods in agreement, as Atlas continues, "And although I know you like to stay under the radar, and I respect and understand that—but this, this is for all of us, and if they could see you the way they see me, our case becomes strengthened. So I am here to ask you, the same as I asked of the crocodiles, just think about it, please! I know humans have attempted to trap us before, and if you were coming to me right now, I would be having that same thought, but I also know you, just as you know me, so you do not have to trust them, only me." Gent stares at King Kangaroo as he blinks. Gent nods, turns back to Atlas and says, "Alright, we cannot give you an answer right away. But out of respect for you, we will consider it." Atlas says, "Thank you!" as he raises his paw; King Kangaroo slaps it, as Atlas puts it down and turns to walk away. Alfa Ape and the Stoner Kidz follow wondering, "Was that it? Wait what are"—Alfa Ape signals them to stop and they do. As Atlas is about to walk out the door he turns as he hears Gent calling, "Atlas, Atlas." As he stops running, he takes a deep breath and continues, "Look I agree with you. And I have some experience with the law, so I know how helpful King Kangaroo's testimony could be. Though he is skeptical, he trusts you, and I do too, so I will try to convince him. I can't make any promises; I do not control him. But I will advise him with what I think is best, the way any good manager would. And I just want you to know that ok," as he holds out his hand. Atlas glares for a moment before raising his paw and slapping his hand with his own kind of smile saying, "Thank you Gent. I am glad my friend has a representative like you." As he turns and walks out followed by Alfa Ape and the Stoner Kidz.
    As they enter the plane, Atlas stops and wonders “what day is it?” The Stoner Kidz, Alfa Ape and Charlie Chimp look at him in confusion. MC Hippy says “Wendsday why?”
Atlas asks Charlie Chimp “can you get us to India in a day?”
Charlie Chimp nods and signs, "I'll get us there," as he hops off to the cockpit. Moments later the plane takes off. MC Hippy asks, "Why do we need to get there in a day?"
Atlas says, "Thursday is when the Monkey Street Performers Union has their meeting. And if I can convince Monty the Monkey to let us plead our case, I think I can get them on board." The Stoner Kidz nod, still confused as the plane soars upward and accelerates forward. Suddenly a robotic voice speaks as the TV shows Charlie Chimp signing, "Approaching the port of India. Prepare for descent." As the Stoner Kidz, Alfa Ape, and Atlas awake, and walk to and strap themselves into their chairs, as the plane swerves downward, landing and skiing on the water up to a large spot next to an open dock. They all walk down the back slope of the plane past the docks of the port onto a dirt city street block. They all look around in awe. DJ Smokey says, "Wow I've never been to India before," as he folds his hands and bows at a local woman walking by, "Namaste." She looks at him very confused, and perhaps a little offended. The Stoner Kidz laugh. MC Hippy says, "That's Japan."
DJ Smokey responds, "How would you know? You failed Geology." The Stoner Kidz continued laughing hysterically as MC Hippy continues, "Ok, no, first of all, I failed Statistics, got a D in geology. And, second of all, what you're talking about is Geography, which I came out with a solid C in, so." As he nods DJ Smokey shrugs saying, "They all seem the same to me." The Stoner Kidz crack up more and more. They even stop walking to slap their knees they are laughing so hard. MC Hippy says, "Ok but regardless of how they seem to you, they are not the same. Geology is the study of rocks and shit. Geography is the study of places." DJ Smokey says, "Pretty sure that's nouns." MC Hippy is dumbfounded as he just stares on in bewilderment at the ignorance of DJ Smokey as the rest of their friends just keep slapping their knees laughing hysterically.
Atlas listening to this annoyance, rolls his eyes as they land on a monkey in a red silk vest, wearing a fez, clapping thimbles together as he dances to music, "Hey, hey, we're the monkeys, and people say we monkey around," as bystanders clap and drop bills into a small case in front of the dancing monkey. Atlas looks back and yells to the still laughing Stoner Kidz, "Hey, guys stop," as they all look up, "Huh?" as they walk to Atlas watching the monkey. DJ Smokey starts smiling and clapping with the rest of the audience as the rest of his friends join him. Atlas just stares on, Alfa Ape beside him. When the song ends the monkey squeaks and tips his hat to the bystanders, as he puts his thimbles in the case above the money, closes it, slips it on his tail and runs off. Atlas runs after him followed by Alfa Ape and the Stoner Kidz. They follow the monkey into a mostly abandoned open warehouse area where monkeys of all kinds hoot, and squeak, and climb and run. Atlas looks around wondering aloud, "Where is Monty?" Suddenly a monkey lowers from their tail behind him holding a phone that asks, "Who wants to know?" Atlas turns around in shock as Monty smiles, squeaks and types quickly on his phone, "ATLAS! My old friend. How are you?" as he jumps on and around Atlas's back. Atlas actually smiles as he says, "Hello Monty, it's good to see you."
Monty types frantically “always good to see you. What are you doin here?”
Atlas says “well I remember this is when your union meets and I have  a proposal I think you all might be interested in.”
Monty types “well, then let’s get you talkin, come, come on.” As he pulls Atlas's ears and points towards a stage. Once on the stage, Monty hooks a wire into his phones headphone jack and types “hey all, gonna start a little early today. An old friend of mine has a proposal. Full disclosure he is a dog, but he’s one of the good ones. He rarely eats monkeys.” The monkeys squeak in laughter as Monty ushers Atlas to center stage. Atlas projects his vice saying “hello Monkey street Performers Union. My name is Atlas. As an entrepreneur myself I very much respect what you all have built here. The humans saw you as a problem for so long, then you provided them with entertainment and they accepted you. That is amazing truly. But, well every where else in the world, that is far far less common. And that's what I am here about. See I have a date with The UN, on this fourth of July, to present my case for Animal Independence. In the hopes of carving out what you have here, everywhere. And well, I would hope this could be our case, not just mine, it affects us all after all. I do not expect an answer right away, all I ask is that you consider it. Maybe together we can give all the other animals what you and I take for granted. Thank you.”
DJ Smokey walks out and says “nomasta” as he folds his hands and bows Atlas pushes him back rolling his eyes.   
    "Now to Mexico, outside of Cabo. We must see Peepers at Parrot Postal," Atlas says to Charlie Chimp, who is now dressed like a chauffeur. He nods as he heads to the cockpit. The Stoner Kidz cheer, "WOOO! CABO!" Atlas turns and glares at them, so they stop jumping around with glee and clear their throats, "I mean, Cabo, yes, to see Peepers with Parrot Postal. Very good sir." Atlas rolls his eyes as he walks over to his bed. DJ Smokey whispers to MC Hippy, "You don't think he'd be too opposed to just like one beach party do ya?" MC Hippy puts a finger to his mouth, "Shut up dood that's not what we're here for."
DJ Smokey says, "I know, but like just a secondary"—He is cut off by the rest of the Stoner Kidz shushing him. He slumps his head muttering, "Sorry, I just wanna party in Cabo, is that such a crime?" As the plane soars upward, knocking an unsecured DJ Smokey to the floor, "WHOA!" he says as the rest of the already seated Stoner Kidz laugh at him, he glares at them, before laughing himself.
    The plane lands on a large ocean body far from the shore. The Stoner Kidz looking out the window wonder "How we gonna get"—As a fan sound cuts them off, they look to see Alfa Ape driving a hovercraft down the way, as the back of the plane opens, Atlas hops on as he barks to the Stoner Kidz, "You comin?" The Stoner Kidz rush to hop on the hovercraft as it drives out right onto the water and towards the shore. Once the shore is in view Alfa Ape speeds up, swooshing right onto the land as he keeps driving. The Stoner Kidz passing a joint between them wave at shocked girls in bikinis as MC Hippy says, "We probably just look like blurs to them." DJ Smokey says, "Yeah, but like blurs they kinda wanna get to know and maybe go home with right?" MC Hippy laughs as DJ Smokey asks, "Right? Right?" as the rest of the Stoner Kidz join the laughter. DJ Smokey still wondering, "Right?"
    Dirt flies up as the hovercraft slows down in an out of the way desert road. The yellow sun beats down, heat rises from the rocks, right outside a large foggy white green house. Alfa Ape stops the hovercraft. Alfa Ape steps off followed by Atlas and the Stoner Kidz. They walk up to the green house. By the door two slots, one large reading PACKAGES above it and the other thin reading LETTERS above it. Alfa Ape presses a button on the black handle of the thin door and pulls it open, Atlas and the Stoner Kidz. inside was like a bustling mail room, chirps, squeaks, a few caws and yells. A conveyor belt running with envelopes and boxes, as crows pick through them, sorting and separating them onto separate conveyor belts. The legs of Pigeons being tied with envelopes as Harnesses of boxes being loaded on to California Condors. As they fly out of a vent on the roof. A large tree centered in the back, a green, blueish, red parrot perched on a branch, claws wrapped tightly around the branch as he looks over a piece of paper hanging from another. Atlas and Alfa Ape walk straight towards him as the Stoner Kidz follow slowly, staring all around in awe. Atlas barks up at the parrot as the bird looks up and around frightened. Then he looks down and squeaks “oh Atlas you frightened me.”
“How are you Peepers?”
Peepers replies, in his high pitch squeak “I am quite alright. And you? My old friend.”
Atlas says “I am doing well. Do you have a minute?"
Peepers says “for you? Of course. It has been so long.” As he flies down, landing on Atlas’s head and continuing “so tell me, what brings you all the way out here?”
Atlas says “freedom!”
Peepers squeaks in confusion “what do you mean?”
Atlas explains “the Animals Independence Pact. A proposal drawn up by my late caretaker, Cromag”-
Peepers bows his beak saying “rest in peace!”
Atlas nods “thank you. Anyway, he drew this up before he passed. I only recently found out about it. Because of a new lawyer friend”-
DJ Smokey interrupts “ohhh, you consider my dad a friend? That’s so sweet. I’m sure he feels the same.” As he holds both his hands over his heart. Peepers and Atlas stare at him.
Atlas says “ignore him. Anyway, my new lawyer friend arranged a hearing with the UN coming up this fourth of July.”
Peepers says “fitting.”
“That’s what I said” Atlas replied.
Peepers continues “but I do not understand what you need from me?”
Atlas replied “all I need from you is to consider testifying. The more animal entrepreneurs we have the better our chances.”
Peepers ponders this, asking “have you talked to King?”
Atlas nodded “as well as the crocs, and the monkeys in India.”
“And Charlotte?"
Atlas shakes his head “no, I promised Charlie to leave her out of it.”
Peepers nods saying “I understand, but I can't imagine anyone better to make the case.”
Atlas nods “sure, but I can’t. Like I said I promised”-
Peepers interrupts “yes, yes, you promised your friend. I have always admired your honesty. Even when it may hurt you. But, well to answer your question, I will consider this, but I must say. I do have my skepticism. I mean, my business caters to humans. They love my service. But, you know how they are, they never want to see how the sausage is made.”
Atlas nods, but before he can speak DJ Smokey says “mmmm, sausage” as he rubs his stomach and licks his lips. Atlas and Peepers stare at him. Peepers asks “so these are your friends?” Atlas says “yes. They have shown themselves to be very supportive and helpful, despite their clear intelligence deficit.” Peepers and Atlas laugh. As MC Hippy stares on in bewilderment. Finally he asks “so you can talk?”
Peppers looks at him “of course, you can hear me right?”
MC Hippy nods saying “yeah, but like how?”
Peepers says "over my many years I have heard so much talk, that I learned the words necessary to communicate.”
MC Hippy asks “but like are you actually talking or just mimicking?” DJ Smokey nudges him muttering “dood, don’t be a dick. He’s being really nice.”
MC Hippy responds “I don’t mean to be a dick I’m just curious. Like I know parrots can mimic but talk?”
Atlas looking angry about to bark before a squeaking Peepers laughs “it is alright. If I come to your hearing this will no doubt be a question that will arise. So I will answer your question with another question, what is it that you do?”
MC Hippy, confused, says “I, talk.”
Peepers says “oh? How?”
MC Hippy says “well I was taught over the years and learned from my parents and teachers and just kind of began to understand.”
“Ah, so you did what I did. How then is what you do not mere mimicry? Just as I, you heard sounds, associated them with meaning, then learned how and when to make them. Just as I did.” MC Hippys taps his chin pondering as DJ Smokey makes a mind blown motion with his hands saying “WHOA! BOOM! Is all language mere mimicry?"
    MC Hippy nudges DJ Smokey and says “no of course not, it’s, it’s, well it’s, Like language is”- His thought keeps from being able to fully explain as DJ Smokey smirks, leans to his ear and whispers slowly “mimicry!” They all laugh. As Atlas says “ok, well thank you Peepers for hearing me out.”
“Of course, Atlas, anything for my old friend, ah and for my new friends” He flutters over to a bag on a branch of the tree, grabs a thin card out of it with his beak and flies back, landing on Alfa Apes shoulder. Alfa Ape takes the card and looks at it with a puzzled expression. Peepers says “that’s a prepaid mastercard, should be at least a grand on there. Enjoy Cabo, my old and new friends.”
Atlas says “that’s very kind but we can’t”-
