MONOGURUI head-mask: (IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING)
01. DIVERSION-CH. (du)
miyabë is having a more dress than girl moment. hä pushes här hand up against här forehead .. sighs. retch, retch, .. retch, .. all that. miyabë tosses här bunched up dull black hair this way or perhaps the other way projecting each future of the project, cigarette on the floor .. takes a drink from the glass bottle of potato vodka on the table. sits in the middle of a small room with a white ceramic tile floor .. black circle-pattern wallpaper. a window looks out at the breaking morning. a white bowling ball sits on the floor by här foot, one of those top-notch morsikova balls from the 15 series back when morsikova was making the shit .. everything else was just imitation. miyabë gets up from the chair .. leans back to look at the ceiling. someone's been through to clean stuff up because there aren't any cobwebs or scuffmarks like hä remembered there being. the last couple of weeks were kind of vague, though. hä isn't entirely certain hä didn't clean the place up härself, but maybe it was imiko. hä's a nice kid, hä thinks to härself. hä admires the way hä carries härself. won't take any crap from anyone just because hä should. hä remembers the look on that one kid's face, that giant from romania. probably no one's ever pulled that on här before. it seems like that was a long time ago. hä hasn't heard from the girl for days, maybe years- hä's having trouble keeping the timeline straight. hä runs här finger over här temple, no, that was yesterday hä thinks. hä grabs the iphone from the floor .. puts it back on the table. before hä picks up the iphone, though, hä hesitates, stretching out här eyelids a little bit further than hä really should. the fake little plastic buttons click as hä rings up the number.
vriiiiiiing!
verrrriiiiiiiiiing!
vriiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggg!
the man on the other end mutters a few uselessly subtle curses under här breath before rolling up from här hard wood floor to stumble about listlessly for the iphone. här white with black outline adidas tracksuit is a veritable mess, too wrinkled .. dirty .. torn to justify the vanity the man feels for it, not to mention slightly too small for här body. black outlines .. logo decorate it, .. här white little t-shirt clings to här body with sweat. hä slept, even, in här pathetic attempt at imitation adidas sambas- imitations, truly, that any true fetishist would reject outright, but the way här pube mustache clings to här upper lip .. här black hair hair sticks up disheveled-like is pretty god-damned fashionable so it's alright. hä picks up the iphone like hä's picked up a thousand boys before .. mumbles into it with ½-awake attentiveness.
krit: hello?
miyabë: krit, i found it. the little bastard was running around peddling it to the petite bourgeoisie as an instruction manual for the design of adverts.
krit: i'm moved to tears. i'd given up hope. oh my little dearies.
miyabë: dry up your eye-ducts, we've still got issues. on my return i think i was tailed. there was a wise-guy in roughed up cut-off short-pant gray carhartts and black slippers lingering off-premise, a somewhat intimidating punk type kid, kind-a deranged looking in a calm sort of way. anyway, i caught här in a couple reflections on the way back but i think i lost här somewhere around urgur.
miyabë walks around the room aimlessly as hä talks, dragging the iphone. här fingers lightly, distractedly push down här white comme des garcons bump dress against här pale plumpish body. abject .. even forlorn in här movements despite här still-recent triumph hä knocks a couple of pieces of lint off of white rumpled folds. the lint drifts slowly down through the over-heated air of the room, one of them falling on här bare foot .. hä kicks at it to no effect. this failure hä quickly forgets. what was hä saying? something about the next couple of days. something strategic.
at this point i'd like to add, for the reader's convenience, that though it might at times seem otherwise, trust me, this is not a ghost story. it's very scientific.
miyabë pushes här lament up against the waiting .. tries to settle down.
miyabë: the hope is that with this we will be able to conquer .. assert our iron will. they've had us down so long.
krit: who do think it was?
miyabë: that's the thing, i don't know. nobody i recognize. maybe a newcomer on the scene. maybe someone incognito. who knows? i would've stuck around .. investigated the matter but i figured that could be put off until another time. the priority was .. remains to get the u. nailed down.
krit: what's the plan?
