The Keepers by 1PUNK1 Page B

The
First spoke, in fact he was annoyed by how all
those carrying wisdom spoke. To him, it was as if the wise did not
want to impart their wisdom, but having no choice but to impart it,
they spoke it in such undecipherable, ambiguous enigmas. He waited
and hoped that The First would
elaborate.
    “ Find me an
orphan, I will control his experiences and wealth and problems , and I expect
you and the others to follows instructions. D o not ask for
assistance in finding one, I leave that only to your judgement.
But, an exception, choose one who is nearer to the glide-scope of
an absolute god. ”
    “ You are the
boss, Sir First. ” He looked at his hands then continued “How
can freedom be bad? You said freedom knows no
limits, Sir First, but surely they have the law.”
    “ I agree that
the law may become a limit to freedom” replied The First “but, you have to observe that their law is
simply an attempt of a passage into the system by the antigod
effect. We know that after all the trials and
tribulations , respect to and the belief in their
god will dwindle, and the anti-god effect will find passage through
the law. I have told you that the antigod is now more powerful than
ever, the plan is to focus that power on something we might be able
to control.”
    “ We know the
sex character?. Sir First?” The First-rank-opp asked.
    “ Exactly”
replied The First .

Chapter 1: Lysei.

    “Am tellin
y a gurl...if the sex’aint good nuf, I’s
leavin da guy , ” said the woman who was
weaving the other woman’s hair.
    “ I
d on ’ t know what
you waistin your time for, ‘for I get down wit a guy, I tell ‘em “I
gotta see da package first . ”” said
the woman who was being weaved.
    They both spoke in naturally
slutty voices.
    When I was young sluttiness was
only an act.
    The salon stand was just near
the atm, so that anyone who came to use it during the hairdresser's
work time could hear the conversations. And anyone who cared to or
by chance used this particular atm often during working hours could
tell that the conversations, no matter who was talking, were
focused on sex, money and drugs…always.
    I remember
growing up ... and it was
different , Lysei thought as he lost focus
of the women’s conversation. Perhaps all
those with parents are destined to doom.
    The man in
front of him using the atm was on the phone. He spoke loudly and
his manner and his colourful shirt, his big hat barely hiding his
thick dreadlocks , his funny looking skinny
pants giving a horrible shape to his fat legs, told that he cared
not about what anyone thought about him.
    But , t hought Lysei , b ut, one must care about what others
think, even if it is not to be please anyone, but to be
consci ous of the influence that one
gives. Surely if everyone did as they pleased, then the
children-
    The clown in front of him
withdrew his money and left. Lysei, as he walked toward the atm,
the two women at the weave stand noticed him.
    “ I spread em
for that, anytime,” said the woman being weaved.
    “ I’d swallow him full,” replied the weaver.
    Lysei heard.
He heard what they were talking about, not that they were talking
about him. The machine asked him to input the amount to be
withdrawn, he typed 100 and hoped he had
enough. He had never actually been poor.
    I’ve never
been actually rich either , h e
thought. Someone must be watching over
me.
    The sound of
the auto teller machine counting the money relieved him and after a
moment he took his bank card and his money and left for work. The
book-store was three blocks up from the atm. It seemed out of
place, not only in the neighbourhood, but the thought of it
itself.
    It is out of
place. Look at this place, look at these people. I want to die, I
want do too have sex but not with them, it wouldn’t be the same. I
don’t want to do what they do in porn. I want to do something, why
am I the only one in prison. I’m horny right now. There is no God,
God left the world sometime after my