You are the Mappriest, servant of the sacred Scroll that illuminates heaven and earth. The entire telepresence of your tribe depends on you to interpret its mysteries and guide their every move,
Your authority is unquestioned, and the power of life and death rests in your hands.
I was there when Kramer’s Gorgon rose out of the sea, just as Stanislaw Kramer had predicted. He didn’t call it a gorgon – Kramer’s Gorgon is the name the community gave it in light of the total metaphysical and parapsychological paralysis Stan suffered upon completing his calculations.
“before we gave it to them”
That was the phrase that boomed through my mind – “before we gave it to them.”
“Did you hear about Jorvik?”
“No, what did he do this time?”
“He showed up for fencing practice wearing lipstick.”
“Ha ha ha! He’s so crazy!”
“No, man, it was blue lipstick.”
“What? No way. Where’d he even get that?”
“Nobody. Nobody kills him. He lives.”
“You mean he wins? Jesus, Grandpa! What did you read me this thing for?”