The Black Ram Thanksgiving Special
November 26, 2047
Two Days before Black Friday
Robert Dumbrowski was a happy man. No work tomorrow, a good english beer in a pint pot and decades old illegal downloads via china on his bootlegged smart
pad device. Sitting in a chair that was nearly falling apart, his laughter and guffawing threatened to undo the duct tape and bunjee cords that were desperately
keeping the aforementioned furniture intact.
In this case the newly rediscovered and long vilified british comedy known as The Benny Hill Show.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I love when he slaps the little bald guy on the head!!! AHAHAHAHHA!!"
Gata was leaning against the doorway to the bedroom. She was watching Rob and smiled. He seemed so happy and thats what she wanted more than
anything else. The past year had been filled with trials and tribulations both pedestrian and otherworldly. The Reapers, the failing economy, the vampire issue,
street crime, revenge attacks by Hanover and Ridgefield asylum escapees, trying to make ends meet. Matt's driven crusade to find out who sold him out and
combating the roaches in their shitty apartment.
Through it all, Rob was the rock, the foundation. The one who kept a roof over their heads and food on their table. Legitimately. Gata, Mark and Papillion supplemented
their meager living standards through the five finger discounts they could not stop using. Matt also helped with his access to cash he had stashed in secret places
but he had to be sparing so it would not draw attention. Their apartment was their outpost, their fort to keep them safe from the cold, dying country they had the misfortune
to find themselves born into. A base for Matt Donahue to work from in his personal jihad against the mysterious fiend known as No-One.
A place were Jennifer could start to rebuild some sort of life, one that had never been normal but maybe one that could be salvaged. Thoughts of
marriage and a family struck her mind, decadent bourgeois concepts though they were. Rob would be a great father and even their ideological differences
had softened as much as the friction between them translated into really amazing sex. She decided to wait until after their next coupling to tell him the offer
she had gotten and that was extended to all of them.
Jess and Natasha had told her, after one of their 'outpatient' sessions, about Riva relating an offer from the federal government to have Thieves Inc
return on their payroll. Money, legit money. The government was basically trying to hire former 'masks' and super villains to combat both the many unreformed
and new emerging villains as well as the rising Reaper menace. Attempts to contact the newly outed vampire/hemavore population were underway although not successful
as of yet.
Her thoughts returned to the session yesterday:
"Are you serious?" Gata sat on the nearby bed in her tight leather outfit, fiddling with the riding crop she had previously used in her 'outpatient session' on
Jess and Natasha.
"Oh yeah, serious. Totally legit. The statist pigs want to use you guys to combat the other lumpenproles. How sneaky and insidious is that?" Jess laughed
in her green latex full body straitjacket that was suspended from the ceiling with straps. "Even I have to give them credit for the idea."
"I mean, I have my principles. I was a criminal but to serve the capitalist bourgeois scum? I..I have to think about it." Gata pondered and then turned to Natasha.
"what do you think, Nat?"
"Mgpphh!!! Mgphh!!!" Natasha answered. She was fully gagged and tied down to the opposite bed in a black leather straitjacket, her feet in stocks.
"Yeah, I know. We really could use the money though. I know Mark and Pap will be on board, but Rob will hate the idea. I'll have to put it to him slowly." Gata
"Oh yeah, I know mister anarcho-fascist. He is pigheaded alright. How is he by the way?"
Jess smiled remembering her brief intense fling with her anarchist opposite. The tension between Gata and her had been uncomfortable for a while because of that and Gata has take it out on Jess a little more in their sessions because of it. Which suited Jess fine, it helped Gata to get the anger out even if Jess had to bear the brunt of it. It was worth it for a woman Jess considered a comrade and sister in the struggle. The struggle against life.
Gata looked at Jess with a stern look. "I told you not to mention him, you silly little anarchist." Gata smiled an evil smile. Uh-oh!
"Mgpmmmmphh!?" Natasha had a concerned look for both Jess and Gata, straining her head to the side and trying to move her arms to no avail.
