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Andrew Roller Presents
THE FADING UNIVERSE
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Chapter Seven
Marvin regained consciousness amidst a mass of I.V. lines,
suction tubes, and monitoring equipment. A plastic face mask
covered his mouth. He could feel a catheter running down his
trachea.
A boy who looked about 11 peered over him, directed the beam
of an ophthalmoscope into his eyes, and then gently removed the
oxygen mask and pulled out the Teflon breathing pipe.
"If you're playing doctor, you're quite good at it," Marvin
commented.
"I've been 'playing doctor' for a thousand years," the boy replied
stiffly. He turned away and walked over to the next hospital bed,
which held Frankie.
"I'm going to have to give you a rectal exam," he told the dwarf.
"Oh, how delightful!" Frankie squealed. "May Harrigan have one
too?"
###
Marvin sat on a chaise lounge, on a veranda that overlooked a
peaceful hamlet. Golden-haired children ran and played amidst giant
sycamores, laughing and tumbling over each other. In the distance
rolling meadows sloped up hills that tried to touch the glass
skylight that soared high above the glen; its panes obscured by fluffy
clouds that meandered overhead.
"Beautiful place," Marvin commented.
"Charming inhabitants," Perry added, sprawled in a chair with
three semi-nude, sleepy little girls.
"I suppose you've been having the time of your life," Marvin
said.
"How'd you ever guess?"
"Tell me, Perry," Marvin asked. "Is every one of these children
really ten centuries old?"
"Not a day less," Perry said.
"Why?"
"Who knows?" Perry said. "Some kind of an immortality
experiment that went awry. The drug worked alright, prolonging
their lives, but it didn't allow them to grow up first."
"So they'll never become adults?" Marvin asked in amazement.
"Never," Perry smiled.
"Food of the gods!" Flaherty crowed, stepping out onto the
porch, his hands clutching half a dozen little cakes. A girl in a
saffron tunic followed behind him, carrying a tray stacked with
pastry.
"Would you like some?" the 10-year-old asked Marvin and
Perry.
"Uh, Gee, I thought you brought those out for me," Flaherty said
to the attendant.
"Flaherty's still a hog, I see," Perry sneered.
"Get your own serving girl," Flaherty bridled. "Look, you've got
three lying in your lap. If they weren't so exhausted from all your
screwing they could get you THREE trays."
"At least the hand in my pants isn't my own," Perry retorted.
"I've got a surprise for you," the comely waitress said to
Marvin.
Elsa walked out onto the lanai.
###
Evening settled upon the dale, hurrying the happy children
homeward. A pair of adumbrations stood in a condominium amidst
the gathering dusk. Marvin unbuttoned Elsa's cotton blouse, baring
her milk white breasts. His tongue snaked from her earlobe down
her neck to a tremulous nipple. His palm squeezed together her twin
mounds of firm flesh. Elsa's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of
Marvin's gold tunic (for his clothes, festering with disease, had all
been burned) and loosened his cloth undergarment. They clasped each
other. Their mouths pressed together, tongues intertwined, saliva
mingled. Elsa wrapped her supple arms about Marvin's neck. She
caressed his broad shoulders, dared to graze his mutilated stump.
A minute later Marvin reared before her stark naked, his
clothes thoughtlessly discarded. Elsa dropped her gossamer panties
to her ankles and gracefully stepped out of them. For a moment they
just stared in awe at each other.
Marvin swept Elsa off her feet and, cradling her in his left
arm, carried her across the room to a rippling waterbed. Together
they tumbled onto the bearskin cover.
"Do it to me hard," Elsa breathed as her wide eyes looked up at
him. Marvin just kissed her slowly, his hand holding her wrists
tightly on the pillow above her head. With a moan, Elsa thrust her
buttocks upward, straining to capture the head of Marvin's erect
penis between the lips of her vagina.
Finally, Marvin mounted the girl. He plunged his cock into the
wetness of her snug interior. His body undulated above her with
measured strokes. Suddenly his semen spurted into her uterus, and
Elsa climaxed beneath him.
###
Early morning sunlight filtered through the skylight, casting
long shadows beneath the tall oaks. To Marvin, raised in the stark
glare of the ghetto's neon lamps and the hushed twilight of the
abandoned tunnels, the diurnal cycle in the realm of the millennium
children was unsettling.