DJ Smokey grabs the card and interrupts “of course we can! I mean, partyin in Cabo, that’s the dream man, dog.” Peepers looks at Atlas as he flies over to him “you work too hard my friend. Why don’t you take a night, and live the dream?” Atlas thinks for a moment before he relents and DJ Smokey, immediately noticing his dropping posture throws his hands up saying “WOOOO! TIME TO PARTY IN CABO!” As he runs out of the green house, before coming right back and saying “oh thanx Peepers, you’re the best.” Peepers nods and DJ Smokey continues “WOOOOOO!” Running out again, followed by the Stoner Kidz, and Alfa Ape, Atlas, hesitantly behind.
    They all walk into a large resort lobby. Eyes on them. Gasps and stares, whispers and laughs, as they walk to the desk. DJ Smokey says “a suite.”
The clerk stares at him, and then glances at the animals behind him. Then back at him and says “um, we don’t allow animals at the hotel.” DJ Smokey looks around in shock saying “really? Then what are these animals doin in here? He then says “hey, y’all gotta go, they don’t allow animals at this hotel.” He actually starts walking over to people and ushering them up saying “c’mon, c’mon, you heard the lady. No animals.” He then looks at the clerk and says “that means you too. C’mon, c’mon!” As he waves her over. She stands behind the desk confused as the Stoner Kidz laugh. DJ Smokey says “she did say no animals right?” The Stoner Kidz nod. The clerk says “yeah no animals.”
MC Hippy jumps in “yeah so you should leave then right? Unless, you’re being inconsistent and not including Homo Sapien Sapiens when you say animal, but I’m pretty sure”- As he takes out his phone and does a search, then continues,“yup, they are in the Kingdom Animalia, see” as he holds his screen to the clerk showing her a graphic.
The clerk rolls her eyes “you know what I mean.”
MC Hippy responds “I know what the science says. Do you? Or do you just not care?”
“I don’t care! These are our”-
DJ Smokey interrupts “bigots gonna bigot! Cmon, let’s go tell all our millions of college aged followers about how bigoted this hotel is.” The Stoner Kidz nod as they head out. The clerk suddenly becomes concerned saying “wait no, it’s not bigotry we just”-
DJ Smokey says “I don’t know what else to call it you wanna refuse service to someone cause they look different than you.”
The clerk shakes her head “no, it’s cause they’re dirty they”-
The Stoner Kidz simultaneously yell “HOA! They’re dirty, I’ve never heard a bigot use that one before.”
DJ Flower holds up his phone saying “yeah let’s see if any of our followers have.”
The clerk continues “no, but like, they track dirt, and carry germs, and can get sick, or relieve themselves all over the floor.”
MC Hippy squints in confusion “and humans don’t?”
The clerk shakes her head “no, we use the bathroom.”
“Oh, so it’s the bathroom use, ok some consistency, unless, I dunno there was a baby in here or something.” MC Hippy says as he looks around and sees a lady holding a baby and continues “oh what’s this? Hey lady, this clerk doesn’t like your kind around these parts.”
Atlas finally steps up to MC Hippy saying “I appreciate this but it’s ok, we can”-
MC Hippy says “no, it’s not! Inconsistent, anti-scientific, bigoted rules are not ok, they’ve never been ok, and the people have to know about the business that enforces them. So keep recording Flower.” DJ Flower gives him a thumbs up as he holds his phone.
The lady behind the desk, rolled her eyes, annoyed and wanting this to be over she finally relented and said “look, I can let them be here outside and stuff, just not in a room, ok? I can’t do anything else. I don’t make the rules.” The Stoner Kidz still looked annoyed as Atlas said “thanx ma’am, that is fine.” As he looked at the Stoner Kidz and said “don’t push any further. She will get fired if she compromises anymore. Besides, hopefully this won’t matter after the fourth.”
“But it matters now” DJ Smokey said.
“It does, but that is why we are here. We have waited hundreds of years for independence, we can wait a few more days.” Atlas replied as the Stoner Kidz hung their heads and nodded.”
Atlas said “now go have fun” as he smiled in his way.
    Atlas laid by a hot tub as Alfa Ape stood by him. They watched the Stoner Kidz hold up drinks at the bar as they cheered “WOOOOO!” Behind the blaring party music. Girls in bikinis surrounded them cheering and laughing. DJ Smokey hit a joint before locking lips with a girl and exhaling in her mouth. She then turned to her friend, they locked lips and she exhaled in her mouth. The Stoner Kidz smiled big and cheered “WHOA!” As the girls laughed. One of them took the joint from DJ Smokey, said “now it’s your turn!” DJ Smokey smiled as she took a hit, locked lips with DJ Smokey and exhaled in his mouth, he breathed in as the girl whispered again “now it’s your turn.” DJ Smokey’s smile faded as he and the Stoner Kidz looked at each other awkwardly, the girls laughed as DJ Smokey’s friends backed away. DJ Smokey looked at the smiling girls waved him to his friends. He looked back and forth at them awkwardly, shrugged, grabbed DJ Flower, pulled his head to his, locked lips with him and exhaled in his mouth as DJ Fower’s eyes widened and he struggled to pull away. As DJ Smokey let go, DJ Flower blew out, wiped his tough off, and crossed himself as DJ Smokey said “you know you’re actually a pretty good kisser.” Everyone laughed and cheered except DJ Flower, who shoved him and said “shut up man, god!” As he wiped his tough off some more.
DJ Smokey laughed and said “I thought you didn’t hate gay people?”
DJ Flower said “oh is that you comin out?”
DJ Smokey said “well I dunno like I said you’re a pretty good kisser, you may have just awoken something in me.” As he put his arm around him and pulled him in, giving him a noogie.
DJ Flower pulled away saying “shut up man god!” As they all laughed. Atlas and Alfa Ape watched all of this. Alfa Ape turns to Atlas and signs “looks like they're havin fun.” Atlas nodded. Alfa Ape signed “I’m gonna go back to the plane, you comin?” Atlas shook his head saying “no, I’m not tired, you have a good night though.” Alfa Ape nodded as he headed out. Atlas stared at the Stoner Kidz, laughing, cheering, drinking and smoking. He said sadly “glad you guys are having fun!” he said quietly to himself.
    Much later, full moon in the gray lit night sky. Atlas still lays by the hot tub. Lights off in the Stoner Kidz suite. Suddenly he sees a silhouette walking out slowly to the hot tub. Atlas perks up until he sees DJ Smokey standing over him taking off a robe saying “oh hey, sorry did I wake you?” Atlas shook his head as DJ Smokey steps into the hot tub and says “AWE!” He reaches in his robe pocket, takes out a joint and a lighter, lights his joint and inhales deeply. Atlas stares at him asking "where are your friends?”
“Our friends buddy. And they’re asleep.” DJ Smokey says as he holds in the smoke.
Atlas says “and you?”
DJ Smokey exhales “I don’t sleep!” Atlas chuckles as DJ Smokey continues “I’m serious. No one believes me, and no one knows why, but I don’t sleep.”
Atlas says “you must be a medical anomalie." With a laugh.
DJ Smokey says “that’s what the doctors said after my sleep studies. I’ve had a great many done, up the whole time, the doctors mind boggled. But I just don’t sleep.”
Atlas shakes his head “that’s not possible.”
DJ Smokey took a hit, inhaled and said “yeah, they said that too, but possible or not, I don’t.”
Atlas asked “never?”
DJ Smokey shook his head as he inhaled saying "maybe when I was a baby or something, I dunno, but not as long as I can remember.” Atlas looked shocked, as he laid his head down. After a moment DJ Smokey turned to him and asked “hey, what’s it like?”
Atlas looked up, confused “what?”
“Sleep. I’ve heard dreams are kinda fun. Do you dream? What is it like to sleep?  To dream? To wake up?”
Atlas said "I dunno, it’s hard to explain. But yeah I dream, sometimes I dream of running in fields, Cromag found that annoying as I would constantly wake him up, kicking my legs against the wall.” They laughed.
DJ Smokey said “sounds fun. It’s like, here you don’t get to be free, but in there, you do, you can finally run free. They can’t take that from you.”
Atlas nods as he says “yeah, it is nice.” He then starts to sing softly “it’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep” DJ Smokey joins in as they sing together “because my dreams are bursting at the seams!”
    The next morning the Stoner Kidz yawned as they followed Atlas onto the plane. Except DJ Smokey, awake as ever running past the rest of his friends patting them on the back screaming “LET’S GO GET SOME FREEDOM! THEN WE CAN REALLY PARTY HUH?” His friends yawned and rubbed their eyes, as they waved at him saying “yeah, yeah, sounds good!” as they shuffled their way onto the plane. Most of them dozed off as it took off. Except DJ Smokey of course who flipped the TV saying “oh yeah, One Punch Man! Hell yeah! Atlas, wanna watch Saitama kick some ass?” Atlas rolled his eyes as he circled around on his bed and faced the TV saying “sure.”
DJ Smokey pressed play saying ‘hell yeah! You know he could really help with the independence fight. Anyone tried denying it he’d just punch ‘em!” As he made a punch motion and laughed. Atlas laughed and said “oh if only it were that easy.”
DJ Smokey shook his head saying “it doesn’t matter how easy it is, in the end, just like everybody else, they're still goin down in just one punch!” Atlas smiled as DJ Smokey continued “that’s my dad, I mean. The lawyer so good he’ll take down any opposing argument in just one punch, I’ve seen him do it! So don’t worry, the One Punch Man of law’s got this!”
Atlas smiled, saying “I hope you’re right!”
DJ Smoeky shoveled a handful of popcorn in his mouth as he said “you’ll see, then you won’t have to hope, cause you’ll know.” As he pointed at the screen and laughed, punching the air, chewed kernels falling out of his grinning mouth.
    The Stoner Kidz woke up as their ears started to pop, as the plane began descending. DJ Flower got up and looked out a round window. Pointing he said “who’s that?” The other Stoner Kidz ran to the windows, each looking out one. MC Bud Buddy said “I think that’s Smokey’s dad.”
“Yeah, and the one chick hotter than your mom.” MC Hippy added with a laugh.
MC Bud Buddy looked at him and shoved him, he shoved back and they both laughed before returning to squishing their faces against the window. MC Bud Buddy said “but yeah that’s definitely Justice and Debby Downer.”
DJ Smokey said “no way what? As he got up and ran to a window and pushed his face against it.
DJ Flower said “what’do you think they’re doin here?”
DJ Smokey replied, shaking his head “I dunno, but they’re together so it can’t be good.” Atlas became concerned as he got up and waited by the back. When the plane landed, the back opened and Atlas immediately ran out. As Debby and Justice stepped off a hovercraft Atlas said “what are you doing here Justice? Is everything ok?”
Justice hung his head, shaking it. As Debby spoke “I saw something and took it to Justice, he said we had to come here right away, here look.” As she held out a tablet and a video began playing. The video opened with grassy fields where cows roamed and soft, sad, sympathetic commercial music played in the background. An elderly farmer stood on an old wooden fence saying “this is how me and my family have always treated our cows. We raise them right so that we can feed you right. These accusations that we mistreat them” Right on cue the farmer teared up as he removed his hat and held it to his heart “it breaks my heart.” The screen switched to a black farmer shoveling hay saying “they compare them to slaves. Well I know somethin about slavery in this country. My dad and grand dad used to tell me stories passed down from real slaves. And when they were freed, they got this land, still in my family today. These animals aren’t slaves, but they sure helped ‘em. And I can't understand why anyone would wish to see that end!” As the farmer almost cried as he turned away from the camera and continued shoveling hay. After a moment the camera panned over slowly to the side of the barn, a big sign plastered
PETERSON PET FOOD! As a man in a suit stood by it, looking and pointing up. Before looking down, shaking his head saying “Hi, I’m Prez Leed, president of the International Animal Husbandry Union. We support many small farms like this one. And when we heard the slander that was goin around about our farmers, well I just had to come out here myself and offer my support. You see this Animal Independence Pact is nothing but an excuse to hurt small farmers by a corporate giant. Only difference is this time, it’s a corporate giant breed dog. A Great Dane, who no doubt eats food made from a farmer just like this one. He claims to want animal independence. But does he really?” Prez shook his head and continued “If this dog got what he wanted, not only would farms like this be outta business, but he himself would be outta food.” As he walked the scene transitioned into a white lab like office where Prez stood by a woman in a white lab coat and glasses, holding a beaker. He said “this is our leading veterinarian expert. She has helped numerous sick animals all over the world. She has saved them so that they could produce the very supply of food our titan of industry relies on. Doctor Orvul, please tell the viewers what you were telling me.” As he looked at her and motioned to the camera. She looked at the Camera and began “of course. So dogs are obligate carnivores”- DJ Smokey shook his head “that’s not true.” The group shushed him he said “but it’s not ture. She’s a vet, she must know that’s not true, she’s lying.” They shushed him again, and he relented, slumping his head back to the video where Doctor Orvul spoke “that means they can only digest meat. Which means they can’t survive without eating meat.” Prez asked “and the only way to get meat is to kill certain animals, correct?” Doctor Orvul nodded, as Prez continued “there you have it folks. This great dane claims to want Animal Independence, but how can we trust that? If he is ok with certain animals being killed for his survival?” Prez shook his head saying “no. What he really wants is control, power. This Animal Independence Pact would allow him to easily expand into the agriculture market, where he could easily maintain his own supply of dead animals, while dooming your pets.” He wiped his eyes and sniffled slightly as he said “I’m sorry, it just breaks my heart the lengths some people, or in this case, dogs will go for power.” The commercial ended as DJ Smokey said “gimme that” grabbed the tablet and scrolled below the video typing in all caps SHE’S A GOD DAMN LIER! DOGS ARE NOT OBLIGATE CARNIVERS! WOLVES MAYBE, BUT DOGS CAN DIGEST CERTAIN STARCHES AND GRAINS! IT IS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING THOUGH, THE LENGTHS SOME PEOPLE WILL GO FOR POWER IS DISGUSTING!
