We have to fight them. As there will always be vampires there will always be homosexuals. But as long as they do not fight us We leave them alone, for the same reasons We leave the vampires alone. We have homosexual supporters. They are just as afraid of the open homosexual movement as We are! They're afraid that eventually it will turn the public against the quiet ones as well as the vocal ones. We're always fair, We're always just. If people cooperate with Us We get along with them just fine! When they don't We have to deal with them. It's that simple! When there's rogue vampires that are attacking the innocent We deal with them, just as We deal with rogue homosexuals."
"Damn!" David moaned, "As Esther says, why is it that everything you say makes so damned much sense? I'm quite sure every damn thing you say is true! I can't imagine, I can't imagine that they live among us! We see them on the streets every day, some of them may even work for us! Yet we have no idea."
The Ancient One smiled. "Absolutely true!" he remarked. "You have no idea who some of the people working for you are, no idea!"
A spirit rose before them and The Ancient One went "Ah! Something to act upon!" His companions quickly followed him to finish the night's work.
We thought we'd done the last story for The President & The First Lady,
but somebody wanted one more little thing, so here it is!
As always, we hope they enjoy it!
JUST A CLARIFICATION
By Gerald A. Polley
The Ancient One was enjoying his first night off. He had gone into The Afterlife and was doing some numbers with his favorite band, much to the delight of the crowd they were entertaining. He had just finished a set when he saw David's chief Worker on the side of the stage, who motioned to him. The Ancient One went over. "Trouble the first night?" The Ancient One asked.
"My master has run into a situation," the Worker remarked, "that he needs your consent on. The controller of the project that you shut down the other day sent a message that he needed to see him. The man explained that his wife was smitten with one of the little girls that they had charge of. They fear that if she is returned to her parents she will simply be sold again, or, worse. He seeks permission to take custody of her himself, make her part of his family. He is getting a job as a high school teacher in an exclusive school, getting out of anything to do with his old work. My master feels that his request is sincere and would grant consent. But he would not dare alter your instructions without your consent."
"Hmm!" The Ancient One remarked, "Well! I will certainly trust his judgment. If he believes these people are sincere we will most certainly permit them to care for the child. But we will want the name and address of these parents. If they are so uncaring of their own children it is doubtful they care much about other peoples'. And there is no telling what they might be doing! We'll want to take a good hard look. You call David your master. Are you a bound servant?"
"Yes," the spirit answered, "but I would prefer not to discuss that subject. I'm sure your bound servants do not like explaining why they are tied to their master no more than I do."
"Perfectly understandable!" The Ancient One agreed. "Continue on your duties. But assure your master that if he has any problems, whatsoever, needs any advice, I am at his disposal. I still remember when I first took these duties fully, and the difficulties I had!"
"I can't imagine," the spirit remarked, "you having any difficulties!"
The Ancient One smiled. The spirit returned his smile and hurried off. He returned to the band. "What are we doing next?" he asked.
The band leader looked around. "How about one of your favorites," he suggested, "'I'm A Believer', your version?"
The Ancient One motioned his companion over to the microphone, the band struck up and they began to belt it out.
THE END
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To The First Lady- You Did The Impossible!
Gerald sent his 30th letter to The First Lady Sunday. It features a new song Kurt Cobain wrote for his rock opera based on Gerald's science fiction story "Whacko The Clown"! Awesome stuff! Here's the link.
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