"Is something wrong with your lights?" Marvin asked the girl
who yesterday had played Flaherty's retainer.
"No," Sylvie giggled. "They're made that way, to imitate
sunlight."
"What kind of light?" Marvin asked.
"Sunshine, silly."
"Well, it seems pretty unnatural to me," Marvin said.
"You're probably still disoriented from that horrible disease,"
Sylvie said.
"How did you find us, anyway," Marvin asked. "I only remember
locating a Door, struggling inside, then landing in two dozen
deserted locations in a vain search for medical treatment."
"Our sophisticated network of computers allows us to scan
travellers passing through our sector," Sylvie explained. "We
literally heard your screams of agony as you stopped along the
border of our commune. Normally we have nothing to do with
strangers, but we always assist anyone whose life is in peril."
The pebbled path that Marvin and Sylvie were following skirted
a glade. A dozen children crouched in a circle on the silken grass.
Several glared at Marvin as he passed.
"Don't mind them, they're just hot-headed radicals," Sylvie
said. "I think someday they'll all go the way of Dakkar."
"Who?" Marvin asked.
"Some boy we had to ostracize a century ago," Sylvie said. "He
became too powerful in the assembly. And what's more, he used his
political power ruthlessly. He wasn't satisfied with being a
demagogue. Tried to set himself up as a tyrant."
"So he's banished forever?"
"No," Sylvie said. "In fifty years he'll be allowed to petition
the assembly for the privilege to return."
"So who are these radicals?" Marvin asked.
"Well, our little refuge from the universe has been suffering
incursions lately from a host of malefactors: thieves, beggars, even
insects. I'm afraid our presence is becoming common knowledge
among the nearby populations. The Radicals fear that the
neighboring cities might launch an attack; steal our wealth and sell
us into slavery. The most extreme elements in the Radicals feel
that we must dispense with our tradition of pacifism and seize the
universe, then inculcate in it by degrees our superior values and
ethics."
"So do you go along with them?" Marvin asked.
"Of course not," Sylvie said. "If the adjacent states do gain
solid knowledge of our valley, we ought to simply negotiate with
them."
"I don't know, it's a pretty rough world out there," Marvin said.
Sylvie laughed. "You hardly need trouble yourself about it," she
said. "When you and your friends leave here you won't be able to tell
a single tale about us."
"Oh, you're going to make us drink out of a tributary of the
river Lethe?" Marvin asked.
"Something like that," she smiled. "How's Elsa?"
"Beautiful," Marvin breathed. "There's not a scratch on her. I
was afraid, well, you know..."
Sylvie stopped and looked at him very seriously. "There's
something I must tell you," she said.
"What?" Marvin asked.
"They told me not to mention it, but I'm sure you'd find out
eventually anyway. 'Elsa' is an android."
Marvin reeled backward. His face turned pale.
"What? You mean she's not real?"
"No," Sylvie said. "We constructed her using your memories."
Marvin gasped. "But I thought, I thought," he broke into tears.
Sylvie just stood there, gazing at him, absorbing his every
reaction.
###
"Marrvin, Marrvin," small voices called from the abyss of sleep.
A throng of bloody South Haven pupils advanced through a dreamy
haze, their mutilated limbs outstretched.
Marvin awoke with a start. He lay staring at the stucco
ceiling.
Marvin felt a presence in the room. He sat bolt upright.
A semicircle of millennium children surrounded the bed upon
which he and the robot Elsa were sleeping. The youngsters' eyes
glowed fiercely. Sylvie stood in front of the group.
"Don't tell me you're all afraid of sleeping alone in the dark,"
Marvin quipped.
Sylvie bristled. "You vile filth, my Radicals and I are going to
make an example of you and your mates," she said slowly.
"I'm sorry, I take it back!" Marvin apologized. He held out his
palm. "Here, give me your hand and I'll take you to the bathroom."
A laser blast seared Marvin's skin as it shot past his arm and
punched a hole in the head of the bed. Marvin's gaze shifted to a
surly boy beside Sylvie who held a smoking gun.
"I had planned to execute you in public, before the gaping eyes
of all the gentle citizens of this naive little valley," Sylvie said.
"However, if you persist in making snide remarks I shall have to be
satisfied with a display of your dead corpse."