    Atlas did not say a word he just walked back into the plane. Justice hollered “Atlas, atlas, you know I’m still gonna help you right? We can fight this.”
Debby jumped in, "Yeah, that's why I came, I studied Veterinary Medicine and as DJ Smokey pointed out, she was lying, I know dogs are not obligate carnivores. I"—DJ Smokey blushed and smiled saying, "I am smurt!" MC Hippy nudged him, shaking his head. Atlas still silent until he ran into Charlie Chimp coming down from the cockpit. He smiled and signed, "Hey Atlas, everything ok?"
Atlas replied “how soon can we get back in the air?”
Charlie Chimp looked confused as he said “well soon, but we have  a few days to make it to New York, so”-
Atlas interrupted “we need to go soon. As soon as possible”-
Charlie Chimp interrupted, still confused “well ok, but like I said we have a day or so before we need to leave to New York, so”-
Atlas interrupted, “we need to stop in Newark first.” Charlie Chimp’s face became a concerned frown. Behind them DJ Smokey said “but he just said we have plenty a time to make it to New York.”
MC Hippy nudged him saying “shh, not New York, Newark, in New Jersey.”
DJ Smokey laughed saying “what? But the UN building is in New York.”
MC Hippy said “yes, but Newark is in New Jersey.”
“Wait, what? Newark isn’t New York? Isn’t that just how people in New York say New York?” The Stoner Kidz face palm and shake their heads. DJ Smokey says “what? Newark is a town in New Jersey? Not just how New York sounds with a New York accent?” But”- The Stoner Kidz shush him as Charlie Chimp continues “why would we need to go”-
Atlas interrupted “you know why.”
Charlie shook his head saying “you, but you promised.”
“I know and I’m sorry. But I’m out of options. I need to talk to Charlotte, she’s our only hope. Please understand I don’t have anyother”-
Charlie Chimp interrupted, frantically signing “no, no, you promised, you promised that you would leave my sister out of this! She worked so hard to get where she is and you could destroy that, you can’t”-
“I MUST” Atlas screamed. Charlie hung his head, shaking it as Atlas continued “I”m sorry, but I don’t have another option. I thought we could do this with out her, but I no longer believe we can, so”-
Charlie Chimp glared up, angrily screaming “NO! NO! I WILL NOT LET YOU INVOLVE HER!”
Atlas matched his tone saying “then I will find another pilot and you can find another job!”
Charlie Chimp's lip quivered, his face saddened and hurt, as he hung his head, nearly whimpering saying, "Fine then, I can have us in the air in fifteen minutes," as he hopped and cried back up to the cockpit.
    As they flew, the propellers spinning, the only noise. Atlas just lay there on his bed; everyone stayed quiet. DJ Smokey just rested his hand on Atlas's stomach not saying a word. In the cockpit Charlie Chimp cried and whimpered as Alfa Ape sat next to him, hand on his shoulder. He whispered, "You know he loves you. But this is bigger than any of us." Charlie Chimp tried to nod but just kept crying. Even when approaching the bay by Newark he signed into a camera as tears streamed down his face and the monotone voice recited his signs, "Reaching final destination, Newark, New Jersey. Prepare for descent." As everyone locked in, except Atlas and DJ Smokey, they just laid there, flowing as the plane swerved downward skiing on the water to a stop. As the back opened Alfa Ape and Charlie Chimp walked down, Charlie no longer crying, but stains of tears still visible on his face, sniffles still audible. They all piled on a hovercraft and rode off into the water, onto the docks, and to the road, until they came across an old, nearly abandoned industrial park, and a large warehouse. A faded sign reading
CHIMPANZEE TESTING FACILITY! Alfa Ape stopped the hovercraft and got off and rolled open the door. Inside was anything but abandoned. Chimps in white lab coats walking around lit up cylinders of cow, pig, and chicken-like bodies, almost appearing as if they were in stasis. Atlas approached one of the Chimps and asked, "Can I speak with Charlotte Chimp please. It's urgent." As a voice from a ways down the hall said, "Is that Atlas I hear?" As everyone looked as a Chimp in a white labcoat and glasses, probes in her head, connected to a box around her neck, hopped over. Everyone's mouths hung open, shocked as they looked back and forth, at Atlas and this Chimp, seeing identical boxes and probes. Finally DJ Smokey pointed and asked, "But I thought that was the only one?"
Charlotte Chimp laughed and smiled asking “and you are?”
DJ Smokey said “oh yeah, sorry, I’m DJ Smokey, this is DJ Flower, he’s very religious but only a little bit homophobic” DJ Flower nudged him as he continued “this is MC Hippy, he went to college, but he failed logistics, or statistics, or linguistics, I dunno one a those ics, which are apparently different, who knew? Anyway , this is MC Bud Buddy, his mom is super hot. I probably have a picture here somewhere”- As he dug around in his pocket his dad leaned in and said “son, I don’t think that's important right now.”
DJ Smokey replied “right, thanx dad. So yeah that's my dad, the greatest lawyer of all time, except maybe Cromag, or Matt Merdock, but who knows they never got the chance to law off. And then the lovely Debby Downer, who runs a pet shop, studied vet stuff, and is just as hot if not hotter than MC Bud Buddy’s mom.” Everyone rolled their eyes as Debby laughed and DJ Smokey continued “Again I should have a picture. But um, I thought that was the only voice box?”
Charlotte laughed saying “yeah, well Atlas gave me the design specs and it took a long time but some of my researchers were able to crack it. They continue to work on it, unfortunately, it’s really expensive, gonna be a while before we can mass produce them for other animals.”
Atlas said “well I am glad they figured it out for you.”
“Oh thank you Atlas. Now, um as good as it is to see you, it has been so long, I have to assume, you didn't come all this way for pleasure?”
Atlas said “while it is always a pleasure to see you, unfortunately I do have business”-
Charlie Chimp hopped forward interrupting “I’m so sorry Charolette, I made him promise he wouldn't involve you, but he broke his promise, I”-
Charlotte interrupted “whoa, whoa, calm down what promise? What’s going on?”
Atlas spoke before Charlie Chimp could “You remember Cromag?” Charlotte nodded as Atlas continued “well before he died, he apparently had written out another treaty, the AIP, or Animals Independence Pact. He planned to propose this to the UN like he did the CTT. But died befoe he could. I wasn't even aware of it until Justice here found it at the 420 year round clubhouse. Now he has a meeting set in only a few days time at the UN building in New York”-
DJ Smokey interrupted, pointing his finger in the air saying, "Which fun fact is different than Newark." Everyone looked at him.
MC Hippy nudged him saying “dood, she knows that, she lives in Newark.”
“Right, sorry” DJ Smokey says as he puts his finger down and bows his head.
Atlas looks back at Charlotte and continues "anyway. Your brother made me promise I wouldn't involve you. But the International Animal Husbandry Union forced my hand”-
Charlie Chimp glared at him saying, "Yeah, that's your excuse, you didn't want to but you had no choice, blah, blah, blah"—
Atlas interrupted “what would you have me do?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe keep your fucking promises!”
“I tried but this”-
“Yeha yeah this is bigger than all of us, blah blah”-
“IT IS!” Atlas screamed.
Charlotte then yelled louder, echoing across the warehouse, "ENOUGH!" They all looked at her as she stared down at Charlie and shook her head saying, "You made him promise to leave me out of it? Why?"
Charlie Chimp said "because you worked so hard and I couldn’t let him destroy everything you built.”
Charlotte said “you mean you couldn’t let me make my own choices. Because you already knew the choice I would make?
Charlie Chimp shook his head saying ‘no sister, I”-
Charlotte interrupted “you knew I would choose to risk it all for independence for us all, and you decided that wasn’t worth it for me.” She shook her head “I can’t believe you would do that.”
Charlie said “no, I was”-
Charlotte interrupted again “no, i don’t want to talk to you right now. Go away.” Charlie wanted to say something, but just slumped his head and shuffled off, outside the warehouse. Charlotte then turned to Atlas and said “ok what can I do?”
    The day finally came, the fourth of July. Only this fourth of July people from all around the United States put away the fireworks and picked up cameras and picket signs to travel to the UN building In New York City New York. Outside protesters on both sides screamed at each other as a news woman stood in the center talking into a microphone and camera saying "today is our Independence Day, but soon, it might be more than just our independence day. As what some are saying is a long time coming, a proposal known as the Animals Independence Pact, is being presented to the heads of state of over three hundred countries. Soon”- She was interrupted with louder screams as Atlas began walking through surrounded by Alfa Ape and Charlotte Chimp, as well as Justice, Debby Downer, and the Stoner Kidz. The news reporter ran to them saying “oh my god that’s the dog himself. Atlas, Atlas, is there anything you’d like to say”- Atlas just kept walking as Alfa Ape softly cleared the way for them. Finally quieting down when they got inside. But only for a minute. As after mere moments a gavel went down and a voice from a high up chair called “Mister Justice Esquire, you have a case to make?”
Justice stood up saying “yes. Thank you. I am sure you have all had the chance to read the proposed Animals Independence Pact. And I know it may seem radical. But so did the founding fathers of this country and many others. Independence always sounds radical at first. But I think if we get past the radical sounding nature of the proposal we realize, the actual essence of it is no more radical than requesting the rights of a demographic be recognized”-
“The rights of a demographic that itself does not recognize rights” Prez interrupted from across the way. “This proposal is radical, and don’t let this appeal to history fool you. This proposal actively strips away the rights of demographics, while granting rights to a hypocritical bunch. As I have shown in my commercial, That dog must eat meat to survive. Are we supposed to believe he is advocating for his own death? No, thus, he must intend to still kill animals as he has been this whole time. As dogs are obligate carnivores. Isn’t that right Doctor Orvul?” Before Doctor Orvul can speak Debby screams “no that is not right. Any vet would know that dogs are capable of digesting many starches and grains.”
Doctor Orvul clears her throat and says “while yes, that is technically true”-
Justice interrupts “so you admit you lied in that commercial?”
“No, I was merely stating that”-
“You just admitted that dogs can digest starches and grains meaning they are not obligate carnivores. Meaning you said something you knew wasn't true.”
Doctor Orvul nervously clears her throat “yes, but my intent was not to deceive, it”-
Justice interrupted again “was your intent not to make people believe that dogs are obligate carnivores?”
Doctor Orvul shook her head “no, my intent was to say that dogs are going to have a difficult time surviving without meat, if it would even be possible at all.”
Charlotte Chimp jumped in saying “but the production of meat no longer requires the slaughtering of animals.” Everyone looks at her like she is insane as Alfa Ape wheels in a crate full of steaks and burgers. Charlotte motions at it and says “you are all free to try these, they are fully cooked, no kill meat, grown in my laboratory. Many of the protesters outside are eating them as we speak, enjoying them very much, even the ones on the side of the IAHU.”
Prez laughs and says, "It is irrelevant. Look, the fact is that while what these two animals have managed to do is very impressive, the vast, vast, vast majority of animals are not nearly as capable. And to grant rights to an entire demographic that we know does not even understand the concept of rights, is well, frankly absurd." Suddenly commotion from outside begins to leak in as the lady in the high chair yells, "What is going on out there?" Someone runs in and turns on a TV in the room; on the screen outside people gasp and scream as they back up to make way for a row of crocodiles walking through the crowd followed by a Kangaroo in boxing gloves and a man in a suit yelling, "KING KANGAROO MY CLIENT IS AS INDEPENDENT AS ANY ATHLETE! AND ANYONE WHO WANTS TO CHALLENGE THAT HE'LL SEE YOU IN THE RING!" As King Kangaroo punches his gloves together, as a parrot lands on his shoulder saying, "And all language is mere mimicry. WE'RE ALL A BUNCH A PARROTS!" As monkeys began hooting and swinging in on lampposts. As the bystanders stare at the large double doors into the room, men in suits stand in the way, until the crocodiles hiss at them and they dive out of it. Soon the UN main hall is filled with animals of all kinds, standing and staring, glaring and waiting as chants from outside can be heard, "WE'RE ALL PARROTS! WE'RE ALL PARROTS! WE'RE ALL PARROTS!" Atlas smiles, as the Stoner Kidz high five. Prez sits down and the lady in the high chair says, "Ok, we need to discuss. We will have a decision for you shortly," as she hits a gavel and all the delegates get up!
  What do you think they would decide? What do you think they should decide? On this fourth of July, while you launch fireworks and take your own independence for granted, consider that!

