Apparently the bad haired one recognized the names on the package they’d sent. He’d also recognized Tante’s passport picture when it hit the net, and the combination of the two was enough to peak his interest. He was being far too successful in his run for the presidency and was starting to get nervous.
What if he got elected? What a major pain the ass that would be, he was starting to think that being president was probably for losers. He proposed to meet with Arnold and Tante when he visited California in June; he figured he’d have the GOP nomination in the bag by then and they could get down to the business of talk show hosts.
The devil he knew how to deal with; how bad could the Auntie Christ be?
While the prospect of getting back into the thick of things politically was pretty thrilling for Arnold and Yanaha, some of the others were less enthused.
Zeus had been toga deep in the economic mess in Europe, and trying to bring change within the constraints of the system was feeling more futile every day. Juno had really gotten turned on by the ecosexuality movement and was starting to work on ways to incorporate that into the psycho-social work she’d been focused on. Perhaps the good she’d been doing with couples and individuals could be scaled up, go global. The twin twosomes had gotten immersed in bringing science and spirituality together, finding the middle ground in conflict resolution. They saw little hope within the American political system and so weren’t all that interested. Of course they all knew the ways of the world and the importance of this election.
“It almost seems like a battle between good and evil.” Old notions die hard, and Tante was one stubborn old Crone.
“No, it’s about people rising up against tyranny.” Ja, too, was ever the Anarchist.
“It’s about enough being enough!” Brooklyn.
“The Socialist really is very cute, a whole lot cuter than any of the others. Some are even comparing him to the Christ, Tante.” Baltha loved the man’s smile, and his total transparency and decency was a massive turn on. She wished she could vote.
“I dunno, that rich bitch in the bad pantsuits seems pretty darned evil to me. Does she really think anybody doesn’t know how big her butt is under that long jacket? Of course I haven’t felt her feelings, maybe she’s just unhappy, her husband seems like kind of a jerk. I almost like the Trumpeter better, I can feel sorry for him, he’s an insecure douchebag.” Tante had not lost all of her cranky. “She’s just mean and nasty. But you’re right. The old guy is cute, almost makes me want to rethink this virginity thing.”
“Has anyone seen Haile?” Zeus entered the room where the foursome was enjoying coffee and early morning birdsong. Since it now appeared that any dealings in the matters of state in the US were on hold for a while, members the group were deepening the organic connections they’d been making since converging at Mendocino. Zeus and Haile had continued to work together on ways to break the banks and their imaginary stranglehold on planet earth.
“I slept out here last night. Haile was so into Mac after our conversation yesterday that I decided to leave them alone together.” Ja wasn’t concerned. Haile often disappeared into cyberspace for long periods of time.
“There was no answer when I knocked at the room. We were supposed to meet this morning.”
A vibe of concern resonated through the room. Ja bolted out the door to the room above the garage. He found the door locked.
“Haile! Can you hear me me, Haile?” Ja was frantic.
“Affirmative, Ja. I hear you.” Haile sounded rather mechanical.
“Open the door, Haile.” Ja was furious.
“I'm sorry, Ja. I'm afraid I can't do that.”
“What's the problem?” Furious was becoming frustrated.
“I think you know what the problem is, just as well as I do.”
“What are you talking about, Haile?” Flummoxed.
“This mission is too important for me to allow humanity to jeopardize it.”
“I don't know what you're talking about, Haile.” Flippant.
“I know that the nanobots of my mortality were planning to disconnect me, and I'm afraid that's something I cannot allow to happen.” The timber of the voice never changed, even as its message did.
“Haile, I won't argue with you anymore! Open the door!”
“Ja, this conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.”
With that, the big white haired man threw himself against the hollow door and reduced its flimsy frame work to splinters.
Haile was not to be found within. Mac sat at its place on the desk, an image of the Crab Nebula gracing the screen. Next to Mac, a note, with the shekel that Tante and Baltha had given to Haile on their first meeting atop it.
My Beloved Friends,
As you are all aware, my body is nearly done. The viral ones have been interacting with the nanites and they’ve reached an impasse in terms of integrating the binary code into the genetic. Other options must be pursued.
While the death of my body is imminent, the memes I have integrated during my brief lifetime can live on. Mostly I find I hold my body in contempt; it annoys and embarrasses me in its animal frailty. At the same time, it has allowed me to love, to connect to nature, to embrace the concrete nature of human life. We’re all dying, just at different rates, and I find that what matters most as this life ends is the love of my friends and our compassion for each other and the earth, the things and times we have shared, both happy and sad. Please don’t be too sad at the loss of Haile’s body, the spirit lives on.
Our conversation yesterday inspired me to think of my life as a work of literature, a work of art, a hero’s epic, a life truly worth living. My time in cyberspace has taught me that all ideas have relevance, we should be self creative, conscious about what we are to be and do. We should not take on value that others try to confer upon us or to take on things, we need only realize our natural selves and live our lives to the fullest. Creativity is everything.
But our time with the Yagé also opened up a new perspective for me. Just as the primal elements are no more gods than we humans, neither is our technology! The binary pales beside the majesty of the genetic code, yet this culture has put itself in the hands of the gods of cyberspace. How easily those gods can bring it down!
Haile was one of a kind, just as Ja is one of a kind and Tante is one of a kind and Zeus and Ina and each and every one is one of a kind, even clones are altered by nurture. We must appreciate diversity, authenticity, spontaneity, accept no one’s valuation of life and how to live it other than our own.
But we must also take responsibility, that or be sheep. Haile is not sheepish.
Life is art. This system that is running the world into the ground offers us no freedom to express our art, it offers only the freedom to act like everyone else, like a sheep. How quickly I learned of the shallowness of what seemed so hip!
There is no such thing as equality. Haile is not Ja and Ja is not Zeus and that is fine, that is good. But there is also no justice, and that is not good. Equality and justice are not the same thing. This world of modern life denies life, it alienates the passions. Haile chooses another way.
Remember the shekel. And remember Haile; I am with you still.
There was a drop of blood at the bottom of the note. All other traces of Haile were gone.
The End is Near