What is the Plan?

“Damn Golem, you’ve got to be clear now. What if, what if, what if?”
“I’ll tell ya later, it really happened.”
“Damn, if you can talk when you really want to. Tell us now.”
“No, now the listeners wouldn’t really listen.”
“Why wouldn’t they listen Golem?”
“Because pain is the precursory element of listening. There’s always lots of words. People who listen first, hear the birds. People who’ve heard big birds screech really do listen. Why waste the words. It’s in the second book Golem.”
“Tell us some words, the author’s dead or dying. We want to know the end.”
“Don’t ever ask what will be. What will be will be.”
“Come on Golem, four and a half billion in the first paragraph.”
“Four and a half billion is a lot. Could be more than that. It’s in the third book. What. Do you live for death?”
“No, it’s not that. We just want to know exactly how it happens.”
“What happens?”
“The 4.5 billion Jack, you said it in the beginning.”
“I’m drinking 3.5 beer now, give me some time.”
“Who am I?”
“Don’t know, Don’t know, I’m Golem. Jack never really did exist.”
“Still, someone started this story.”
“He’s dead man, leave it alone. The old man will tell you the end when he’s ready.”
“Fuck off Jack”
“Fuck off Golem”

He heard it in his mind. Fuck this, fuck that. Jack didn’t know who he was talking to. He picked up a seventh light Singh beer and went out and sat on the balcony.