- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
In the pinkish hue of a foggy dawn urban skeletal structures rise up to touch the sky, a modern day amphitheater, akin to the Colosseum.
You may wonder how I got here. Did I crawl, fly, shimmy up this thin antiquated structure? Was I lowered from above? Never mind, in a few minutes, deeper questions may emerge. Besides there is no way down, no stairs and no rope. I may be a wingnut, but I have no wings.
Up here the air is thin and I can see for as far as the fog will let me. I’m at ease, nonchalant, standing here at the top of a narrow platform, overlooking the early bird ants down below. Where I stand, there is only room enough for one.
From this vantage point, and at this hour, I have never felt so alone. It is like being on top of the world, all sexed up, but with no one to touch or be touched by. Never mind, there is no going back.
The GladiatorThere is a piece of me that feels exalted, for once I know what I want to do. I want to be of service, and I’m waiting, waiting for the Gods to make an indication, any sign will do.
The smart phone I’m holding can do most anything I ask it to. It talks to me, sometimes, making jokes. It helps to ease the tension. It can send hundreds of messages at once, or it can detonate a bomb. Just now I’m waiting for a message, coded green or red, go or no go. The situation demands spectacle. Am I a terrorist? No, no—I’m a gladiator.