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(>Plight of Memories..
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o They had threatened him with physical abuse, throwing him in jail,
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taking away his credit.
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o They would have played tricks with his mind, had he not be so blatantly
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ignorant.
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o They pumped drugs into his body, and when he tried to cry "MORE MORE
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MORE!" and what came out was "MRHGAHJ HAJDW EHWMA??" they gave him more
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anyway.
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o Yet, when they told him they would never let him free to destroy
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society, he answered very calmly "I'm afraid that precaution comes to late,"
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and he was right.
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o Because as long as one person was aware of this being's plight, the rest
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of society would, if not now, sooner or later, follow him on to another world.
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...Perhaps not a better one for some, but not a worse one for many. That
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thing that came to lead us onward
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...was Osbert.
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------------ Oct 12, 1987
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Anarchy Inc. ...presents...
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------------ Osbert and the Plight of Memoiries
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another fictional tale by Alex of Atlantis
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Osbert walked down the street. People cowered, almost scowling away at a
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scurrying pace, pitilike. Osbert just smiled. On his world, that was a sign
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of a king, a ruler, someone to be reckoned with. Here, he spat, it was just
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a sign of meak submissiveness.
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Many people thought him cruel. He looked out from Eric's body. "Many
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people," he told the begger on the street, "think me insensitive and insane.
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What do you think?" he asked.
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The begger looked up, and sputtered "I think I need a dime," he said shyly,
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with a curt grimy grin.
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Osbert's eyes flared through Eric's and he kicked the begger in the side
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with the force of disgust, and walked on as the begger moaned and groaned.
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"Ahh that's better," Osbert thought to Eric.
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<Why the hell did you do that?> Eric asked back.
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"Shut up, fool, this is my body now." Told Osbert. A person on the alley-
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way looked toward him, but Osbert just scowled back as best he could from
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Eric's putridly innocent face.
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"I'm getting really sick of you," Osbert told Eric. "I think its time the
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world got to know me as I am. An advanced being, which they will not have the
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sense to comprehend till it is too late."
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Eric could only wimper. There was nothing he could do. He was happy to
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have his body back, and yet..
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<Thank you,> he thought.
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A rush came over the body, and Eric hit the ground hard, as a face does
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when planting itself upon concrete. Eric looked up at the begger, who had
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gotten up and rounded up his friends around Eric. "I'm free!" He yelled.
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The first begger kicked him in the side. Then the next. Then the next.
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What a welcome back into reality.
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Osbert looked around from inside the oval office. The president was no
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where to be found. It was interesting how few little people could realize
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the significance of one alien. Osbert had come for them. Their time was
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soon to be where he would lead them onward to a new world. Where only the
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high and mighty survived, but with a cruel twist: The high and mighty were
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to be slaves, while the lonely peons were to be lonely peons. But on
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Osbert's world, lonely peons live lives of normal folk. So for many it would
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be a deserved hell, and for others it would be life anew. What was so
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terrible about that?
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}%{
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President Sandra M. K. Lemmings walked into the room. "The 21st century
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has no room for women presidents," Osbert scowled under what resembled a
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tongue.
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"Oh, it's you," she responded, turning and closing the door. "What can I
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do for you?"
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"I have come to take over the world," Osbert said simply. "I will fill
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your body and become one with you, so that we can lead your people onward into
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space and time to our world. I come to help you, you pathetic foolish humans,
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although I have no idea why."
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"Maybe it's just impulse," she responded. Osbert was surprised at how well
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she seemed to be handling this rather unbelievable situation. It wasn't
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everyday you find an alien sitting at your desk.
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"Lets get on with it," he muttered, and jumped inside her body.
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"You never were one for small talk, Osbert." She said, just as he jumped
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toward her.
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Bash. Someone's here!
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"Of course there is stupid. You just think you can waltz
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in here and take over her body? It takes time!"
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<Please! The world needs me!>
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"Shut up, girl."
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What are you talking about? I just wanna jump right in and
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get this over with. Who the hell are--
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"Listen you slimeball, I took my time and did her by the
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book, and I'm not letting any hot-shot idiot like you
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ruin this."
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<Stop! Please!>
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Shut up! "Shut up!"
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Oh no! You're not...Sa...Oh my god...
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"Yes, Osbert honey, it's me. Sabrina! Now get the hell
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OUT!"
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Bash. You bitch!
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We haven't seen much of Osbert here on earth since that day, but he
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promises, someday, he'll come back and lead us onward. As soon as his ex-
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girlfriend
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..."Croaks over and dies. That damned bitch." Writes Osbert from home.
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-- Osbert and the Plight of Memories -- 5462 Chars -- (c)opyOK? -- Fin. --
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------------
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Anarchy Inc. ^MIXRIIV to ^QMMXXIII
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------------ and still up to no good.
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