Gata looked back at the sweet wrestler/amazon and winked. "Don't worry Nat, I won't be too rough on miss Miller. Then I'm coming back for you or should
I say the soles of your feet.."
"Mgphhphh!!" Nat struggled helplessly. The many feathers and brushes on the small table next to her trapped feet awaited.
Gata looked into Jess's defiant eyes. The tattooed former eco terrorist smiled in anticipation and licked her lips. "Do your worst, inmate! Hard on me, soft on Nat. Quite fitting!"
Gata smiled remembering the fun she had with her former nurses the previous day. They were planning to go out later for drinks on Thanksgiving Eve and had
invited her, Pap and the others to come with them. Pap of course would disdain any thought of socializing with her former Nurses even if to get 'revenge' as it were. Mark would love it but Rob did not like to go out much anymore. The idealism Rob had when they were both teenagers had turned into a dark and misanthropic doppleganger and Gata was concerned about his recent apocalyptic and neo calvinist like outlook. She was beginning to realize her responsibility in being Rob's last bridge to any kind of humanity. It was a cross she would carry with a smile and with all of her being, partly because Rob was also her remaining link to this absurd world. A world where the Revolution always seemed to
be around the corner but never quite coming. A world in which she increasingly saw the Revolution itself being suspect. A world where in the dark night, dreams of blood rivers and fangs and her ancestors and descendants struggling in vain against inhuman forces, tormenting her.
"Robert? Do you want to go out tonight?"
"Hmm?" Rob looked up from his entertainment. That British guy was hilarious. He was able to seamlessly do slapstick and innuendo comedy along with impressive musical
numbers. The feminist bolsheviks must have wanted him burned at the stake for the scantily clad women and politically incorrect sensibilities on display. Rob had vaguely remembered his grandfather and grand uncles mentioning how much they had loved the show when they were growing up in the 1980s in New York City. Those rough and uncouth
working men, so not the Americans one wanted now.
"Huh? Go out? You jumping on the Thanksgiving Eve party night bandwagon?"
Rob sneered. It was funny how Rob's demeanor with Gata changed once his dream of being with her was fulfilled. From being a puppy and servant to her every wish he was now colder and slightly more domineering and dismissive. He of course loved her intensely but he had found that letting go of sentiment in other areas of his life was helping him
to cope better with life all around. He was doing the opposite of what his state appointed therapist was telling him to do when he went for his probationary outpatient visits.
The woman was trying to basically tell Rob to become a woman who happened to have male genitals. Rob instead was going back to his surly immigrant family roots.
Where men were men and women were women even if he was the last man on earth to believe this.
"Uh, No..I just thought since you don't have to go to work tomorrow we could get out of this glorified storage room for a night." Gata responded firmly. Rob was putting on
the 'manly' front again and she was going to challenge him for the umpteenth time. Inside she relished this challenge.
"Where do you want to go? You know I hate loud clubs with lowlifes and amateur alcoholics. I technically broke my probation last month choking and slapping those three guys
in front of all those cameras no less." Rob had an annoyed look and just wanted to get back to watching the forgotten classics from the dark ages of the 20th century saved by the chinese.
"The bar right outside Hanover asylum. It will all be staff and support service locals. No one dares cause trouble there. They have the British style pub stuff you like
in the new addition, one of Emily Waterflower's chain. Quiet enough to talk and the old world ambience. You know, Old school shit for an Old man in a younger man's body like you.."
Rob's face was expressionless. Gata had nailed him again. He was now 33 going on 87.
"Well if you can't beat them, but you know tomorrow I have to get up early." Rob looked over at her with a softer look and smiled.
"For what?" Gata then remembered.
"Oh you still are going to cook a Thanksgiving dinner for tomorrow? Are you serious Rob?"
"As serious as the food I bought last night at the supermarket thats sitting in the fridge." Rob responded, looking down at his bootleg chinese smart pad.