THE END!!!
    

Friday, May 1, 2026

A May Day Story; Secret Socialist Society

 Amidst picket signs and yelling workers in light blue pinstriped coveralls and hard hats. A man pushes through the crowd nonchalantly. As he gets outside the picket line, he turns back and watches the angry yelling faces of working-class men, women, and even a few Non-Binary folks. And smiles deviously as he pulls up his hood and walks towards the bus stop. As he boards the bus, placing a few tokens in a slot, walks down the aisle and takes an empty seat. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out an envelope that says BURN AFTER READING! He opens it, unfolds the letter and reads;

 Congratulations on another successful mission Operative Ortega. Your next mission, should you choose to accept it, is to infiltrate a big box store resistant to unionization. Many organizers have been fired in the past. But not as many as workers who have died due to unsafe environments and corner cutting. If you can get to New York City, New York, United States of America, Broadway Big Box. An interview is already lined up. Get the job, befriend the workers, organize the workers. Then you will have another successful mission. If the mission kit in PO Box 404 at the Third Street Post Office is claimed in forty-eight hours. We will know you have accepted. If it is not, we will assume you have declined. Either way, thank you for your service, and we’ll be in touch. P.S. Reminder; BAR!

Operative Ortega, looks at his watch, smiles, and sits back, as he pulls his hood over his eyes, thinking it’s gonna be a long ride.

A man sits in a seat by a mirror surrounded by lights. As a pretty girl brushes his face with light makeup. A woman approaches saying "Mister Temple, I have your mail.”

“Thanx Julie, just put it right down here.” Mister Temple says as he points to the table in front of him. Julie drops the mail and leaves. Mister Temple notices a small square manilla envelope that reads BURN AFTER READING! He says to the make-up girl “that’s enough sweetie, thank you.” She puts the brush away and leaves. As Mister Temple picks up the envelope, opens it, unfolds the paper inside and reads;

Operative Tex, you have been very successful at your long term post. We appreciate your principled commitment to our cause. Your next mission, should you choose to accept it, is to raise awareness to the coming military action against striking workers in Chile. Your broadcast is coming up soon. After introducing yourself, read the following;

“A Chilean Mine workers strike for better hazard pay under very hazardous conditions, may find itself coming to a tragic end today, if rumors of impending Military action against the workers are to be believed. Sources from inside the Chilean Government confirm it themselves as can be viewed on interjournalistsources.blog.net . Wow, we’ve certainly come a long way since Salvador Allende and Stafford Beer’s Project Cybersyn huh? Guess the days of Pinochet’s CIA backed coup aren’t actually as far behind us as we thought.”

If you are concerned, do not be. Cover will be provided. If the words “A Chilean” are spoken we will know you have accepted. If not we will assume decline. Either way, thank you for your service, and we’ll be in touch.

P.S. REMINDER; BAR!

Tex took out his golden cigarette case and stepped outside. He looked around, lit a match, lit the letter, lit his cigarette with the letter, and watched it burn to ash as he inhaled his menthol thinking, hell yeah, time to shout out Cybersyn on mainstream news.

As Mister Temple smoked a camera tech worked on moving cameras and boom mics into place. As he heard “let’s get ready we’re on in ten” announced, he walked to his cubby to get some water. Sipping from his bottle he saw a small square manilla envelope marked BURN AFTER READING! He picked it up, looked around cautiously, opened it, folded out the paper inside and read;

Operative Omega. Your long term posting seems to be working out quite well, we are pleased and hope you are as well. Your next mission, should you choose to accept it, is to insert the flash drive attached to this letter into the main teleprompter computer. Once inserted listen to the Broadcast, if you hear the word “A Chilean” spoken, press enter, then immediately remove the flash drive, excuse yourself to the bathroom and flush it. As you may have surmised this assignment is in direct connection to another. It is therefore very important. However as always the choice is yours. If a teleprompter mishap is reported we will know you have accepted. And if a Newscaster gets in trouble, we will know you have declined. Either way, thank you for your service, and we’ll be in touch.

