ALL MY THOUGHTS OF ANGELS - SOME SHORT FICTION - MIGHT BE PART OF MY GAME

ALL MY THOUGHTS OF ANGELS
by THENEONHEART(.com)
Possibly for Game ExXception Draft (.tumblr.com)
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The billboard says it all. An aspirin right now could take away the headache of sitting in traffic staring at billboards. You’d think subtlety was a lost art.

Los Angeles at midday is best avoided. But to be driven through her is not always as unendearing as this, when claustraphobically stuck akimbo in the back of a corporate limo at the behest of the big man, one and only whose fatness of wallet can shame these windows this tinted. He sits across from you, or rather, you sit across from him, and he speeds away into the distance and you recede into your seat and wonder at your choice of occupation and whether the fact that you must deal with such manner of men as these automatically means that your business sincerely shakes hands. Only the abcense of a ticking clock hung keeps this from being hell on wheels.
“You have information in your possess, which you yourself do not know the importance of. Without a larger picture, your pieces are worthless,” the devil speaks, and loses power in the naming.
“Are you speaking generally? Or..”
“Please speak up, Mr. Onkara cannot hear you if you do not speak up,” his lackey says.
I wonder if this is true or if he is speaking on behalf of recording equipment, or if these differentiations matter.
“I was just saying, if Mr. Onkara has the bigger picture, what does he need me for?”
“Every agency requires agents. Every power requires powers of agency. You are to be the eyes, arms, and ears of.. the power, which needs the insight of your control over it.”
“You want my eyes.”
“As the saying goes, it is you who has said it, not I.”
“Are you talking about implants? Camereyes? Something skull dug?”
“We’ll work that out later. We promise you won’t even know we’re there.”
“And I’m to do… what? What are you… looking.. for?”
“Just continue doing what you’ve been doing. In your line of work, you are familiar with silent partners, and have used your fair share of informants. You’ll forget we even have a deal once you realize there will be no drop point… no… back and forth.”
I shuddered to think. “Well.. I mean, the cost I have in mind is astronomical. Privacy is a.. privilege in this day and age, and joining the club of the disenfranchised with such high clearance is nearly tantamount to selling your soul.”
“No, just the windows to it.”
I sat still. Silent.
“Think of us as farmers to your hunter-gathering. The worst we can do is start a civilization off your fruits. And, you spoke of astronomical figures. Consider this.”
He handed me a card. A single figure. Infinity.
“A credit account. Unaccountable, so to speak..”
“That would be the price.”
“So, the deal is acceptable?”
“Anything for a laugh.”
“Strange fellow.” He pushed a button on the arm rest.

“Driver. We’ll be on our way to have our lenses installed.”



There is one thing. We don’t want your newfound wealth to interfere with your lifestyle. So, there are times when your credit will be declined. This is the only form of communication we’ll have with you.

I had already said yes. They had their power.

I blinked.The billboard says it all. An aspirin right now could take away the headache of sitting in traffic staring at billboards. You’d think subtlety was a lost art.

Los Angeles at midday is best avoided. But to be driven through her is not always as unendearing as this, when claustraphobically stuck akimbo in the back of a corporate limo at the behest of the big man, one and only whose fatness of wallet can shame these windows this tinted. He sits across from you, or rather, you sit across from him, and he speeds away into the distance and you recede into your seat and wonder at your choice of occupation and whether the fact that you must deal with such manner of men as these automatically means that your business sincerely shakes hands. Only the abcense of a ticking clock hung keeps this from being hell on wheels.
“You have information in your possess, which you yourself do not know the importance of. Without a larger picture, your pieces are worthless,” the devil speaks, and loses power in the naming.
“Are you speaking generally? Or..”
“Please speak up, Mr. Onkara cannot hear you if you do not speak up,” his lackey says.
I wonder if this is true or if he is speaking on behalf of recording equipment, or if these differentiations matter.
“I was just saying, if Mr. Onkara has the bigger picture, what does he need me for?”
“Every agency requires agents. Every power requires powers of agency. You are to be the eyes, arms, and ears of.. the power, which needs the insight of your control over it.”
“You want my eyes.”
“As the saying goes, it is you who has said it, not I.”
“Are you talking about implants? Camereyes? Something skull dug?”
“We’ll work that out later. We promise you won’t even know we’re there.”
“And I’m to do… what? What are you… looking.. for?”
“Just continue doing what you’ve been doing. In your line of work, you are familiar with silent partners, and have used your fair share of informants. You’ll forget we even have a deal once you realize there will be no drop point… no… back and forth.”
I shuddered to think. “Well.. I mean, the cost I have in mind is astronomical. Privacy is a.. privilege in this day and age, and joining the club of the disenfranchised with such high clearance is nearly tantamount to selling your soul.”
“No, just the windows to it.”
I sat still. Silent.
“Think of us as farmers to your hunter-gathering. The worst we can do is start a civilization off your fruits. And, you spoke of astronomical figures. Consider this.”
He handed me a card. A single figure. Infinity.
“A credit account. Unaccountable, so to speak..”
“That would be the price.”
“So, the deal is acceptable?”
“Anything for a laugh.”
“Strange fellow.” He pushed a button on the arm rest.

“Driver. We’ll be on our way to have our lenses installed.”



There is one thing. We don’t want your newfound wealth to interfere with your lifestyle. So, there are times when your credit will be declined. This is the only form of communication we’ll have with you.

I had already said yes. They had their power.

I blinked.