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Jeffords checked his monogrammed chronograph for the tenth time in an hour. He was at the jumpport, and your POV of him was from below, so that when he looked at his watch, you also saw a jumpcraft enter the artificial troposphere and arc in asymptotically over his head. The Managers had chosen gold for the color of air that "day."
Jeffords inhaled the rich scent of jump fuel and changed his name to Jennings. He stuck a Finity brand marijuana cigarette between his lips, picked up his pressurized valise and headed for the invisible vacuplex.
As he mounted the clear walkway, Jennings suddenly realized that he was omnipotent. Of course. He had been taking the Vibroluct pills for eight "days" now. The thought formed whole in his head, and he knew it to be true. Fast on that came a second realization: he must use his power to destroy all life on earth, starting with these pathetic humans. He took a mental mimeograph of every one of the 7,421 people at the vacuplex. When the time was right, he would levitate them out of the troposphere. After that, they were the Managers’ problem.
The PA system clicked on.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a sympathetic female voice announced, “Ladies and gentlemen. Help me. I’m trapped in the utility closet. Please help... I smell gasoline…”
She began to sob uncontrollably. Jennings stopped short on the walkway, moved almost to tears himself. He would help her. But how? Dammit, maybe he wasn’t omnipotent after all.
He felt an intense desire to turn around. So intense, in fact, that he knew it must be a volitional implant, and that he was under arrest for the very real and executable crime of overestimating a consumer product.
Date Written: June 27, 2003
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