Gata refolded her arms and huffed. "No one does that anymore Rob, we just get chinese take out or pakistani pizza or mexican food. Why bother with that all that,
its just a genocidal holiday anyway."
"I guess its just the reincarnated pilgrim in me, Gata. Its a tradition that I barely remember but I want to do it anyway. Giving thanks to god for what we have
and celebrating the harvest." Rob cooly responded.
Gata was getting more and more used to atheist Rob talking about God as if he existed. She ignored it and went for a more obvious critique.
"I mean, honestly, do you even know how to cook? I don't remember you ever doing it in the past other than those cheap korean kimchi noodle bowls. What I remember is
you eating cold baked beans out of a can and eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches." Gata's face took on a look of disgust describing the past culinary exploits of
"Well I wrote down some recipes I got on the net." Rob pulled out scraps of paper from his pocket. "I mean its not rocket science, its cooking, right?"
Gata shook her head. She already saw them ordering back up take out food. But Rob seemed eager about it and she did not want to ruin the seemingly positive
mood he was now in.
"Come on, Rob, come with us. With me. Please?" Gata gave him that smile that melted his hard heart. Closing his eyes and making that super serious
face he always made when he was debating something in his head. He then looked at her and without a smile gave his answer.
"Just a drink or two, then I'm leaving."
Rob, Mark and Gata were sitting in the lounge with Jess, Natasha and a few other off duty security nurses. Mark was in heaven as many of the patrons
were women who worked at the nearby Hanover asylum. There was music on in the back playing 1980's music at a reasonable volume, which allowed
conversation between the patrons. Rob recognized many of the off duty staff, including the gun toting christian woman with the grenade earrings
and of course the metahuman artillery of Hanover, Mega Nurse Miru. All were in casual dress and they seemed happy enough, many of them were
fit and attractive women. Many had also been in Hanover from both sides of the padded cell. Rob and Mark were receiving a lot of attention, heterosexual
american men becoming quite rare and while Mark ate it up, Rob was more taciturn.
Miru liked him and Jess still had the eye for Rob as well, but respected that he was Gata's man. Rob vacillated from indifference to the truth that he found
many of them to be gorgeous. But he did not want Gata to feel jealous. Mark always told him to do the opposite but Rob would not bend on that. Dumbrowski
had no time to play games. He did not say much but rather let the women around him talk and talk and talk which they were inclined to do. Most of the
conversation was about work but in this case each new day at their job brought unique and near disastrous new challenges.
"Oh man, last week that blob thing..ugh. It was so disgusting and when we figured out its weakness it formed a giant humanoid shape out of the paralyzed
bodies of the inmates. Thats when we realized it was sentient, it knew we would not attack it head on so as not to harm the inmates inside..sneaky."
Miru was talking about it as if it was just some minor annoyance. She looked at Rob and smiled. Rob decided to be polite.
"How did it turn out?" He said quietly and took another swig of dry cider.
"We froze it and then had to get the inmates out carefully before they suffocated. None were harmed or killed, unfortunately. The Three amigas
were among them. The second Black Widow regained consciousness she threatened to sue us all again..heh. Silly bitch, we at Hanover are to
immune to any charges, criminal or civil." Miru seemed quite pleased at that fact.
Rob felt angry for a second. Bragging about their immunity to any sort of oversight because they were backed by the Government. The anger soon
dissipated as he remembered that such things as the constitution or libertarianism meant little to him now. It was the ghost of his past beliefs and
virtues still echoing from the tomb of disillusionment. A ghost he needed to exorcise once and for all. The ghost had not been wrong but it was no longer
right either, what it extolled was for things that no longer existed.
"How is Vera Khan doing?" Gata asked, a cranberry and vodka in her hand. "I always liked her, the nicest and sweetest assassin I have ever come across."
