Wax, or the Discovery of Television Among the Bees Page #3

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Every tape was a square of real landscape.

I could feel those places -

there were people there.

To hit a simulated target was to secretly

prepare murder against the real target.

Eventually, there would be real ghosts.

I had to decide now.

I was on a mission.

I turned off the radar, and headed

towards the moon.

The dead had attacked me.

Now I would attack THEM.

I was protected.

They wanted me dead,

but I would kill them before they

killed me.

I spent the night at a motel.

The next morning

I visited some friends at the National

Solar Observatory in the mountains.

We watched the clouds on television.

Then I went home.

I wasn't a killer...

I was a beekeeper.

There was only one way I could go.

I wanted to use the bees

to go back to the Garden of Eden.

The bees were waiting for me.

They pierced the side of my head.

Through this hole, they inserted

a mirrored crystal.

I had discovered television

among the bees.

Through the television, I could read

my grandfather's diary

at the Garden of Eden.

Ella Spiralum and Zoltan Abbassid

returned from New Mexico the next Spring.

Strangely, the Mesopotamian bees had

multiplied over the Winter.

The hives were filled with

their clear honey.

James 'Hive' Maker never harvested

as early as he did that year.

The colonies were so crowded,

everyday there was a new swarming.

Hive Maker followed lines of

Mesopotamian bees

away from the farm, and found

wild colonies in the trees

and caves of the surrounding

countryside.

That Spring,

Ella Spiralum began work on a device

that would allow the dead to travel

to our world.

She combined her brother's techniques of

ectoplasmic cinematography

with her knowledge of electrical

telephony.

She called the device, the electric

telescope.

Spinning discs scanned mourners left

behind by the dead,

changing their pictures to sounds

which were transmitted by

telephone wires.

The receiver changed the sounds to

moving pictures of the dead

which could float free and alive...

in the air.

During all this activity

the bee scientist, Zoltan Abbassid,

conducted his own experiments

on the Mesopotamian bees

he'd provided 'Hive' Maker.

I could see further through the

television,

out to the Deseret Test Facility,

where weapons were flying through

the air.

They were killing each other.

It was up to me to kill someone...

...that was where I had to go.

The X-shaped gun sight floated

before my eyes...

I was Cain.

That was my mark.

God would protect me from my victims.

Melissa called from work.

I told her that I was going to the

Deseret Test Facility

to look at the Army's implementation

of the Airbattle Mission Simulator.

I had no idea how long I would be gone.

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