The House Has Been Broken In Half
The very next day Habakkuk came over for dinner, he had not wanted to get out of his dingy residence, but Lauren had insisted upon it. She also made sure that Danny participated.
Antoinette had gone out to eat with Shangra, her new buddy from the gym, and so it was just the three of them. You might want to know how Lauren, not usually a jealous person felt about the new Shangra friendship. Well knowing her as well as I do, which is probably very well, I think she was having a Morphine Attack! For the sake of those readers that are not well educated and this is the first book that they read or for the sake of those that are not familiar with the concept of a morphine attack, I shall explain.
A morphine attack is an emotional paralysis with full blown consequences that may only manifest in a future context, at this very moment Lauren is suffering from cancer of the colon, the doctors have to operate immediately, they make her drink tons of water so that she can feel perfectly uncomfortable, they put her through a magnetic scanning machine where she is told that her the fillings on her teeth or anything metal that she may have swallowed as a child will acquire earth orbit velocity on the way out of her body. It is discovered that her cancer has metastasized it is all over the large intestine, the small intestine and her stomach, she will have problems shitting, sitting and eating. Unfortunately three very common functions, but the doctors are optimistic that they can go in there and cut her insides all out, and even remove her ovaries just to make sure they don’t have to hack in there again, and whammo she should be cured. The operation goes without a hitch though the rectum will take some time to heal from such abuse, but Lauren will survive the cancerous tormentor. This is how she feels, and she feels it so much that no amount of morphine is going to deprive her of her agony. And it is that agony, that can not be expressed but must be felt by Lauren, by anyone that has suffered emotional abuse at the hands of their lovers, it is that agony that Lauren is feeling now as she is having spaghetti with meatballs with Habakkuk and Danny while precious Antoinette is dining with Shangra!
Neither Habakkuk nor Danny detected that Lauren was having an incapacitating morphine attack, they chatted about this and that, and neither complimented the spaghetti and meatballs because it had suffered Lauren’s current emotional state and hadn’t been cooked with love.
They move over to the living room, Lauren, like a worrying mother, does a check on the time, but immediately realizes that she is afraid of her teenager daughter, not afraid for her, but afraid of her.
“Listen to me you guys, I haven’t solved any cases in a while now, Otto’s case counts for something on the record, but I need your brains to tally up neatly the Major’s case and 120 Lupin St.”
Danny remarks, “So the dinner wasn’t free.” Pacho cat, a somewhat emotionally paranoid creature, has taken to Danny and is now sitting on his lap. “Well I’ve gone over and over the evidence, nothing pops out as dramatically explainable by some overwhelming fact, I have even checked to see if other cities throughout the world have had similar crimes, and if they show a pattern of some sort, nothing.”
Habakkuk, “You have access to crime data from other countries?”
Danny, “Yes, it is routine now, there is a giant oracle database that has everything on crime, types of crimes, types of criminals, types of victims, types of relatives, professions, even types of witnesses weather and environmental conditions. Its massive and you can ask it questions, like “number of people that have reported their pet lizard stolen?” or you can use it to detect unusual patterns, “how many Anthonys have committed a crime, those born between 1964 and 1968 and ate Spam?” And the thing is fast too, most questions you get an answer within 72 hours.”
Habakkuk, “Well I’m impressed, we didn’t have anything like that in the 12th century BC.”
Lauren exclaims, “we don’t have time to learn right now we need to reexamine our cases.”
Habakkuk, “Lauren may it be noted that you and Danny get paid for this, I don’t.?”
Lauren, smiling at her heart friend, “duly noted now where do we start Mr. Prophet.”
“Danny I think that you should go back to that huge database that knows so much about everybody and just do random searches, don’t worry about anything, just listen to yourself and do as you say.”
“What will that accomplish.”
“I will explain, but first Lauren, you need to go look at your victim, the first person that you murdered,” Lauren chills at his words but knows better than to sound surprise or hurt over Habakkuk’s comments. “I need you to feel him, to sense him, go back to where he lived as a child, review his life, sense his friends and relatives, that will help us tremendously.”
Lauren, “I think I have already done most of that, I have gone over all his personal files and have reviewed his past in great detail.”
Habakkuk, acting way more certain than the Habakkuk we have known, “I believe you have to do it again and you need to call him by his name from now on, he isn’t no one, he isn’t 120 Lupin St, he is a person, a man, someone’s son, and he has a name and you have to use his name and don’t think the Akashic record hasn’t already recorded you as the official murderer, it has, you can’t hide by hiding his name.”
Lauren turning sadly pensive, “he has a name, yes I know he has a name,” squandering her voice, “I don’t remember it, I will memorize it tomorrow.”
Danny, “But this sounds like work to me, and I don’t think we are going to learn anything from this.”
Habakkuk wanting to smoke a cigarette, “You’ve asked me what will all this accomplish,” sitting up on his chair, and very alert in the here and now, “you have to cope with some aspects of reality that are less obvious and less accessible to you which are now the only aspects that are going to help you both solve your cases. You see how we arrived at solving the archbishop’s murder, which was congregationally premeditated and through incessant chanting executed. We are in the same quandary, we don’t have immediate logical clues, logic is always the most apparent thing, hence the reason why it is so simple to understand and so well liked, but when logic fails you, you have to use something else.”