miyabë: well, we need some security, .. trust här or not, unger's the man for the job. supposedly hä's got some new hotshot kid working with här, too, someone real indestructible i'm told. här hobby's putting här head in ovens so you know hä's real hardcore. you ever done that?
krit: it's all i ever do.
miyabë: huh. it's problematic. anyway, they're on their way over any time now. they'll escort me to the subway station where we'll make a secret drop-off .. proceed to west 58th to throw off any tails. fujima will be rendez-vous-pointing at the subway, make the pick-up, .. rushing on over to the u. building to make the deposit. if all goes according to plan we'll then distribute the access code to each of the 9 .. that will be the end of it. nice .. simple. fucking ice.
krit: is there anything i can do to help?
miyabë: there is. that's why i called, but i'm kind of hesitant to ask. it's a bit of an inconvenience.
krit: anything. don't think twice.
miyabë: it wasn't my intention to drag you into this krit. i apologize. the hope was for the machine to be a guideline, a plan of sorts by the sight of which we might act. all of this came about as a diversion, an attempt to deflect attention from the actual point. it's really just misdirection after misdirection around this one thing that needed a hiding place. it's quite the phenomenon anyway, pretty dreary. it is (or was) necessary for it to be diverted, or damned.
krit: why didn't hä come?
miyabë: it's a bit of an anomaly.
krit: how do you justify that? it shows a complete lack of respect for the game.
miyabë: what do you mean? that's the point.
krit: i wouldn't think it would matter so much.
miyabë: it does. very much so.
krit: you can't pretend ignorance as some sort of defense. that's not even worthy of a cheap trick.
miyabë: blah, blah, blah.
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krit: so, hä was passing it around as a circular enumerating the virtues of the definitive advertising copy, huh?
miyabë: yes, in fact hä was. hä seemed to think that if it functioned in the most mechanical business-like way it would gain a kind of distillation to the core. blah, blah, blah.
krit: so what is it miyabë? stop beating around the fucking bush.
miyabë: i need you to find cowboy. tell här what's going down. we could use här help.
krit: you think hä'll come? hä's got a lot on här plate still that hä's having difficulties finishing off.
miyabë: still? i'd assumed hä'd finished that by now.
krit: those last 3 are still giving här trouble. it's fucking ridiculous.
miyabë: hä'll come anyway. it's important. .. hä still owes me for orchestrating-
the doorbell rings .. miyabë's eyes swerve pathetically to the door so fast that iverson härself just shakes här head in impressed amazement. the thing we have to understand here about our cute hero miyabë is that we're dealing with one of the real .. genuine incarnations of the law .. with each movement .. with each action the 4 heavenly guardians tremble at their ends of the earth in fear.
miyabë: who is it? shit, krit, i've got to- fuck- i'm out, i'll see you soon. jet, the time is no longer ours to spare.
krit: don't wait too long miyabë.
click.
click-clickety-click.
krit walks straight, as if with a purpose, to the abstracted portrait above här miserable macbook.
krit: don't be so sad. i'll be back soon to spend more time with you, i promise.
the macbook: pah! god-damn liar.
higur makes an appearance .. miyabë opens up the door for här.
miyabë: hello.
higur: hello.
miyabë: hmm- well…
higur: let's get down to business.
the 2 co-conspirators pull up chairs to the circular table that miyabë sets the metal u. briefcase on top of. (* editorial aside: you can't end a sentence with a preposition, you'll have to change that. * authorial aside: ok.) the 2 co-conspirators pull up chairs to the circular table that miyabë sets the metal u. briefcase on top of, motherfucker. higur sucks här lips .. turns här eyes .. face around slowly, continuously as if unsure what to look at or examine. hä hands miyabë a business card. in black printed letters upon the white card is depicted "higur: man standing by här word." här pale skin resolute, polished behind a black rubber half-mask .. a gray overcoat with black buttons, higur breathes twice, .. här hands, grasping, attack the air nervously, .. barely extant whiskers hang around här chin .. upper lip. miyabë looks at här dispassionately without the remotest pretense of patience.
miyabë: i appreciate your visiting us.
higur: yes, well, we have work to do.