"Ha. She is always coming along and close to getting into minimum security and then something wacky happens and she gets her hands on
jacket and then the whole joint gets turned upside down. She's in strict isolation again, I'm sorry to say. But she was indeed smiling last time I checked
the security camera to her cell." Jess laughed and then gulped down another pint of guinness.
"Oh..poor Vera." Gata looked concerned.
"Well Gata, I know its a sad truth but many of the patients here are never coming out." Miru said matter of factly.
"Way to ruin the mood, Miru, god!" Jess rolled her eyes.
"Well nothing is impossible. I made it, so did a lot of others. Its not quite so hopeless." Sandra added.
"Quite. If I could make it." A familiar english accent came from behind the girls. Emily Waterflower aka Emily Coulson aka Britannia was visiting.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Hanover crew squealed in feminine delight at the sight of their sister who had been MIA for a while.
Rob looked around for Mark but he was already by the bar, hitting on a brunette off duty nurse who had once been a super criminal known
for using a female magician gimmick. He was left alone to be submerged by the waves of estrogen. Smiling he finished his second
strongbow. It was not so bad and he had to admit he was relaxed and enjoying himself. That a throwback loser like him was even in the presence
of so many 'super heroines' and now a celebrity billionaire wife was like a cosmic joke. He would not question it further and went to get another cider.
When he returned he saw the famous Emily Waterflower aka Emily Coulson smiling at him along with Gata.'
"So this is your boyfriend?" Yeah, he could tell she was looking at his tattoos and figuring that Rob was an ex con loser. "So
nice to meet you." She shook his hand firmly and she was quite strong.
"You met him before, he is..er was the Black Ram." Gata explained.
"Oh yes, you threw me into a moving bus when I fought you lot a few years ago, very naughty!"
Gulp! "Uh..oh..I..that was an accident. heh. I'm real sorry Mrs Coulson. I freaked out thinking you died and then I saw you get up and look
pissed we all got out of there..heh.." Rob felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden. He should not have come here.
"AHAHAHAHA!" Brittania slapped him on the back , buckling the big man. "Oh thats quite alright, none of us are saints and I must say that
was an excellent throw." The freckled red head winked at him to show him there were no hard feelings.
"I mean Miru here has punched me more than a few times. Everyone of us has done violence of some sort to the other at some point.
Alien possession, misunderstandings, nervous breakdowns and fights over boys." Emily hugged the mega nurse tightly with a smile, Miru
returning the gesture. "Its okay, Robert..you can relax here."
Rob gulped his third cider. Man the stuff was refreshing and hid its alcohol well. Thats when Gata put her arms around him and pulled him to her on
one of the lounge couches. Jess also creeped closer eyeing him and Gata. Natasha eyed Jess. The party was just beginning.
Over the next few hours things became blurry. Rob seemed to remember singing karaoke with various Hanover girls and at
one point was singing both "Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest with Britannia and "How Soon is Now?" by the Smiths with Jess.
Then dancing with Gata to some R&B which then turned into some break dancing. Holy crap, Rob had not had this much fun in a while.
No it had to be a dream. Something terrible was waiting in the wings. Some fool was going to try and sucker punch him or get their friends to
jump him all together. Bring it.
Nothing. The place was mostly women who all knew each other and worked for the medico-penal complex right outside.
By the time the place was closing Rob knew that he had just experienced a good time and instead of stumbling home alone,
a beautiful coffee skinned women he had known for half his life was hugging and kissing him and helping him walk. There was Mark and some women he
did not recognize. Surely danger awaited on the bus ride home. God could not allow Rob to have good things for more than a minute, it had to end soon.
Calamity was just around the corner, it had to be.
Instead he was now in a cab. The woman was paying the fair and soon they were at their building. Before he knew it, Gata and him were now
engaging in carnal pursuits. Rob growled and Gata giggled as was her habit. He heard Mark and his new friend in the living room. Matt was nowhere to
be found as was Papillion. Good. This was the Boys night.