P.S. Reminder BAR!

The technician looked around cautiously again as he headed to the bathroom stall, stood on the toilet and lifted open the small window in the corner. He removed a small flash drive from the bottom of the letter. Held the envelope outside the window and lit it with a lighter, as he dropped it into the dumpster below. He then closed the window, stepped off the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as he slipped the flash drive in his pocket. Right as he did a woman in a black pantsuit and headset ran up to him saying “Bobby, where have you been? We’re on in five. Have you seen Mister Temple?” Bobby shook his head as the women looked around calling “has anyone seen Mister Temple?”

“Here I am, I’m here, ready to go on, sorry just havin a smoke, good thing the viewers can’t smell me huh?” Mister Temple said with a laugh as he ran in waving his hand.

Operative Ortega wakes up on the bus right as it stops on third street in New York New York. He walks off the bus, ignites the letter, drops it on the ground and continues to the post office down the block. In a vacant hall in the post office he walks down it scanning the boxes until he reaches one reading 404. He removes his key that he got from the letter and opens the box. Inside is a wallet with one hundred and fifty dollars cash, a one hundred and fifty dollar prepaid Visa card, and a driver's license that looks completely real, marked John Smith. There is also an envelope, inside the envelope is a key chain with keys to a Moped, and an apartment, a resume, a TracFone, as well as a passport also looking completely real with the same name, John Smith. He smiles saying “well I guess I’m John Smith now. Most common first name and last name in the US, clever.” As he walked outside reciting to himself “hello I’m John Smith. Hello, I’m John Smith” quietly over and over again until he sights the shiny red Wolf Rugby fifty cc, smiles and says “fun” as he gets on, turns the key and takes off to Broadway Big Box.

Inside a small office within the large warehouse store. Operative Ortega sits in the chair as he hears the door behind him open he looks back seeing a man in a yellow button up shirt tucked into tan khakis looking down at a clip board as he walks around Operative Ortega to his desk, puts his clipboard on it and lifts his head as he sits down reaching out his hand saying “hello, you must be John Smith. I’m the Manager here, Ray Polo. How’s your day goin?”

John Smith smiles, grabs his hand and says “good to meet you Mister Polo. And I’m doin alright, how’s your day?”

“It’s goin good thanks for asking. Now tell me a bit about yourself Mister Smith. Why do you wanna work with Broadway Big Box?” John thinks to himself, well I’ve always been very passionate about being able to afford rent. And being able to eat at least once a week, most dietitians recommend you eat at least once a week.” He laughs slightly at his internal joke before speaking “well I have always loved warehouse stores as a business model. And a chance to work, learn, and possibly even one day manage one of the best business models, has always intrigued me.”

“Ah so your comin for my job huh?” Ray says with a laugh.

John laughs saying “well I’m sure you’ll be CEO by the time I reach manager.” Ray nods with a smile as he looks over John’s resume saying “so it seems you have a lot of experience in retail. I wonder, why did none of those jobs work out for you?”

John says “well they didn’t offer great promotion opportunities, and many a them were unionized, bluh, I don’t need no union takin my paycheck, just to talk to management for me, like I can’t do it myself.”

“Yeah were doin just fine on our own I think” Ray said.

John smiled and nodded saying “yeah, and besides they weren’t even warehouse stores, and they’d never listen to my suggestions. So it just got, ah, you know?”

Ray nodded saying “yeah, believe me I get it. I was stuck at many dead end jobs before I found Broadway Big Box. We have great internal promotion opportunities, we value the input of our staff, and no one is gonna take anything from your check. Which is higher than average, we pride ourselves on paying our workers the fullest value of their labor.” John smiled as he thought, if that were true, we’d own the business as he spoke “yeah that’s what I’ve heard and I was like that’s the dream.” They both shared a laugh.

As the laughter died down Ray said “well, I gotta say John you seem like just who we’ve been lookin for, so, when can you start?”

“Anytime. I can start right now if you need anything?” John replies.

Ray says “eager I like it. You’re definitely a Broadway Big Box man. So how about today we just kinda show you around, introduce you to some a the other staff, get familiar with your duties and stuff, then tomorrow, bright and early you can be already to start. How’s that sound?” John smiles as he says “that sounds wonderful. Thank you Mister Polo” as he rises along with Ray as they shake hands, Ray says “oh please, call me Ray, we’re very casual here, more like a family.” John tries to resist rolling his eyes as he thinks of course, then says with a smile “of course, thank you Ray.”

“No, no, thank you John” Ray responds, matching John’s smile.

Ray shows John into a room in the back. As he opens the door to a plain room, a counter by vending machines on the far wall. A woman sits eating a sandwich on a table in the middle as blue fluorescents flicker overhead. Ray says, “and this is the break room, where you’ll take lunch and coffee." John nods as he looks around. He peers up to a small old, box TV in the corner. He watches the broadcast for a second. “Hello, I’m Tim Temple. Today A Chilean Mine workers strike for better hazard pay under very hazardous conditions, may find itself coming to a tragic end today, if rumors of impending Military action against the workers are to be believed. Sources from inside the Chilean Government confirm it themselves as can be viewed on interjournalistsources.blog.net . Wow, we’ve certainly come a long way since Salvador Allende and Stafford Beer’s Project Cybersyn huh? Guess the days of Pinochet’s CIA backed coup aren’t actually as far behind us as we thought.” After that the TV goes to static before jumping to a commercial. John smiles as he thinks, Cybersyn, hell yeah, way to go, Tim Temple, not just a capitalist shill after all. Suddenly a woman with long dreads walks into the break room, sweating and holding her large round abdomen. As she squats down into a seat, and breaths heavily. Ray looks at her saying “Reshandala, what are you doing?” As he looks at his watch and continues “it’s not your break time yet.”

Reshandala takes a deep breath as she wipes sweat from her forehead saying “I know, I know, I just, I had to sit down, he’s really kicken today.”

Ray responds “you know you can’t just take a break whenever you want.”

“I don’t want to, I need to.” Reshandala replies.

“Regardless, c’mon, c’mon, get up, back to work.” Ray says as he ushers her up like cattle.

She responds “ok, ok, please just like five minutes, I just need”-

Ray interrupts saying “I’d hate to have to write you up again Reshandala. Is that what you want? To get written up again? This time you might lose your job.”

“No, no, please, I need this job.” Reshandala pleads.

“Well then I suggest you get back to work.” Ray says firmly.

Reshandala says “ok, ok,” still breathing heavily as she pushes herself up, before slipping back down to the chair. Ray watches, irritated as he clicks disappointedly. John decides not to take this anymore as he steps in saying “hey, why don’t you just tell me what needs to get done, and I’ll cover it, while you rest?”

Reshandala takes his arm saying “really? Oh bless your heart young man. Ok so I’m workin in the”-

Ray interjects “Reshandala is that really what you want? You want to push your work onto someone else?”

“It really is no problem” John insists.

Ray holds up his hand saying “that’s really nice of you John, but we take individual responsibility here very seriously.”

John, becoming enraged, actually imagines punching Ray, even clenches his fist. Before taking a deep breath, softening his grip, and smiling “as you should, but she only needs five minutes, and this way I can get an understanding of the different tasks here. Then she can come join me and grade my performance when she’s ready.”

Ray thinks for a moment as he says “ok, five minutes. Reshandala tell him what you were doing, then join him in five minutes exactly, or I’ll have to write you up again. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir!” Reshsandala says. As Ray leaves, Reshandala rolls her eyes mumbling “Stallin.” John  chuckles saying “you really don’t like this job do you?”

Reshandala replies “oh no, I love it, or I would if it weren’t for our soviet style micro management.”

John smiles saying “I know what you mean, but an actual soviet style wouldn’t be so bad. You know soviet translates to worker council, something alotta people don’t know, including this place and ironically, the Soviet Union.”

Reshandala laughs saying “really? Huh, worker council, that don’t sound so bad do it Becks?” As she looks to the woman who was eating a sandwich now throwing her bag in the trash, saying “maybe with one a those I could answer your question. But” As she looks at her watch, continuing “shit, thirty one minutes, I’m already late!” As she ran out.

John loaded heavy bags onto pallets. Wiping his forehead after barely each one, while saying “oh my god I can’t even imagine doing this pregnant. You are stronger than me Reshandala, respect.” Reshandala laughed as she sat saying “oh you’re a charmer. But nah, I’m just doin what I gotta for this lil guy” as she patted her stomach and continued “my Doctor says I should try to avoid heavy lifting, but that’s easy for his ass to say. He don’t need to save up for a kid. Might double my expenses, but that’s ok at least my salary will remain the same.” She laughed. John laughed, then grunted as he lifted another box, asking “what’s his name?” “Tyron” Reshandala answered.

“Good name,” John replied. “His fathers?”

Reshandala laughed saying “shit I have no idea where his baby daddy is. No, it’s my father’s name.”

“Wow single mother, you really are a strong lady.”

Reshandala laughs “oh you’re such a flirt. Nah though, I’m just doin what I need to, between food and babysitters, this lil guy is gonna double my expenses, possibly triple.”

“You need a raise.” John says with a laugh.

Reshandala laughs saying “yeah, well you wanna negotiate that for me?”

John just smiled, whispering “perhaps” as he hoisted another box. Then he leaned on the stacked boxes, wiping his forehead “so how long you gonna be out for?”

Reshandala looked confused, wondering “out?”

John says “yeah, for maternity leave.”

“Shhhit! I wish, nah I’ll be right back here the day after, assuming they even give me that.” Reshandala says with a laugh.

John is shocked as he says “what? You’re not even gonna take a few weeks?”

Reshandala laughs “a few weeks? I can’t afford that. Unless you negotiate me that raise.” She says jokingly.

John thinks I might have to. As he notices a clipboard and pulls Reshandala up, handing her an empty shoe box, as they both wave and smile at Ray walking by. Reshandala puts the empty box on top of the stack as the corner of Ray’s serious face curves to a slight side smile as he waves, then looks back down, marking his clipboard as he continues on. Reshandala exhales sharply as she sits back down laughing with John.