miyabë: what are the strategic determinations?
higur: the arguments in defense of repression are several. some members have been repeating the old argument that god is offended by heretical practices .. is likely to inflict disaster on the entire community as punishment. others are stressing the point that heresy is a crime, a form of revolt against lawful authority, a culpable betrayal of promises made (even if only by proxy) at birth. crime, it is argued, cannot be tolerated. a more sophisticated argument being bandied about maintains that the authority of the institution is as essential to the continued existence of a civil community as is that of the state; hence, those men .. women who defy the institution, like you you little dog, are akin to those who repudiate their duty to the dictator .. ultimate generalissimo. thus, members of such organizations as yours are regarded by certain of our theorists as seditious rebels who have put themselves in a state of war with the sovereign power. the true institution seals men together in the safety of the community; dissent is therefore likely to open the way to disorder.
higur is one of the 5 agents. miyabë doesn't deal with här very often but enjoys it when hä does. higur frowns with här morosiveness.
här collar closes up tightly.
hä has poorly formed ears. hä looks at the u. briefcase with eyes half-closed.
miyabë, with rough fingers, clutches the clasps of the briefcase clumsily.
higur: open it up.
miyabë unclasps the briefcase .. opens it. on top is a 10 x 6 flat rectangular object enclosed in two thick panes of glass. miyabë gasps quietly but tries to ignore it as hä sets the object aside. underneath in systematic order are 1000 circle-shaped nanobots in metal containers, each with a distinct unique hole-pattern punched into it. miyabë runs här fingers over them lightly.
miyabë: these are the u.'s? for reals?
higur: for reals. all 1000 in existence. the complete set.
miyabë: it's kind of daunting you know. much too overwhelmingly unanticipated. oh my god, i think i'm going to cry. i promised myself i wouldn't cry. i'm not going to cry.
higur: what makes you think i should let you keep them for your own purposes? i could walk out with them right now, you know.
miyabë: i know. but we need them higur, .. they need us. if we don't cultivate them who will?
higur: that's not really your concern. .. it's not my concern either. my concern is that you use them to their proper ends.
miyabë: what more can you ask of me? haven't i always delivered before? certainly i haven't completed every assignment with complete brilliance, but i think each time i've come through to the best that one could expect, given the circumstances .. the challenges which beset us.
higur: perhaps, but that won't do this time. i'll expect complete success on this one, nothing less. regardless of what it takes. a half-success will be completely unacceptable on this one.
miyabë: i know that .. i am prepared. all i can say is that everything is lined up .. in place. the plan has been clearly defined. the participants understand the terms .. the expectations .. will not shy away from them.
higur: .. if everything falls apart? what will you do then?
miyabë: i'll do it.
higur: ok, do you accept the terms?
miyabë looks far off into the ever closer .. closer distance.
miyabë: yes.
the black letters dominate the white space of the business card reaching almost to the ends. "man standing by här word." the black-circle patterned room surrounds them with its discomfort. miyabë looks up from här contemplation .. higur has already disappeared through the quickly closing door.
01. DIVERSION-CH. (デュ)
miyabë は女の子よりもドレスアップの瞬間を過ごしています。 hä は här の手を här の額に押し付けます.. ため息をつきます。 吐き気、吐き気、.. 吐き気、.. そのすべて。 miyabë はくすんだ黒髪をこのように束ねたり、プロジェクトのそれぞれの未来を投影したり、床にたばこを置いたり、テーブルの上にあるポテト ウォッカのガラス瓶から飲み物を飲んだりします。 白いセラミック タイルの床..黒い円パターンの壁紙のある小さな部屋の真ん中に座っています。 窓から朝の朝が見えます。 白いボウリングのボールが足元に床に置かれています。モルシコバがたわごとを作っていた 15 シリーズの最高級のモルシコバ ボールの 1 つです。他のすべてはただの模倣でした。 宮部は椅子から立ち上がる..後ろに傾いて天井を見る. クモの巣や擦り傷がないので、誰かが物をきれいにしてくれました。 ただし、ここ数週間は漠然としたものでした。 自分でその場所を片付けなかったという確証はありませんが、imiko だったのかもしれません。 いい子だな、と心の中で思う。 hä は、hä が自分自身を運ぶ方法を賞賛します。 必要があるという理由だけで、誰かからがらくたを受け取ることはありません。 hä は、ルーマニアから来たあの巨人の子供の顔の表情を覚えています。 おそらく誰もこれまでに här でそれを引っ張ったことはありません. それはずっと前のことのようです。 彼女から何日も、何年も連絡がありません。タイムラインを正確に保つのに苦労しています。 hä は här の寺院に här の指を走らせます。いや、それは昨日のことでした。 hä は床から iPhone をつかみ、テーブルに戻します。 しかし、hä が iphone を手に取る前に、hä は躊躇し、här まぶたを実際よりも少しだけ伸ばします。 偽の小さなプラスチック製のボタンがカチッと鳴り、番号が鳴ります。
ヴリィィィ！
うわぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁ！
vriiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggg!