The last thing he remembered was hugging Gata. Not tightly or controlling but like he was hanging onto a life preserver. In the moment,
where the past and future were one he felt beyond this world. Gata. I would die and be reborn a thousand times to keep you safe through the ages.
The fragrance of her skin and the texture of her hair the last sensation he felt.
"Urggghhhhhhh.." The Beast stirred..why the hell was the alarm on? He was off today..go back to sleep.
10 am Thanksgiving Day
Thank god the six legs had been annihilated at least for now. Thank the black market for black flag! The presence of the pests made cooking in the kitchen less appetizing and
geared one towards takeout. There was much work for Rob today. Cooking a traditional Thanksgiving meal for a skeptical and indifferent audience known as his roommates.
Two cups of coffee and now it was time to begin.
A hour or so later Gata woke up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. Yawning all the way into the kitchen. She saw her man cutting leek and sweet potatoes and checking pots on the stove.
"So you are really going through with it, huh?" Rob turned around, he looked tired.
"Oh yeah, this should all be ready by six..a little later then I wanted but.."
Gata smiled, walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This was a good man and an angel sent from above although she knew he would laugh off such a statement.
Rob stopped stirring the gravy and returned her hug with a kiss. She reciprocated and soon Rob forgot about cooking.
A few minutes later he returned to his duties with a new assistant. "You don't mind helping me with this, my lady of leisure?"
"Oh, Im not due for any major parties till late december, I think I can slum for a while.." Gata was serious. Pap and her were planning on crashing
some upscale functions for the holidays for some extra funds. Rob didn't want to know any more about it.
An hour later the rest of the residents of 1784 Ridgley Road apartment 37 awoke to the smell of cooking, a rare exotic phenomenon.
"What the heck is this?" Mark yawned. "Bro, you serious about this thanksgiving nonsense?"
"You'll thank me later when your stuffing your face." Rob retorted. He then noticed a figure behind Mark.
"Uh..hey! tee hee." The girl Mark had picked up last night, the one who had paid their cab fare. The former Marna the Magnificent.
"Oh hey, our guest. Get ready for a good ol fashioned thanksgiving meal. In your case for getting us home." Rob smiled.
"Oh, okay. I have a midnight shift but I have to get shopping before that so maybe I could stay for a little bit.."
Shopping. On Thanksgiving. Rob shuddered.
"Yeah, man you know we are hitting up the Black Friday shit later!" Mark winked at Gata.
Rob turned to Gata. "You guys are going out tonight?"
Gata looked uncomfortable. "Uh..heh..yeah, we were planning to go out after you go to bed."
Rob looked stunned. "But you guys have no money, what the hell can you even buy?"
Gata was silent.
Mark poured some coffee for his lady friend. "Bro, how dumb are you. We plan to come back WITH money..and a few other items, heh. All those
people beating the shit out of each other, the heart attacks, the chaos its perfect!"
"BAM!!" Rob slammed down one of the unused pots and walked out.
Everyone in the kitchen was silent. Mark was the first to say anything.
"Well I guess we better not tell him about the job offer we got from the government, huh?"
Rob was outside in the rather chilly northern california november. He watched people walk by, the shops were all open and it seemed like just
another day. The only significance Thanksgiving had was as a federal holiday off for the govt workers. The real holiday was now the almighty
and unholy Black Friday. If he smoked he would have busted one out but instead he just pondered the universe again.
"Between Overlords and Consumer Drones." Rob quoted the immortal Earth Crisis. But the drones were fully to blame as well, the way to control
people was not through the boot at least not in the beginning but through appeals to weakness. Why did Robert try to hold on to a tradition
itself that was suspect, an intolerant and fatalistic bunch of outcasts who had torn apart their home country in the 1600's and then decided to
set up shop and build a new jerusalem, elsewhere? People he seemed to be the living incarnation of in his view of this evil, evil universe
of the walking corpses known as humanity.
