it done broke down - 9. the recruiter

by nick nelson

part nine of 13

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the driver was a recruiter for an assassination bureau. but he was not in the car. the figure in the black mask behind the wheel of the car was a dummy. the recruiter, who was controlling the car, was actually located on a platform orbiting 3671 doniysus. cindy finally figured out that the driver was a dummy, and that the car was driving itself, or was being otherwise controlled. so she was alone in the car. and in the universe. just as she had always been. this made her feel sad. she realized that she was a prisoner of the car, and a prisoner of fate. it did not matter where the car was taking her. it had all been decided thousands of years ago, when one electron collided with another. or maybe it was three or four of them. she was tired. she remembered a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich her grandmother had made for her on long ago summer afternoon. she decided to take a nap. while cindy was remembering the peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches of long ago, and deciding to take a nap, her brain was being scanned outside 3671 dionysus , and the information contained in her brain relayed to the humble recruiter of the assassnaioin bureau. the recruiter’s name was vince. although he worked for the b assassination bureau, vince did not recruit assassins. he recruited people to work in the payroll and maintenance departments at the b assassination bureau headquarters on callisto. cindy’s brain scan touched him deeply. vince realized that life was a better place when people had peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches made for them by their grandmothers, than when they sat in front of screens all day reading scans of each other’s brains. how do you figure? robin hood asked, looking up from rick’s notebook. figure what? robin hood silently pointed to the line in the notebook he had been reading. i am not figuring anything, i am just reporting what vince thought. i do not care what vince thought. he sounds like a boring, sentimental individual. i can not help that. you sound like you might be a boring, sentimental individual yourself, to be wasting my time with this nonsense. you asked me to write this stuff down. rick protested. is it not my fault if it does not excite you. that might have been my mistake, robin hood admitted. he suddenly closed the notebook and got up and left the room. leaving rick alone with his thoughts. next