Gloria entered the lab that morning with plots hatching in her
head. When she ran the experiments and trials that day, she never
mentioned the rat who was outdistancing all the others and often sat
and stared at her. She did not want Porter to be suspicious of
anything.
She needn't have worried. Porter spent the day in his usual
self-absorption, his most pressing thought for the day being where to
have lunch. He never noticed that she altered times and outcomes on the
reports, she wanted to downplay the performance of this rat. In
doing so, she was not being a dutiful researcher but she also realized
that the powers that be would not listen to her findings. That is
why she had to take Einstein, 4251. That is why she was
considering this next boldly insane move.
At home, Willoughby watched the TV that Gloria had been so thoughtful
to leave on for him. The usual scenes were flashing by his eyes
when he noticed something interesting. A young human, a child,
was playing with a toy. It was a box with knobs that looked
something like the television and as he turned the knobs lines and
pictures appeared on it's tiny screen. Willoughby had noted that humans
often used implements that turned lines and circles into patterns
through which they communicated. These patterns of language were
often shown across the television screen and he assumed they had a
relationship to the voice that boomed behind them. He had
never thought of learning these patterns, it had never seemed possible
before for him to make them. But now, a thought occurred to him
that never had before and he scurried into the bedroom to search under
the bed for something he had seen there many times.
The day at the lab went slowly for Gloria, she was nervous and
unsure. Her thoughts ran wild with possibilities and yet she knew
that if she embarked on this dangerous course she could endanger her
position.
"I am taking the day off Friday", Porter suddenly offered.
Gloria stared at Porter. This was the first time since he had
started working here that anything he said had interested her in the
slightest, but now she listened with heightened attention, barely able
to keep her excitement out of her voice.
"Oh? Why is that Porter?"
"Because it is going to be a beautiful weekend, Beautiful, and I want
to enjoy it. Gonna go stay at a friend's beachhouse". He
didn't notice the icy look she shot him when he called her Beautiful
and for once she didn't bother to remind him that she had a real name.
"You should get out more too, you know. You aren't bad looking,
you might even find someone. If you stay cooped up here with no
one but the rats for company Gloria, you are going to wake up one day
very lonely and very frustrated. Of course, if you ever start to feel
frustrated, you know I would be glad to be of service."
He was odious. But he was going to be gone for a whole day.
That was enough to brighten her spirits in itself but it also gave her
time to think, to plan. She left the lab that night, full of
ideas and a strange sense of anticipation.
Gloria went home that evening to find that Einstein had somehow found
the Etch-A-Sketch that her niece had lost months ago in her apartment.
She had scoured the entire apartment to the wailing voice in the pitch
of a 3 year old girl, but never located it. It was strange and
she wondered how he had come across it. Stranger still, was that
he was playing with the knobs.
"Where did you find that, Einstein?" Gloria asked. Seeing that
the screen was full and that he could make no more lines, she took the
Etch-A-Sketch and shook it upside down to clear it.
"This is better now, you can start over", she said as she set it back
down on the floor in front of him. "You get up to strange things when I
am not home, don't you Einstein?"
Willoughby stared at the toy in front of him, the screen was blank
again. So that is how it is done, he thought. But no matter
how he tried, he could not think of a manner in which he could
accomplish this himself. When he had finally mastered this
pattern language he would have to do it perfectly the first time.
But this was not his first concern right now. First he must learn
and formulate his message to his rescuer. He looked up at Gloria
with love in his eyes. She was the first and only human he had
ever truly cared for. He must find a way to communicate with her.
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A Rat's Tale II - Part 2
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Re: A Rat's Tale II - Part 2
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Anonymous
on Wed 06 Jul 2005 05:25 PM EDT | Permanent Link
Glod says: Your rodent fixation is worrying, but at least it's better than po-ems.
Re: Re: A Rat's Tale II - Part 2
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Ned
on Wed 06 Jul 2005 06:01 PM EDT | Profile | Permanent Link
Yes, I seem to have a thing for rats, of all different types.
Drat, and I have several poems just waiting to go... I will post them while you are on holidays so as not to burden you with them. I am still trying to think up some misanthropy for you as a going away present. How long do I have? Re: A Rat's Tale II - Part 2
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Anonymous
on Wed 06 Jul 2005 06:30 PM EDT | Permanent Link
Glod says: About the 15th, and then you'll have about 2 and a half weeks to get the po-ems out of your system. I'm told that 5 nights of this holiday will be spent without sunset in the arctic on this archipelago (can you see that coloured splodge above Norway?), with no roads between towns, 6 degrees celsius temperatures, and polar bears which can act in three different ways depending on how you meet them, so three different methods to remember to avoid horrible deaths, so that time would be good to use for poems.
It's great having a parent who cares. Re: A Rat's Tale II - Part 2
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Anonymous
on Thu 07 Jul 2005 04:32 PM EDT | Permanent Link
Glod says: I forgot to mention the rabies, sorry about that.
Re: A Rat's Tale II - Part 2
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on Thu 07 Jul 2005 05:28 PM EDT | Profile | Permanent Link
I am officially on the edge of my seat with this tale now. Maybe he would be best served conjuring up the ghost of Charlotte for further enlightenment, kind of like Paramount did! It still does not make me ever want to own a rat, but will perhaps keep me from dreading visits to NYC, should I ever end up needing to go there.
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