The Van Sped Away With Golem In His Mind

He’s been to Vientiane before, and he loves it. It’s kind of a strange place to call a capitol. It isn’t even a city yet. It’s the largest village in the world. You wouldn’t know it was a country’s capitol at all, if not for the regular procession of sleek black government cars carrying happy diplomats and such from other nations. He knows they’re happy because they wave at him. A lot of contracts are being signed for mega-projects in the country. tic…

ANTS

Charls remembers reading the story in the Japan Times. It strikes him that a high school student said he wanted to know how it felt to kill. It’s one of those details that stick in the mind. Charls thinks if he killed, he’d not be able to continue on. Killing God’s creations is something he doesn’t want to live with—certainly when there is no requirement to do so; and, so far those he has killed were done when deep in the other chamber, and far away from memory, like a passing storm. So what is it that makes him consider it now?

He screws the plastic top on the water bottle. He will throw it in the sea when he gets home from Vientiane. Will anyone respond?
In his own land, college students are on webcams, showing their bodies for money. Millions of them on the net, available for a meet-up. He downloads a video and sees two college girls get in a van for money. A thousand bucks or so that will be taken from them as they lie naked. They are laughing and having fun.

“Hey, mom, look what I’m doing during vacation,” the three guys shout, as they flash the money and drive off quickly. Both of the girls have sex with a man with a twelve-inch dong. They thought they were given a lot of money all along; but, they were wrong. Golem figured they had gotten justice. The guys in the van do.
The van sped away with Golem at the wheel in his mind.



Pot wondered what his own daughter would do if offered what to him was three months pay. He decided to put the thought away. Twelve inches. That’s a big one.

ANTS

Level flight, can I have a bottle of water, please. The window to his right, vapor expressing from a vent above his seat. Is something wrong with the plane?