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Monday, July 17, 2006

Mission Complete

My Mission is now complete - out of a possible 24 hour period I spent approximately 21 of them in bed, until this morning at 7am. Accompanied by an xbox, a laptop, and the leftovers from my Saturday night of Junk, I spend a ridiculously lazy and slovenly day in bed...

Until approximately 9pm when I felt it prudent to clean my room.

And hang my washing on the clothesrack.

And get the rest of my washing from the dryer.

And fold / hang my dry clothes back in their proper places (wardrobe/dresser/jacket cupboard etc).

Perhaps not so lazy after all.

Anyway, here's part - 6? I think? I can't keep track anymore. Don't worry, this is THE PENULTIMATE part to the story of our Hero, Jack Samson, and his Giant Snake.

Jack caught a bus back to the city, and showed up for work the next day,
little worse for the wear and with a story about getting lost in the desert
and walking back out. Within a couple of days Jack had talked a friend with
a tow truck into going back out into the desert with him to fetch the SUV.
They found it after a couple of hours of searching and towed it back without
incident. Jack was careful not to even look in the direction of Nate’s
lever, though their path back didn’t come within sight of it.

Before the next weekend, Jack had gone to a couple of stores, including a
book store, and had gotten his SUV back from the mechanic, with a warning to
avoid any more joyriding in the desert. On Saturday, Jack headed back to see

Jack parked a little way out of the small town near Nate, loaded up his new
backpack with camping gear and the things he was bringing for Nate, and then
started walking. He figured that walking would leave the least trail, and he
knew that while not many people camped in the desert, it wasn’t unheard of,
and shouldn’t really raise suspicions.

Jack had brought more books for Nate - recent books, magazines, newspapers.
Some things that would catch Nate up with what was happening in the world,
others that were just good books to read. He spent the weekend with Nate,
and then headed out again, telling Nate that he’d be back again soon, but
that he had things to do first.

Over four months later Jack was back to see Nate again. This time he brought
a laptop with him - a specially modified laptop. It had a solar recharger,
special filters and seals to keep out the sand, a satellite link-up, and a
special keyboard and joystick that Jack hoped that a fifteen-foot
rattlesnake would be able to use. And, it had been hacked to not give out
its location to the satellite.

After that Jack could e-mail Nate to keep in touch, but still visited him
fairly regularly - at least once or twice a year.

After the first year, Jack quit his job. For some reason, with the wisdom he
‘d been given, and the knowledge that he could live for over 150 years,
working in a nine to five job for someone else didn’t seem that worthwhile
any more. Jack went back to school.

Eventually, Jack started writing. Perhaps because of the wisdom, or perhaps
because of his new perspective, he wrote well. People liked what he wrote,
and he became well known for it. After a time, Jack bought an RV and started
traveling around the country for book signings and readings.

But, he still remembered to drop by and visit Nate occasionally.

On one of the visits Nate seemed quieter than usual. Not that Nate had been
a fountain of joy lately. Jack’s best guess was that Nate was still missing
Samuel, and though Jack had tried, he still hadn’t been able to replace
Samuel in Nate’s eyes. Nate had been getting quieter each visit. But on this
visit Nate didn’t even speak when Jack walked up to the lever. He nodded at
Jack, and then went back to staring into the desert. Jack, respecting Nate’s
silence, sat down and waited.

After a few minutes, Nate spoke. “Jack, I have someone to introduce you to.”

Jack looked surprised. “Someone to introduce me to?” Jack looked around, and
then looked carefully back at Nate. “This something to do with the Big Guy?

“No, no,” replied Nate. “This is more personal. I want you to meet my son.”
Nate looked over at the nearest sand dune. “Sammy!”

Jack watched as a four foot long desert rattlesnake crawled from behind the
dune and up to the stone base of the lever.

“Yo, Jack,” said the new, much smaller snake.

“Yo, Sammy” replied Jack. Jack looked at Nate. “Named after Samuel, I

Nate nodded. “Jack, I’ve got a favor to ask you. Could you show Sammy around
for me?” Nate unwrapped himself from the lever and slithered over to the
edge of the stone and looked across the sands. “When Samuel first told me
about the world, and brought me books and pictures, I wished that I could go
see it. I wanted to see the great forests, the canyons, the cities, even the
other deserts, to see if they felt and smelled the same. I want my son to
have that chance - to see the world. Before he becomes bound here like I
have been.

“He’s seen it in pictures, over the computer that you brought me. But I hear
that it’s not the same. That being there is different. I want him to have
that. Think you can do that for me, Jack?”

Jack nodded. This was obviously very important to Nate, so Jack didn’t even
joke about taking a talking rattlesnake out to see the world. “Yeah, I can
do that for you, Nate. Is that all you need?” Jack could sense that was
something more.

Nate looked at Sammy. Sammy looked back at Nate for a second and then said,
“Oh, yeah. Ummm, I’ve gotta go pack. Back in a little bit Jack. Nice to meet
ya!” Sammy slithered back over the dune and out of sight.

Nate watched Sammy disappear and then looked back at Jack. “Jack, this is my
first son. My first offspring through all the years. You don’t even want to
know what it took for me to find a mate.” Nate grinned to himself. “But
anyway, I had a son for a reason. I’m tired. I’m ready for it to be over. I
needed a replacement.”

Jack considered this for a minute. “So, you’re ready to come see the world,
and you wanted him to watch the lever while you were gone?”

Nate shook his head. “No, Jack - you’re a better guesser than that. You’ve
already figured out - I’m bound here - there’s only one way for me to leave
here. And I’m ready. It’s my time to die.”

Jack looked more closely at Nate. He could tell Nate had thought about
this - probably for quite a while. Jack had trouble imagining what it would
be like to be as old as Nate, but Jack could already tell that in another
hundred or two hundred years, he might be getting tired of life himself.
Jack could understand Samuel’s decision, and now Nate’s. So, all Jack said
was, “What do you want me to do?”

Nate nodded. “Thanks, Jack. I only want two things. One - show Sammy around
the world - let him get his fill of it, until he’s ready to come back here
and take over. Two - give me the fourth request.

“I can’t just decide to die, not any more than you can. I won’t even die of
old age like you eventually will, even though it’ll be a long time from now.
I need to be killed. Once Sammy is back here, ready to take over, I’ll be
able to die. And I need you to kill me.

“I’ve even thought about how. Poisons and other drugs won’t work on me. And
I’ve seen pictures of snakes that were shot - some of them live for days, so
that’s out too. So, I want you to bring back a sword.

Nate turned away to look back to the dune that Sammy had gone behind. “I’d
say an axe, but that’s somewhat undignified - putting my head on the ground
or a chopping block like that. No, I like a sword. A time-honored way of
going out. A dignified way to die. And, most importantly, it should work,
even on me.

“You willing to do that for me, Jack?” Nate turned back to look at Jack.

“Yeah, Nate,” replied Jack solemnly, “I think I can handle that.”

Nate nodded. “Good!” He turned back toward the dune and shouted, “Sammy!
Jack’s about ready to leave!” Then quietly, “Thanks, Jack.”