反対側の男は、息を切らして無駄に微妙な呪いをいくつかつぶやいた後、硬い木の床から転がり、iPhoneを求めて無気力につまずきました。 白と黒のアウトラインのアディダス トラック スーツは本当にごちゃごちゃで、しわが寄っていて、汚れていて、男が感じる虚栄心を正当化するには引き裂かれています。 黒い輪郭.. ロゴが飾られている.. 白い小さなTシャツが汗で体にまとわりついている.. 真のフェティシストなら誰でも完全に拒否するだろうが、陰毛の口ひげが上唇にくっつく..黒髪の髪が乱れたように突き出ているのはかわいい めちゃめちゃおしゃれだから大丈夫。 hä が 1000 人の男の子を拾ったように、hä は iphone を手に取ります。
クリット: こんにちは?
miyabë: krit、見つけました。 小柄な野郎は、広告のデザインの説明書として小柄なブルジョアジーにそれを売り歩いていました。
krit: 感動して涙が出ました。 私は希望をあきらめていました。 ああ、私の小さな愛しい人たち。
宮部：目管を乾かしてください、まだ問題があります. 戻ってきたとき、私は尾を引いていたと思います。 ざらざらしたカットオフのショートパンツのグレーのカーハートと黒いスリッパを履いた賢い男が、敷地外に長居していました。 とにかく、帰り道で何回か反射して här を見つけたけど、urgur のどこかで här を失ったようだ。
宮部はiPhoneを引きずりながら部屋の中をぶらぶら歩き回る。 彼女の指を軽く、気が散るように白いコム デ ギャルソン バンプ ドレスを彼女の淡いふっくらとした体に押し付けます。 卑劣な.. まだ最近の勝利にもかかわらず、ハーの動きでさえ孤独です。 糸くずは部屋の過熱した空気の中をゆっくりと流れ落ち、そのうちの1つが裸足で落ちます.. häはそれを蹴りますが、効果はありません. この失敗はすぐに忘れてしまいます。 は何を言っていましたか？ 次の数日について何か。 戦略的な何か。
この時点で、読者の便宜のために付け加えたいと思いますが、そうでないと思われることもあるかもしれませんが、これは怪談ではありません。 とても科学的です。
miyabë は待っていることに対して här lament を押し上げ.. 落ち着こうとする。
宮部：これで攻略できるといいですね.. 鉄の意志を主張して。 彼らは私たちを長い間悩ませてきました。
krit: 誰だと思いますか?
宮部：それはね、わかりません。 私が認識している人は誰もいません。 現場の新人かもしれません。 多分誰かがシークレット。 知るか？ 私は立ち往生していたでしょう..問題を調査しましたが、それは別の機会に延期できると考えました。 優先順位は..残ります。 釘付けになりました。
krit: 計画は？
miyabë: うーん、私たちにはセキュリティが必要です。 おそらく、hä には här と一緒に仕事をしている新しいホットショットの子供がいると思われます。 här の趣味は här の頭をオーブンに入れているので、här の本当のハードコアを知ることができます。 あなたはそれをしたことがありますか？
クリット：それは私が今までやったすべてです。