    In her office a professor sits at her desk grading papers. She leans back in her chair and takes a deep breath. Tired from all the grading she decides to take a break. She gets up and walks out of her office, down the hall. Past a sign reading Cybernetics Department. She takes a sip from the water fountain, then turns over to a row of metal boxes on the wall. She opens the one marked Professor Sophie Gadson. She moves envelope after envelope, peering at the stamps until her eyes go wide and she peers around after seeing one marked BURN AFTER READING! She runs back to her office, closes the door, locks it and opens the envelope and unfolds a letter to read; Operative Lixa, your long-term posting seems to be going very well. Many of your recruitment recommendations have been successful and integral parts of our society. Your next mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get in touch with Crisobal Critez of the Main Miners Mutual in Chile. Cristobal has expressed interest in forming a local autonomous zone in his local community. As well as interest in the Project Cybersyn of the past. We would like you to be the Stafford Beer to his Salvador Allende. An encrypted toughpad has been placed in PO box 404 at the post office nearest your posting. If you claim it within the next hour we will know you have accepted, if not, we will know you have declined. Whatever you decide, thank you for your service and we’ll be in touch.

P.S. Reminder, BAR!

She crumples the letter and envelope up as she walks outside, igniting it and dropping it as she walks to the nearest post office.

“Jim, c'mon you know me. I was just as surprised as anyone when I saw that teleprompter, but I just read it, that’s my job.” Tim Temple explained to his boss.

Jim replied, “I do Tim, but you knew the general order of the stories, how did you not think”-

Tim interrupted “I did, I just figured it was something breaking or something. You”-

“But you didn’t even seem to hesitate, no shrug or anything.” Jim interrupted.

“That’s my job, I couldn’t show any hesitation, we were live.” Tim explained. Jim sat back in his chair, finger tips to finger tips. Before nodding and smiling, then leaning in, pressing a button on his phone saying “June, send Bobby in here will ya.”

“Right away sir” June responded as Bobby walked through the door.

Jim said “Bobby” with a smile, “so any idea what happened?”

Bobby shook his head saying “no, I mean we been lookin at it, the equipment is fine, we suspect it was some sort of external hack.”

“Or a virus?” Jim wondered.

“We thought a that, but there doesn’t seem to be any trace. Although it is theoretically possible, a virus was responsible and then deleted itself, usually there would be some trace.” Bobby said.

“Wouldn’t we expect a trace from a hacker as well?”

“Yes, but a hacker covering his tracks this well is more likely than a virus programmed to cleanly delete itself. But we are bringing in some outside computer security contractors, so they might be able to find something more definitive.” Bobby explained.

Jim nodded, tapping his fingertips together as he said “ok well keep me posted on that. But I guess for now, how likely is something like this to happen again?”

Bobby answered “as far as we can tell right now, not very. It seems the hacker or virus had one mission and accomplished it.”

Before Jim could respond his intercom went off with June saying “sir, legal is here.”

“Great” Jim responded as he pressed the button saying “send them in.” As two men in black suits walked in. Jim stood up saying “Wendell, Dave, how are ya?” As they shook hands. Jim continues “so did you check the sources? Was it true? Or do we have a liability?”

Wendell responded “well it appears the story was legitimate.”

Dave interjected “yeah, we ran interjournalistsources.blog.net and numerous journalists have listed sources from inside the Chilean government.”

Wendell nodded adding “yeah we also checked a few other independent journalist outlets who have all reported the same thing.”

“Well that’s good, at least we were right.” Jim said with a smile.”

Wendell and Dave nodded as Dave spoke “yes, given that we suggest not going too far with this. Like just kinda letting it lie.”

Wendell added “yeah, any long investigation into this would likely just draw attention and have everyone speculating about how our equipment is susceptible to hacks which makes us appear unreliable.”

“Where as just letting this sleeping dog lie so to speak, just makes us appear to be the first to break a story. Viewership already seems to be up, along with searches for our outlet, along side searches for project Cybersyn, I myself had to look that up.”

Jim nodded and laughed as he said “yeah me too.” As he pondered, then pointed at Bobby and said “alright cancel those contractors, we’re just gonna let this sleeping dog lie, unless it wakes up.” They all laughed.

    Sitting on logs surrounding a fire outside of tents and cabins, by an underground tunnel entrance supported by beams men spoke. “Yes, Cristobal that does sound nice but it’s a pipe dream. I mean the mine isn’t ours.” Cristobal laughed “not ours? What are you talking about? It’s right there isn’t it?” As he points back and continues “and this is our community isn’t it?”

The man nodded saying “yes, but, it’s just, I mean we couldn’t run it ourselves. We”- Cristobal interrupted “couldn’t run it ourselves? What are you talking about Benjamin? We already do. When was the last time you saw one a those suits up here? Any of you?” As he looked around. Benjamin spoke “but, they’ll never let us take it.”

Cristobal exhaled sharply as he spun a stick in the fire saying “now that is the first right thing you’ve said all night. But all that really means, is we can’t give them a choice. I mean, like I been saying, it’s already ours in all but name, so how they gonna stop us?”

“HOW THEY GONNA STOP US? THEY’LL KILL US!” Benjamin screamed as he stood up. He then quieted, sat back down and continued “I mean they almost killed us just for askin for more money.”

“Yeah, and I mean even if by some miracle we managed to successfully hold off the military. Like how we gonna live? We’ll be completely cut off.” Another man jumped in. He shook his head and continued “I mean in theory I agree with you Cristobal, and I really wish there was a way but”- Cristobal interrupted “there is a way. A lake full of fish just down that trail, farm land all up and down those mountains. We have merchants and craftsmen, farmers and fisherman, we have everything we need. Look I understand your fears Diego, Benjamin. Really I do, but if we don’t face them at some point, the fears won’t be what kills us. Look I been in some talks with a professor lady. Just gimme sometime to show y’all how it could really look. And if you hate it, then fine, no harm, no foul. Just gimme a chance, don’t write me off yet, can you do that?” Benjamin, Diego, and the others look at each other, then down at the ground as they nod. Cristobal smiles, claps and says “great, now”- As a woman approaches, carrying a thick toughpad by a long strap saying “Cristobal, your tablet keeps beeping, says Lixa Calling.” Cristobal leaps up and says “ah, excelenta. Now if you'll all excuse me.” As he takes the toughpad and swipes saying “hello, Lixa, how’s my favorite American?”

John walks through the door into the plain flickering lit break room. Becks sits on a table in the center, eating her sandwich. John smiles and says “Hi Becks” as he walks to the vending machine. Becks smiles as she chews and swallows the bite “Hi John, how you likin it here so far?” John puts a few dollars in the vending machine presses a few buttons as mechanical movements sounds begin. He says, “ah, bout as much as anybody I suppose. I’ve certainly had worse jobs, but I can also imagine better, ya know?” Becks nods as she swallows again and laughs saying “yeah, I mean who can’t imagine better? But imagination isn’t reality.” John laughs as he walks over to sit across from her and says “yeah, well I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer.” Backs replies “but you’re not the only one” as she laughs.

John laughs saying “John Lennon, I like you.”

Becks smiles and says “yeah, it’s just such a great song.”

John sings “imagine all the people, sharing all the world, yoo hoo whoa!”

Becks laughs "beautiful vision. I wish I could still imagine that.”

“Oh? Why can’t you?” John asks.

Becks shrugs saying “I dunno, it just, it’s just not reality. I guess I’ve seen too much. Ya know?”

John nods saying “jaded by the real world. I get it.” He then leans in close and continues “but ya know, the world has always changed. And no matter what stands in the way, progress never seems to die. And I think it’s those dreams, that imagination that keeps it alive.”

Becks smiles saying “that’s a beautiful thought. But imagination and dreams can’t do it on their own. At some point, somebody’s gotta actually do something.”

“Right you are. So, what can you do?” Becks tilts her head in confusion as John continues “close your eyes, imagine what you want, then think about how you can get that, then open your eyes, and go get it!” With a smile and a wink. Becks eyes actually closed as she day dreams about an ideal world. John takes out his phone and begins playing “you may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one, I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one!” Becks smiles as her eyes move rapidly. Soon she opens them to John smiling asking “so? What’d you come up with?”

Becks shrugs, smiles and says “I dunno, maybe one a those worker councils you were talkin about.”

John laughs saying “is that all?” As he laughs, flips his hand and continues “shit, that’s easy!” Becks laughs saying “seriously? How?”

John leans in closer, motioning her to do the same, she does, and he whispers “we’ll talk” with a wink. John then leans back laughing, as Becks is still leaning in, smiling and wondering, as she slowly leans back and takes another bite of her sandwich. John says “hey” Becks looks up, John tosses her a bottle of apple juice with a smile. Becks smiles, swallows and is about to speak as Ray walks in saying “Becks?” As he looks at his watch and continues “What are you still doing in here? Your lunch ended five minutes ago.”

Becks looks at her watch nervously saying “no, I, oh my god, I’m so sorry.” As she struggles up trying to quickly put her sandwich back in her bag. Ray shakes his head and clicks as he writes on his clipboard saying “I’m sorry Becks but I can’t let this go again.”

Becks wonders again? “No, I’m never late, I musta just”-

Ray interrupts, still writing “you were late a few weeks ago. John’s first day.”

Becks shakes her head saying “no, I mean that was only a minute, I”-

Ray interrupts again “that’s why I let it go, but now it’s five, we can’t have this become a pattern. First a minute, then five. What’s it next time? Ten? Twenty? Pretty soon you're not showin up at all.”

Becks pleads “no, I’m a good worker, I pride myself on my punctuality, you know that, please?”

Ray shakes his head as he finally finishes writing looks up and says “we’ll see what corporate says.”

Becks pleads again “no please I”-

John finally stands up and interjects “it was my fault. I started talkin to her, write me up.”

Ray shakes his head saying “no John, while your desire to help your co-workers is admirable. Like I told you, we take personal responsibility here very seriously, Becks knows that, don’t you Becks?”

Becks hangs her head, almost in tears as she nods and Ray hands her a slip and walks out. Becks begins to follow as John puts his hand on her shoulder saying “I’m so sorry Becks. I shouldn’t a”-

Becks shakes her head saying “no, John, it’s not your fault. I’m glad you talked to me, it was a great conversation. I just need to do better, personal responsibility, bootstraps, all that.” As she shuffles off. John stands there, enraged, as he clenches his fist, thinking, sure, infinite regress your way outta capitalism. Fuck, they’ve got her good, they’ve got them all believing in infinite regresses!

Over the next few weeks, John felt bad as he saw Becks in the breakroom just shove her sandwich in her mouth, swallow it in a dangerously large bite, cough, then get up and clock back in. Her lunch breaks being maybe five minutes. Still worried she’ll be late. She wasn’t. At least I won’t be late again she thought, so that’s good, it wasn’t. One day as John was loading boxes onto shelves and cutting the plastic open. He saw Ray pointing and talking firmly to Becks, her head hanging, her eyes nearly leaking. This confused John, he thought, but she couldn’t a been late, she’s eating nothing but a sandwich in one bite, two tops. What could possibly be the problem? After Ray left, Becks nodded sadly, as she walked away. John ran to her saying “hey Becks, what’s goin on? What was that about? Are you ok?”

