Friday, September 28, 2012

Bathroom Monologue: Tripping Brachiosaurs



You can rob a person, you can rob a party, you can even rob the military up north – and if you can get away with it, go ahead. But if you wanted to score a decent haul this age, you hit convoys. It’s been the way since the first time some farmer bought up enough hadrosaurs to drag his stuff across the desert and sell at an indecent mark-up.

Their investment invented my economic class, vis-a-vie, the entrepreneur. Us. They buy hadrosaurs, and I buy a bunch of sleeker sauropods that can outrun them, get my people onto the wagons, and overtake them. Presto: I’ve got enough food to last the frost and can sell the rest at whatever mark-up I deem appropriate.

We inspired a third economic class: the security guard. That’s our natural enemy, or some would say predator, though one hasn’t eaten me yet. These were triclopes and satyrs the farmers hired to ride with their convoys so that I could sneak up behind them, knock them unconscious, and toss them overboard. That is, to my experience, their only function. I always considered them overpaid.

The farmers eventually agreed with me, and put their pay to buying bigger sauropods. The brachiosaur was the worst invention I ever met. They carry so many goods that there are few to a fleet, and thus no stragglers for us to pick off, and they’re so big that it’s very difficult to sneak up to one and climb aboard. They also absolutely always crush you if you slip when you’re climbing. I muchly prefer the security guard to the brachiosaur.

Still, brachiosaurs were a depression in our economy, not an apocalypse. Deluxe-class sauropods are superstitious and spook easy. First time I ever successfully robbed one, a monsoon did all the prep. No sooner did lightning strike the coast, then that big lizard dumped its load and stampeded off. After that, my fellow entrepreneurs and I took to setting off explosives, unleashing deluxe-class carnivores in the area, or one time, climbing all the way up to the brachiosaur’s peanut of a head and banging a gong in its ear. Scared the sin out of it, and we picked up what they dropped.

But farmers are hard people. After a year of what I deemed a spirited enterprise, they began loading their brachiosaurs with fake cargo. We’d spook the critters, they’d drop their loads, and we’d rush in to crack open containers full of zombies. Half of my associates were devoured in the first of these practical jokes.

The farmers began sending two fleets a week, and we had no idea which had goods and which had biters in them. It was supposed to scare us off. We’re entrepreneurs, though, and refused to submit to temporary market forces. We jumped as many as we could regardless, and you know how the farmers responded?

They sold tickets. We struck in a few regular zones, you see, and the farmers had them scouted such that they put in seats and made twice as much as they would off of their crops from all the well-to-dos who thought’d be funny to see my fellow businessfolk devoured. Last week, as I sprinted from a fresh crate of zombies, I spied a woman in a flowing white dress on the ridge above. She was applauding the zombie team.

So tomorrow we’re taking the next step. We’ll ignore the brachiosaurs, and the cargo. We’ll still show up on time, though, because we’re going to rob the damned audience.

21 comments:

  1. I smiled very loudly indeed at this. Thank you John.

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  2. ah the age old conflict between the agrarian and mercantile classes, given a new spin. But that entrepreneurial spirit is always moving, always reinventing itself, as befits thieves & robbers

    marc nash

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    1. It's a living, unless you get trampled (or nibbled).

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  3. This world makes me happy. For some reason I pictured the woman in the white dress as a bride, there at the event to get married just as one would at a Renaissance Fair. Thoroughly enjoyable piece.

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    1. So glad you enjoyed the world, Aaron! It's a broad one I've been tinkering with for years. It's actually the setting of both novels that I'm finishing up now.

      And as for weddings - I can imagine staging a Robbers Vs. Zombies match for a celebration. Tasteful, timely, and affordable.

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  4. Economies evolve complexity - great encapsulation of the old maxim.

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  5. Your brain rocks! I love the idea of a farmer hiring zombies because the dinosaur he hired wasn't cutting it. This was loads of fun! Enjoyed the narrator voice too.

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    1. Your flattery helped make my morning, Pete. Thank you! And zombies really aren't so expensive. You can get them in bulk, so long as your distributor can get them at all. The Z is kind of a hands-off zone.

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  6. Oh I do like the next step, robbing the audience, I'm sure someone will come up with the necessary response to that one too, but it's still very entrepreneurial.

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  7. Could such things be? They could -- and that's the very best part. Why do I get the feeling the woman in the white dress is no-one to piss off?

    BTW, I thought it was very entrepreneurial of the farmers to arrange seats and sell tickets. For some reason that reminded me of Lawrence of Arabia.

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    1. That might be because the lady in white is the protagonist of my next novel. It might be!

      And gosh, I need to see Lawrence of Arabia already.

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    2. A lot of Prometheus makes more sense when you've seen Lawrence of Arabia.

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  8. Ha! Robbing the audience - that is a clever, cool scheme. But will it last?

    Great piece John, it's bizzare and fun in that matter. I liked it a lot.

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  9. Rob the audience! Love thls one, you always manage to get me to guess where the story will go and then take it somewhere wildly unexpected :)

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  10. A brilliant combination of dinosaurs and zombies. And loved the can do attitude of narrator. Not going to give up no matter what.

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  11. This made me think of the progression of capitalist markets. First sell houses, then mortgages, then mortgage backed securities. Finally the audience is individual investors who want a piece of the action and they all get robbed. In this sense, the piece was fine allegory to me. Entertaining as hell too!

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  12. If you're trying to sell your novel to me, it's working. Actually, it's worked, but long before this wonderful piece.

    Also, "vis-a-vie" will always remind me of this: http://hark.com/clips/pfchwjxdzh-vis-a-vis

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  13. LOL That seems a foolish audience.

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  14. Shame on anyone who would exploit zombies for mere entertainment. ;-)

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