Elsa awoke and lay trembling beside Marvin, her arms circling
his waist, her head pressed against his side. Marvin glared at Sylvie.
"Alright, what's all this about?" Marvin asked bluntly.
"I'm an adjutant in the Radicals," Sylvie said proudly, revealing
her true identity. Marvin appeared unfazed.
"Who's you're commander?" Marvin asked.
"Never mind that," Sylvie said.
"If he's ordered my death, I want to talk to him," Marvin
insisted.
"You have talked to him," Sylvie muttered, growing impatient
with the argument. "Anyway, he's already left the valley."
Marvin's mind raced. Instinctively, he knew he had to buy as
much time as possible. "Keep talking," he told himself. His mind
recalled an ancient story Perry had related to him once, about an
army slaughtered like cattle in a place called the Teutoberg Forest.
"A sense of security is the commonest prelude to disaster," had been
the moral of the tale. Marvin wished he had acquainted himself more
fully with that particular aphorism.
"Why this sudden hatred?" Marvin asked Sylvie.
"The universe is a violent and brutal place," Sylvie said. "Most
of the silly children in this valley don't understand that. If they
don't learn soon, our pleasant little fairyland is going to be overrun
with barbarians.
"Do you Radicals intend to give us a trial before you butcher
us?"
"Ha! Butcher you?" Sylvie laughed. "You and your friends were
selected for execution because you slaughtered 300 elementary
school students, and now you have the audacity to term your
appointment with lawful restitution 'butchery'?"
Marvin's eyes drifted to the Door that stood in the wall. If he
and Elsa could reach it, they could fire their bodies across the
universe. Freedom was only 10 feet away. Marvin surveyed the
Radicals as Sylvie continued talking. He could only see one laser
rifle, in the hands of the boy beside Sylvie. Why hadn't the kids
brought more guns? "Perhaps it's illegal to possess firearms in the
land of the millennium children," Marvin thought. That would make
sense.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the back of the room and
Perry, Frankie, and Harrigan were hauled inside.
"We got 'em, Sylvie," a girl called. "Piece of cake."
###
Marvin's breath came in gasps as he sat on an aluminum floor
with his back propped against the wall of a hallway. Elsa lay
outstretched beside him. Thin wires poked out of a hole where her
little finger should have been attached to her hand. Marvin clutched
the severed member, crying softly. Perry, Frankie, and Harrigan sat
nearby.
Flaherty came stumbling down the hall.
"Boy, am I glad I found you guys," Flaherty exclaimed. "Sheesh!
I nearly got killed back there!"
"So did we," Frankie said.
"Marvin saved us," Harrigan smiled.
"Flaherty," Marvin mumbled. "Glad to see you."
"So tell me," Flaherty said excitedly. "How did you escape?"
"It was quite an adventure," Harrigan said. "This boy had a
laser rifle, see, and Marvin wrested it from him. Just what you'd
expect."
"You're forgetting the most important element," Perry
admonished Harrigan.
"Oh, yes, Perry had an epileptic seizure," Harrigan said.
"Without which no distraction would have occurred, allowing
Marvin to grab the boy's gun," Perry added.
"So, anyway, we battled our way to the Door in Marvin's
bedroom, but it didn't work," Harrigan explained.
"The lousy bastards had disconnected it," Frankie told Flaherty.
"So then we had to blast our way out into the hall and down an
outdoor fire escape. As we descended we ran into a second group of
Radicals. They swarmed all over us, and one boy grabbed the rifle
away from Marvin."
"Ha, ha!" Frankie chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" Flaherty asked the dwarf.
"Marvin just pushed that kid over the railing, shotgun and all,"
Frankie chortled.
"Yes indeed, Flaherty, the boy plummeted 20 stories to his
death," Harrigan commented. "I saw him hit the pavement. Quite a
mess."
"I'm sure you can deduce the rest of the story, Flaherty," Perry
said irritably.
"We fought our way into an apartment and escaped through its
Door," Harrigan concluded.
"Perry doesn't like it that Marvin had to beat a path through the
onrush of children with a brass lamp stand," Frankie grinned. "A lot
of little girls got their skulls smashed."
"Oh, I wondered why Marvin was covered with blood," Flaherty
said.
"So how did you get out of that horrible place?" Harrigan asked
Flaherty.
"Ho, you'll never believe it," Flaherty exclaimed, launching into
his story.
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