That Pilgrim thing was partly a myth anyway. It was harvest festival in the end and while undoubtably religious what was so wrong in giving thanks
to God? It seemed a contradiction. But piety meant something. It meant everything. If one did not respect anything greater than the food and stuff
and sex, what was the whole bloody point?
"Dude shut the fuck up and enjoy the moment. Be thankful for the warmth of your apartment, the food, a hot piece of latina ass like Gata
and the fact that you are a man who can look into the mirror and see someone who has honor and respect."
It was the fascist voice again, Rob was starting to make peace with it.
"Now lets go finish cooking and make sure you say grace!"
Now the inner puritan was vying for control.
Rob returned to find Matt back from an all night expedition. Pap was also back. He said hello to Matt and totally ignored the sulking bitch who
was sitting on the couch.
"Hey man, glad your back. Prepare to have a nice home cooked meal." Rob smiled.
"Oh? Oh yes its Thanksgiving isn't it." Matt seemed almost half out of it.
"Just sit back and relax brother, I know its probably not up to the level of your cooking staff at the estate but I'm sure you will like it."
Back in the kitchen Rob was being super careful, following every instruction and watching over every item. It was hard because every body
had their own ways and tips of cooking. But it felt good, cooking as the other inhabitants watched TV and started to have a few drinks again.
Booze was never in short supply.
Then the moment of truth arrived.
Rob made the table, which was rather small but supplemented by a smaller table they found on the street. The food was lined up
and everyone started shuffling to the table.
Matt looked half asleep, Marna kept looking at her watch, Pap refused to come in and stayed on the couch with a bottle of wine. Good
more room at the table.
However Gata looked enthusiastic and Mark was his bro so he was all in as they say.
"Yeah, lets get our grub on!! Whooo!!!" he banged the table with his fists, a fork and knife in each.
"Wait, before we start its time to say a little something..I wish I knew a proper prayer but I think the sentiment will suffice."
"Dear Lord, we thank you for this bountiful feast in this dark and uncertain time. To be together and not as guests of the state, to have freedom however
disenfranchised. To not know what the future holds but to face it with courage and to face it together. To be like a family even if our real families have
been scattered or destroyed by the trend of this dying age. I cherish you all I just want you to know that. Amen."
"Ahhh shut the fuck, you dumb two bit leg breaking polack.."
Pap was drunk and was letting her feelings on the matter be known.
Rob ignored it while Gata went to get up in a rage at her former girlfriend. "No, Gata, its okay." Rob grabbed her shoulder.
"Turkey, stuffing with sausage and leek, sweet potatoes, Pumpkin/butternut squash soup, gravy and cranberry sauce. The traditional Thanksgiving
fare although to be authentic for the first one in New England it should have been, fowl, venison, oysters and lobsters. Thats alright, fishing
and hunting were illegal and Rob could not do that anyway unless he learned how use a bow or a suppressed fire arm or air gun. People still hunted
despite the ban but Rob was in the middle of the city. Someday.
Gata herself felt conflicted. Thanksgiving was the beginning of the European genocide of the Native Americans. Of course Rob argued with
her that their was no 'America' till Europeans arrived. Her cultural marxist tendencies ran into the wall of any right wing thinking that rejected
the traditional American conservatism which was handicapped by its liberal origins. The irony was that Rob then turned around and rooted for
and respected the Indians for their fighting prowess and for the fact that they saw what the industrial and commerce obsessed mindset would lead to.
The Indians were farsighted enough to see that this worldview would ultimately lead to the destruction of humanity, its tradition and its very nature.
Rob was so infuriating because of his nuanced and rare way of looking at things.
Once they started eating though, all such political thoughts gave way to the primal satisfaction of hunger to fresh and home cooked food stuffs.
An hour later they were finished. The pumpkin pie was out as was coffee. Everyone was pleasantly surprised that it came out
halfway decent, especially the turkey which Rob had successfully kept from being dry. Matt got up and look like he could barely
stand up. But he looked at Rob with a smile regardless.