Becks shook her head, crying as she said “I, I just can’t win. He’s upset about my breaks again.”

John looked confused as he says “what? How? You couldn’t a possibly been late, you’ve been in and out in five minutes.”

Becks nods saying “I know, that’s the problem, apparently I’m trying to get the store in trouble.”

John widens his eyes saying “what? How?”

“Apparently five minutes is too short. Labor regulations say we need at least thirty minutes for lunch, so he thinks I’m gonna get them in trouble for not taking a long enough break. It’s like if I take my full break, I risk getting written up. But if I speed through my breaks to make sure I’m not late, I look like a traitor trying to make them look like they mistreat their workers. I, I just can’t win!” As she once again shuffled away in tears. John once again clenched his fist, thinking “they are mistreating their workers, and no, unfortunately you can’t win, not yet anyway! But I promise, I’ll get you, a fucking win, if it’s the last thing I do!" As he ran off. Devious smile on his lips, and a plan in his eyes.

Sophie sits on a park bench, laughing in front of her toughpad. Cristobal, on the screen says “so yeah, I have done a lot of research on Cybersyn. And I really think that with modern technology, like the internet, and possibly even AI, I really think it can work this time. I think it could help my community and once it does the surrounding communities will see and I can get them on board. But I could really use your help.”

Sophie says “of course. I’m excited to get started. I have a flight out there tonight, so”-

Cristobal interrupts, “that’s great! What time? What airport? I will have someone there to pick you up.”

Sophie laughed saying “it’s the one nearest your mine, can’t remember the name.”

“Probably something difficult for you to pronounce huh?” Cristobal said with a laugh. Sophie laughed saying “yeah, sorry.”

Cristobal shakes his head saying “no, no don’t be sorry, I can barely pronounce you English cities.” As he laughs.

Sophie laughs saying “yeah, I guess it’s just like that, the language you learn can often make it difficult to understand the others. Your English is definitely better than my Spanish though.”

Cristobal says “well you not here yet, don’t worry, I teach you and you get it in no time huh? You a smart enough lady. So when can we get to studyin huh?”

Sophie laughs saying “thanx, and yeah I get in about midnight, tomorrow, but after customs and stuff”- Cristobal suddenly looks behind him as somebody says something to him Sophie can’t hear. He turns back and says, “I’m so sorry Lixa, I have to go, I will have someone at the airport to get you midnight, tomorrow and we will meet in person soon, I can hardly wait.”

“Me too, but is everything ok?” Sophie asks with concern.

“Si, just something with the military, they seem to be watching us. It’s k, don’t worry, see you soon!” Cristobal replied as the screen went dark. Sophie waved slightly in the bright sun, looking with worry in her eyes at the black screen of the heavy, thick, toughpad.

John sits in his studio apartment, printing small ballot like sheets of paper from a LibreOffice document. He places these in baskets, along with flowers and a letter that reads;

I have gotten to know and love you all. Because of that I wish you all autonomy. This might be a way you can achieve that, a true soviet. If you do not see this as a viable system, I expect you to just let it pass and do nothing. But if you’ve seen what I’ve seen, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask that you stand with one another, in solidarity against those who would seek to deny your sovereignty. And together I know you can give them a first of May that shall never, ever, be forgot! Give it some thought, I know you will choose what is best for you. And, remember, secrecy is key, as if corporate does not challenge your vote, then it goes through automatically (thanx Biden!) Anyway I have valued getting to know all of you and will forever cherish our memories together, and will never stop fighting for your rights!

With love and friendship,

John Smith.

John put the letters in envelopes, lick sealed them, stamped Happy International Workers Day on each one, and slid them into the wicker baskets handles.

The next day at work John sees Reshandala waving at him. He punches the clock, waves back with a smile and walks towards her saying “hey Reshandala, how’s Tyron?”

“Oh he’s really active today, here feel” as she guides his hand to her stomach. His eyes widen as he responds “oh yeah, ouch!” With a laugh.

Reshandala laughs saying “oh yeah, he wants out!” As she and John laugh more.

John then asks as he looks around, “hey where’s Becks?”

“It’s her day off,” Reshandala says.

John smiles and mutters “good for her!” As he walks off with a smile and starts loading boxes.

As Reshandala continues hoisting heavy boxes onto pallets, she stops for a second to catch her breath. She exhales sharply and wipes sweat from her forehead with her hand. She then looks down as her face tightens, she mutters, “uh-oh!” As she notices moisture wicking the crotch area of her blue stretch pants, feeling wetness between her legs. John, holding a box, looks at her and asks “what’s wrong?”

She looks up at him and mutters “I, I think my water just broke!”

John drops the box and runs over to her saying “c’mon let’s get you to the hospital.”

Reshandala says “no, no, it’s not”- She is cut off with a contraction as she leans over moaning in pain.

John says “ok, no, we really gotta get you”-

“No, I’m not due yet- OUCH!” Reshandala screams as she nearly falls to the ground.

“Nope, we’re goin, c’mon” John replies as he grabs her shoulders and begins guiding her to the door. Reshandala tries to protest again, but another contraction convinces her, and she slowly follows John's lead, leaning over as she walks. Near the door Ray sees them and runs over saying “hey, hey what’s goin on?”

John replies “I need to get her to the hospital.”

Ray looks at his clipboard then back up, looking confused and concerned as he says “but, but you're not due yet.”

Reshandala laughs saying “tell that to Tyron, I been tryin, but maybe he’ll listen to you.” Ray looks down in embarrassment as John says “look man, biology doesn’t always follow our schedules. I know, like damn it biology, we talked about this! But it didn’t listen and we don’t have time, she’s like goin into labor, we need to get her to the hospital, unless you want her givin birth right here.”

Ray shakes his head as he says “no, I, it’s just I don’t have anyone to cover you.”

Reshandala says “well gimme a minute and I might have a little worker for ya” with a laugh. Ray exhales sharply as John yells “DAWG! YOU CAN’T SERIOUSLY BE”-

“I’M NOT A MONSTER! IT’S JUST, I, I HAVE BOSSES TOO! AND THEY’RE HARDER ON ME THAN I AM ON ANY A YOU!” He quiets down and continues “that’s why I am so hard on you, my bosses”-

John interrupts Ray, “but I don’t think those bosses want her given birth in this store. Or am I wrong?”

Ray, smiles and lets out a slight exhale laugh saying “no, no, nobody wants that, you go, get her to the hospital, I’ll cover you here, sorry!” John doesn’t say anything, he just turns around and begins ushering a screaming, sweating and leaned over Reshandala out. Right in the doorway Ray calls “oh and Reshandala.” She looks back as John holds her still in the doorway. “Congratulations!” Ray says with a smile. Reshandala smiles through her pain along with John, as they shuffle out the door.

Professor Sophie Gadson rode in the back of a green truck. Surrounded by men holding rifles. She wondered why, but only for a second, as the history of these sorts of movements came back to her. She saw the necessity. However, she still couldn’t help but worry. As the truck slowed down as it rolled down a dirt trail into a camp with tents, cabins, logs around a firepit in the center. And more men with guns surrounding it. A man in green coveralls and a green beret. She recognized him immediately as she smiled and waved, he smiled and waved back calling “Lixa, in the flesh!” As she hopped off the truck and hugged him saying “yeah, it’s good to finally meet you in person.”

He shook his head saying “no, it’s great! I’m so excited to show you what we have been setting up, come, come.” As he motioned her to follow up a trail. As they walked, Cristobal showed her layers of fruit trees, with berry bushes within them, and shrubs and root vegetable within them. He explained, “our farmers have been trying to reorganize to a more sustainable food forest model. And, oh here” as he stopped at a small wooden awning over a map, with a telex machine on a table. He continued “this is where we have our farmers send in their data. I have been having them collect this data for a while now.”

“Quantitative flowcharting.” Lixa said with a smile.

“Yes! I read that this was originally done by only a single engineer. This resulted in only about twenty factories being indexed by the fall of Cybersyn. But as far as I can tell there was no reason for only one to do this. So I have been having all the local farmers here collaborating on this, flowcharting. They cross reference each other’s findings to assure no contradictions, then fax it in from here.” Cristobal said with a smile as Lixa laughed. Cristobal’s smile frowned as he wondered “what’s wrong? Did we mess up?”

Lixa tried to stop laughing as she said “oh no, no, not at all. This is really cool. I’m only laughing because I haven’t actually seen a fax machine in like a decade. You got the original telex brand too, that’s very amusing. In the best way. Though I do think, modern computers and scanners might work a bit faster. So how about I try to get you some a those?”

Cristobal smiled and nodded “si.” As they walked down back into camp Cristobal was explaining “and down here, I will show you our control room. I’m sure our tech is not”-

He was interrupted by a man running up to him saying “Cristobal, Cristobal, the military is posting up. Our militia has noticed more and more caravans showing up. It really looks like they’re getting ready for something.”

Cristobal looks at Lixa and says, “excuse me, Lixa, I must go.”

Lixa said “of course, is there anything I can do?”

“No, thank you. Diego here will show you to a tent we have set up for you. Keep taking your notes and we’ll talk soon k?” Lixa nodded as Cristobal blew a kiss as he ran off and jumped in a truck, hitting the side yelling “ANDELA!” Lixa stood there frightened, she stared at her toughpad, and decided maybe there was something she could do. She logged on her burner BlueSky account and posted the emergency help code.

In the hall of the hospital John stopped as nurses rolled Reshandala in a gurney as she hollered back to him “call Becks, Get Becks here! AHHHH!” John stood in the hall, smiled as he gave her a two-finger salute as he took out his TracFone to call Becks. Before he could though, he saw a BlueSky notification, looked puzzled, thought, someone’s online, this must be serious. As he clicked on it and read a post from @$MemesL1 reading; Having a beer at Stafford, random thought, Proudhon wouldn’t like Pinochet’. Do you think he could kick his ass? John smiled as he replied from his own burner account; He could, and he will! As he ran out looking through his contacts finding a group labeled EMC, emergency mission contact he thought and text it Meet for a beer at Stafford? Maybe some Chili Immediately getting a response; OMW! 

Tim put his phone in his pocket after texting, as he smiled. Jim walked past him and he said “Jim, I gotta go meet a friend, I think he might have more info on that Chile miners story.”

Jim said “oh, we still on that” as he rolled his eyes.

Tim says “I know I was gonna let it go too, but I guess someone saw it, said they had somethin and I just figured”-

“Figured you’d play journalist?” Jim interrupts.

Tim begins to say “I’m not playing anything. I am a”-

“You’re a broadcaster Tim, now you wanna go meet a source? What are you gonna broadcast?” Jim interrupts again. As this is happening Bobby overhears and peers at the pair arguing as he packs wires into a box, he listens. Tim says, “I dunno, maybe I’ll do an interview.”

“A live interview?” Jim laughed as he continued “how? I mean how you gonna get all the stuff to”-

“I’ll go” Bobby interrupted.

