The NULL Solution = Episode 138
…Our military is to blame, got the bright idea to attach bombs to a remote-control plane…
The sound of tablas, tamburs, ghichaks, and rubabs echo throughout the Crippen family room. Not one soul can belly-dance a lick, though Mindy and Marscie join in regardless of skill level. Before long, everyone is in the spirit.
The decibel level is just loud enough to drown out the sound of a passing drone, not that patrol drones are unheard of here, just not in the evening.
During her heyday, Fatima Afridi had avoided death threats on her harrowing overland trip to Istanbul. She endured Florida Panhandle culture shock in her efforts to blend in. She has successfully in raised 2 beautiful and smart daughters, all the while supporting her Aldona.
Her sweet loving and important husband has made it to 75, when he had cheated death 30 years earlier… Back then he swam to safety amid a hail of gunfire and rode The New Orient Express to Paris.
Today he dances.
The dancing stops when a ground shaking thud staggers the party, rocking the knick-knacks and trophies off their perches. Many a strange noise can be heard around these parts these days, but none like this.
“You take the four-wheeler Fitch, I’ll bring the Hummer,” Roy leaps to action.
They arrive to find a smoldering crater where the Fitch house used to be.
“I was just watching Murder on the Orient Express, a classic 1974 British mystery film. Spoiler alert: everyone on the train is guilty.”
“How ironic is that? Afridi took that train to meet his wife in ’29 or ’30,” reflects Roy with depressed undertones.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to see the old bugger… less than a month now you know.”
It is time for cold hard facts. “Fatima is dead.”
As if prolonged space travel doesn’t make you pale enough. The loss of a family friend leaves Gus speechless.
“The bastards must have found out where he was living, bombed his house… the rest of the family was at our house celebrating his birthday.”
“Did you catch ‘em?”
“It was a damned drone, snuck in under the no-fly defenses!”
“The inventor of the remote control should be losing sleep right about now.”
“I have a feeling that Nikola Tesla died with a clear conscience. Our military is to blame, got the bright idea to attach bombs to a remote-control plane.”
“His life is a pile of smoldering rubble. He will be staying in your room until you get back, that’s if he ever leaves GLF. He’s working on that global defense stuff, which by the way is hush-hush. I had to quash an amateur stargazer pic of that alien ship the other day. The planet would be up for grabs if that leaks out, for all the chicken littles to see.”
“We’ve been watching it in our rearview mirror. That ain’t no ordinary spacecraft.”
“Damn straight! You better have Stanley step on the gas,” even though they are already maxed out.
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