"That was great meal Robert and I'm not just saying that. Thank you." He shook his former rival's hand and then retired to the bedroom
for some sleep.
"Amazing! Great Job, bro! I'm stuffed!" Mark gave him a shoulder bump.
Rob felt surreal, things were working out. It was like a dream, a dream that he didn't want to end.
"Heyy guys look those Reapers attacked the city again..hah…" Pap slurred.."Girlls after my owwnn heartttt…ahahhahah!!"
"What!?" They all piled into the room to watch the news bulletin on the tele screen. Faint explosions could be heard in the distance.
"The Reapers are attacking areas all over the city. Concern over the threat and how it will affect retail sales for Black Friday are currently being addressed
by the mayors office." The gay news reporter read off a teleprompter.
"Those bitches.." Rob snarled.
"Ahahahahaha..there gonna cut all your dicks off…ahahaahaha!" Pap was falling over laughing in inebriated bliss.
"Pap!!" Gata angrily grabbed her friend. 'What the hell is wrong with you!!"
"Oh crap, there calling me. I gotta get back to Hanover..emergency protocol. Thanks for the meal. Mark call me!" Marna winked and then
got her stuff and ran out.
"Wait let me escort you, its dangerous out there!" Mark followed her into the hallway.
Rob's phone began to beep as well.
"Yeah. Yeah? What?" Rob's eyes widened.
Gata saw the look of concern on his face. He looked as if he was told some bad news.
"That was my friend at work, our job site, the new construction building was destroyed..I have no job anymore.."
Rob stumbled back into the kitchen.
He knew it. He knew something bad would happen..now there was no money. It might take months to be reassigned. He had heard
horror stories about guys waiting for work. Sure there was unemployment but it was hardly enough and was backed up after the last
budget crisis. He might not see a dime for months. But the rent was always due. He saved what he could but it was hardly enough.
Two months rent tops.
"Rob what happened?" Gata grabbed his face gently and turned it to her. Her brown eyes glistening.
"Well, I don't have to come into work tomorrow…heh.."
Gata hugged her man tightly. She respected Rob for refusing to steal or take a hand out unlike the rest of them. But she
knew this would be a blow to his already fragile sense of being.
"We will get through this Rob, we will survive.." Gata murmured.
Rob began to laugh.
"Did you ever think I sold out to the bourgeois? Gata? This is an opportunity. I did all I could..maybe this is a sign from god himself."
Gata was silent. Mark returned. Marna had convinced him, quite accurately, that as a woman she was relatively safe from the Reapers
but that Mark was a target out there.
"Well she is on the way to Hanover..damn. I really wanted to go out for Black Friday tonight."
"We are going." Rob said tersely.
Gata and Mark stared at Rob with widened eyes. Rob was going to take part in the materialistic hedonism of the dying carcass of the United States
Rob smiled and then had an almost evil look on his face.
"I'm sure the majority of people will still risk their worthless lives for this night of capitalistic lumpenprole sheep mentality insanity. Might as well
take advantage. We are all ghosts in the machine anyway..I've been a fool for upholding values that no longer serve anything other than as
my chains to a parasitic society."
"Rob, are you…serious?" Mark and Gata stared at him. They had not expected this.
"Oh yeah, a few more drinks my comrades and then let us go forth and take what we can from the carcass we call America!"
Gata and Mark smiled.
"Maybe we can take out one of those Reaper bitches too..let me clear the table first."
Afterwards Rob watched the old film King Kong, a Thanksgiving tradition among his ancestors on his smart pad. Gata silently disapproved of the racism
and sexism of the old film but knew not to mention this in front of reactionary radical Rob. Rob identified with no human in the film, although he liked the old
school plain talking fedora wearing tough white guys of the past, but with Kong himself..fighting against the world, primitive or civilized. Jennifer Rivera was
his own personal Fay Wray.
When it was over Rob stood up.
"Lets get dressed and lets get whats ours.."
To Be Continued in The Black Ram Black Friday Special.