Jim looks at the two surprised saying “really?” As they nod, he shrugs and continues “ok, get us some views I guess.” As he walks away.

Tim looks at Bobby smiling as he holds his hand out, they grip and he says “thanx man, but I gotta wonder, what made you wanna go?”

Bobby smirks and says “gotta meet a friend for a beer at Stafford!” As he walks away.

Tim, confused for a moment, runs after him saying “really? Maybe some chili?”

Bobby turns around, still walking to the door, smiling and nodding “maybe some chili.”

“Hell yeah!” Tim screams, “let’s fuckin gooo!” As he pats Bobby on the back running in front of him.

John sits on his wolf rugby handwriting edits to his letter, P.s. go see Reshandala at the hospital and pass these out for me will ya? Thanx! After he looks over it, he runs the large basket with smaller ones inside it to a town house across the street, he puts the large basket on the porch, rings the doorbell and books it back to his still running moped and zips off. Becks opens the door saying “hello?” As she looks around confused, hearing the roar of a fifty-cc engine down the road and looks towards it, only seeing a flash of red. Still confused she looks back, about to close the door, before noticing the basket. She picks it up, takes the letter out of the handle with her name on it. She opens the letter and reads it. When she’s done, she looks back where she saw the red flash, now long gone, smiles and whispers “happy international workers day John Smith." As she reaches back, grabs her jacket from a hook and runs out basket in hand calling “taxi! Taxi!”

John peels into the parking lot of a small building on a dock, a sign reads Sealey’s Private Sea Airport. At the door he bumps into two other men, says “oh sor”- He cuts himself off as he looks up and continues “say, aren’t you Tim Temple?”

“In the flesh, and this is my camera man Bobby.” Bobby waves as he rolls a rolling backpack up.

“Wow! A news anchor and his camera man, what are you guys doin at a small outta the way airport like this?” John asks

Tim and Bobby look at each other, smile deviously as Tim looks back at John and says “gotta meet a friend for a beer at Stafford.”

John perks up as he asks “maybe, maybe some chili?”

Tim and Bobby look at each other surprised as they nod, smile and say simultaneously "maybe some chili!” As Tim opens the door, holds it for John and they all walk in. Inside the man at the desk asks “hey, what can I do for you fellas? Lookin for a tour?” They all three look at each other, smile deviously and say “we’re lookin to meet a friend for a beer at Stafford!”

The man’s smile straightens as he clears his throat, pushes past them to the window by the door, flips the open sign to closed, switches the deadbolt, turns around, clears his throat again and asks “maybe some chili?”

At the edge of the camp, Chilean military jeeps form a line, in front of the line of miner militia men, standing tall and firm, rifles on shoulders, as other miners and their families scream behind them. As things heat up, words become vitriolic. Cristobal says to Lixa “I’m sorry I brought you here. I can try to get you out before this goes bad, on the lake there’s a”- Lixa interrupts, hand on his shoulder saying “you didn’t bring me here, I brought me here, because your fight is worth fighting, even dying for, so I ain’t goin anywhere!”

Cristobal smiles, as a tear almost drips from his eye as he says “you really are a helluva woman Lixa, we’re lucky to have you. I just, I would hate to see you get hurt.”

Lixa reassures him "and I’d hate to see you get hurt, but I, like you, knew the risks, and gave consent, to fight for consent, come what may! But I do have a feeling, what may, might be very helpful.” As she smirks to a confused looking Cristobal as the sound of a seaplane engine and skids skiing on the water down the trail makes him look as Lixa just smiles saying “they’re here.” As she walks over.

Cristobal, still confused, asks “wait, who’s here?”

Lixa looks back, smiling saying “Proudhon’s gonna kick Pinochet's ass!”

    John, Bobby, and Tim walked off the plane on the dock as Sophie smiled and waved as she approached them, Cristobal behind her. Tim saw her, waved, smiled and screamed “PROFESSOR GADSON! HOW THE HELL ARE YA?" As she approached and they hugged and Tim continues “god I haven’t seen you since”-

“Since graduation, which means you can call me Sophie, or better yet, Lixa, ok Tex?” Tex nodded as Bobby and John unloaded the packs. Lixa turned to them saying “Omega and Ortega, wow my three favorite students!”

“And the best professor we’ve ever had” Omega said. As Ortega smiled and asked "how you been?”

Lixa said “I been ok. Glad you could make it” as they all went in for a hug.

Ortega said “of course, you think we’d miss Proudhon kickin Pinochet's ass?” Lixa and Omega laughed. As Cristobal approached behind Lixa asking “so these are your friends?”

Lixa turned and said “oh yeah, you guys this is Cristobal Critez, Cristobal this is Operative Ortega, Operative Omega, and Operative Tex.” As she pointed at each one and they shook hands with Cristobal. Tex said “yeah, hey I admire what you’re doin here, and don’t worry, Proudhon’s gonna kick Pinochet's ass.” with a laugh.

“Great! So, ah, what kinda firepower you guys got?” Cristobal asked.

Tex said, “the most powerful weapon the world has ever known, the camera. You bout ready Bobby?”

Bobby said “yeah, let’s get up there, get set up.”

Cristobal looked confused and concerned, asking “wait, camera?”

“Hell yeah brother, even mightier than the pen!” Tex answered.

“I, I don’t understand, how will we take the military with a camera?” Cristobal asked.

Tex smiled and said “ah, that’s where our secret weapon comes in” as he waves over his face continuing “this face!”

Everyone laughed except Cristobal who said “I, mean no offense but, how? What if, what if it doesn’t work?”

“Doesn’t work?” Tex began to say.

Sealey interrupted waving in his plane saying “I got the back up” as he raised a canvas sheet showing the multi chamber barrel of a minigun and cases labeled C-4.

Cristobal smiled saying “that’s more like it!”

“Shit, we won’t need that, you Airforce guys, you just don’t get it! That camera and this face is all we need. The most recognizable face in news, no one could stand seeing this face get shot, so just stay behind it, and we won’t need that shit!” Tex said as he walked up the trail behind Bobby.

Cristobal wondered “but I thought Proudhon was gonna kick Pinochet’s ass?”

“Yeah and Proudhon don’t need no brass knuckles to do it!” Tex answered. They all laughed, nodded and began following up the trail. Cristobal muttered “fair enough.”

In the main camp, screams were getting louder, vitriol venomous. A general in the back of a military truck lifted a megaphone to his lips and announced “this is not your property. You are all trespassing. Disperse now and that will be the end of it! But if you do not we will expel you with force. I implore you stop this trespass, leave this property that is not yours!”

Ortega screamed “THE FUCK IT’S NOT! THEY’RE HERE! EVEN ROTHBARD WOULD SUPPORT THEM! THEY ARE THE RIGHTFUL HOMESTEADERS AFTER ALL! CONFISCATION AND THE HOMESTEAD PRINCIPLE, Y’ALL SHOULD READ IT!”

Tex laughed saying “don’t you just love it when the ancaps, accidentally argue for socialism.”

Lixa laughed saying “yeah, it doesn’t happen very often but when it does it’s glorious!”

Omega nodded setting up his camera, adding “yup, Murray Rothbard, the accidental commie” they all laughed as Omega lifted the camera, handing Tex the mic, saying “you ready?”

“Hell yeah, we goin live?” Tex replied as he took the mic.

Bobby nodded saying “in five, four, three, two” and pointing one finger as Tex cleared his throat and began “Hello everyone. Tim Temple here live in Chile, with a very special report. So wherever you are. Whatever you’re doing. STOP! Because you’re going to want to witness, this!”

Cristobal leans to Lixa asking “isn’t that from a movie?”

Lixa smiled and said, “just sit back and let him fuckin cook!”

    In hospital room 404, Becks sits with a recovering Reshandala as the newly born Tyron is being looked over by the Doctors. Becks says, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

Reshandala says “what are you talkin about girl? You’re here.”

“Yeah, but not right away. I promised I’d be here.”-

Reshandala interrupts Becks “but you’re here now, that’s what counts. And besides John got me here and everything. Say, where is John?”

Becks says, “I dunno, I guess he had to go.”

Reshandala shrugs and says, “ah well, we’ll see him at work tomorrow.”

“I have a feeling we might never see him again.” Becks mutters to a confused Reshandala. She then continues “oh and speakin a work. I was thinkin, ya know I have about a week or so in vacation time saved up. I was thinkin, you could take that.”

Reshandala, shocked said “WHAT? Oh no girl, you shouldn't have to do that.”

Becks smiles and says, "and you should be able to spend some time with your son before you come back to work, and if this is the only way that happens then so be it.”

Reshandala almost cries saying “I, I don’t know what to say Becks I love you.” As they hug, Becks looks up at the TV in the corner saying “yeah, I love you- OH MY GOD! IS THAT JOHN?” As they both look to the TV, Reshandala grabs the remote and turns it up hearing Tim Temple say, “you might remember our broadcast about the Chilean miners, well here they are.” As the camera pans over them, then back to Tim saying “and here is the military, tryin to throw them off the land that they’ve been workin for decades” as the camera pans over to the military. Soldiers ducking behind each other, and their trucks. As the camera goes back to Tim continuing “so you see we really aren’t that far from the days of Pinochet. Though one thing has changed. That is that I don’t think Americans are gonna take this anymore. It reminds me of the story of our own founding fathers. What did they do when some absent empire tried to claim the land and the profit that they’ve been workin and building for decades? They didn’t lie down did they? No, and these mine workers aren’t either. So I don’t know about y’all, but I’m gonna stand with them, with our founders, knowing they are here in spirit! And to the lawmakers in the US, it’s not too late. You made the mistake with Pinochet, you don’t have to this time. So I hope when you are inevitably asked to take a side, that this time, this time, you side with our founders! Thank you, I’ve been Tim Temple, these are the Main Miners Mutual, fighting for their lives from a military that hasn’t heard that Pinochet died, and still thinks Americans will be on their side. I think they’re wrong, so please America, don’t make me look like the ass hole!” As the camera goes dark. Reshandala mutes the TV saying “wow, I guess we probably won’t be seein John, looks like he has more important things to do huh Becks? Becks?” As she looks up seeing Becks by the door, saying “they’re bringin your baby in now, I’ll let you two get acquainted. Oh, and that basket is from John, Happy International Workers Day!” As she opens the door, she peers back saying with a wink “oh, and I voted yes!” Before she walks out.

Reshandala confused asks “what? What do you mean voted yes?” Becks? Becks?” As she looks at the basket beside her, picks it up, smiles as she opens the letter, reads it, as a tear drips onto it. As she puts it back a small ballot falls. Confused she picks it up, unfolds it, looks it over, smiles, looks back up at the TV, seeing John smiling and clapping, and she marks YES! Without looking down, muttering “happy international workers day!”

THE END!


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