Thursday
August 21, 2014

Life on Life's Terms

Eye of the storm

   She was at it again.  Blaming others on social media for the drama in her life.  Her previous posts fell into three categories.  How they were wrong.  How she was right.  How they had betrayed her.  She never seemed to see her role in any of the drama.

Today I will wonder if there's drama swirling all around me because I'm the center of the storm?

Life on Life's Terms (c) 2014 by Ken Montrose

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Smart Bears, Angry Rats

The Devil You Say!   75 years from now

T Cell dropped by his father's office, hoping to surprise him.  He found his father packing up boxes under the glare of two security guards.

"What are you doing?" he asked his dad.

Sammy stared at him, wondering just how much he should tell the boy.  'He's not really a boy anymore,' Sammy thought.  'Time he knew the way the world works.'  "I'm changing labs."

"Why?" a dumbfounded T Cell asked.  

"I was willing to do whatever it takes to find the cure.  Ubutu was not.  Son, sometimes you have to stand your ground with rich and powerful people like Ubutu.  They'll plow you under if you let them."

T'cell knew his father and he knew a little about Ubutu.  He also knew b.s. when he heard it.  "C'mon Dad!  What's the real reason?"

"I told you the real reason.  Ubutu isn't willing to do what it takes.  I've found somebody who is."

T Cell stared at his father.  He noticed the dark circles under his eyes and goose pimples on his arms.  "You're doing Lil' Bit!  What the *&&^%$%  Dad!  Ubutu fired you because you're hooked on Lil' Bit.  That stuff is nasty. You get a virus, and your brain fries, and you don't sleep, and you die mumbling to yourself about how smart you are."

"Lil' Bit does make you smarter!  Lil' Bit is the key to finding the cure!  Besides, if Lil' Bit is as bad as you say, better to stick with it than to try something new that might be worse.  Better the devil you know."  

"Better no devil at all!" T Cell yelled.  He wanted to tell Sammy he didn't need something to make him smarter, but he knew his father couldn't hear him.

Better no devil than the devil you know.

Smart Bears, Angry Rats (c) 2014 by Ken Montrose