He pauses breathes deeply, “The universe only manages principles that are amorphous, they don’t handle details at the cosmic level, the details are for people like us, but the universe is keen to remain undefined, it matters to us to find meaning through facts and knowledge but the universe doesn’t have knowledge and facts; it may well be that the major and your mountain man were just committing perfectly random acts of violence but you have to assign a value to their actions so that you can understand and so that you can explain it to your constituency; because they want to know that they live in a world that is consistent, logical and secure and particularly in a world that makes sense. You are then charged by them to give meaning, cause and effect to these random actions, and through your perceptions and observations both of you will intuit any meaning that can be deduced from this; and you will be able to channel it into some functional aspect of reality even as in this case it looks dismally hopeless.”
Lauren repeats her understanding, “You are saying that if I just go around doing my job that I will find the solution to the puzzle because it is my job to find it.”
Danny, “…and he is saying that we will make it up if we have to.”
Lauren, “…and make it up until it makes perfect sense.”
Danny, “Habakkuk you know I like you, and I like all these theories of the universe that you have, and I want them all to be true because frankly they are cool and anything else would be a bore. But Lauren and I answer to the captain and he isn’t going to buy all this.”
Habakkuk, “Ogle, Captain Ogle is a very intelligent man and he only wants the facts, this is a fundamental weakness of very intelligent men and intelligence,” both Lauren and Danny liked and respected Ogle a great deal, they thought him wise and knowledgeable and they felt like traitors for listening to Habakkuk speak in such a derogatory tone and not attacking him for it, “intelligent people want to be in control through the facts which are cruel with their unfeeling objectivity but because they are antihuman we suppose they must be genuine; more genuine than human feeling.”
Danny, frustrated, “Jesus this guy is not getting what I am saying, neither Lauren and I are going to dispute what you are saying, we are merely saying we have to convince the captain and he has to report it to the municipal authorities and they have to believe it too before we can call it a closed case. We can’t just go up and say it was a random act, there has to be a reason why, even if we have to convince the world that the major was insane, we have to convince the captain first, and he then has to convince everyone else.”
Lauren doing a quick check at her nails, “Habakkuk he is right, we have to convince Ogle and the evidence has to be real, verifiable we can’t just send those men to trial on circumstantial evidence, the victims relatives will have our heads if we don’t hang them.”
Habakkuk darts out enthusiasm, “I never imagined that doing something as simple as proving something logically correct would be a challenge, I am up for the game, I am enchanted by it, I think we can do it, I am optimistic we can, through intuition, comprehension, understanding and a complete lack of compassion prove that both the major and the mountain man were guilty of provable crimes!” he pauses lifts up his wine glass, I propose a toast, a covenant “do as I ask and together we will find the rational explanations that you need to keep your jobs.”
Danny joins in, “hell the crimes have already been committed anyway, nothing we do is going to change that.”
Lauren, “Cheers.”
Antoinette got home at around 1145pm, Lauren thought that for some strange reason one is only suppose to react madly after midnight, things only got weird after midnight, midnight was the adult curfew, midnight was Cinderella’s curfew, she was in bed, she looked at the clock, 1145pm, the door had been shut, her lover was coming to bed, she was still having her morphine attack, stiff as a Popsicle.
Antoinette slipped into bed, kissing her Lauren on the cheek, “how was your meeting with the boys?” Lauren kept her back to Antoinette, “fine darling, it was fine and your dinner companion?” The tone was holding back suspirations of agony by the pound, the room had to be wet with nitroglycerin, and neither girl wanted to light the match so they acted as if they could not detect the explosive. “Shangra? she is magnificent, she has such a wonderful personality, you are going to love her character, she wants to meet you.” There was the one word that would ensure that Lauren would hate Shangra for the rest of her life, hearing Antoinette say, “she is magnificent,” yes Antoinette was always expressive, but this was high treason. “that’s wonderful, I am sure I will meet her soon, right now I have to get some sleep, goodnight.”
Of course Lauren didn’t sleep that night. Instead she plotted a full background check on this girl Shangra.
Antoinette had gone out to eat with Shangra, her new buddy from the gym, and so it was just the three of them. You might want to know how Lauren, not usually a jealous person felt about the new Shangra friendship. Well knowing her as well as I do, which is probably very well, I think she was having a Morphine Attack! For the sake of those readers that are not well educated and this is the first book that they read or for the sake of those that are not familiar with the concept of a morphine attack, I shall explain.
A morphine attack is an emotional paralysis with full blown consequences that may only manifest in a future context, at this very moment Lauren is suffering from cancer of the colon, the doctors have to operate immediately, they make her drink tons of water so that she can feel perfectly uncomfortable, they put her through a magnetic scanning machine where she is told that her the fillings on her teeth or anything metal that she may have swallowed as a child will acquire earth orbit velocity on the way out of her body. It is discovered that her cancer has metastasized it is all over the large intestine, the small intestine and her stomach, she will have problems shitting, sitting and eating. Unfortunately three very common functions, but the doctors are optimistic that they can go in there and cut her insides all out, and even remove her ovaries just to make sure they don’t have to hack in there again, and whammo she should be cured. The operation goes without a hitch though the rectum will take some time to heal from such abuse, but Lauren will survive the cancerous tormentor. This is how she feels, and she feels it so much that no amount of morphine is going to deprive her of her agony. And it is that agony, that can not be expressed but must be felt by Lauren, by anyone that has suffered emotional abuse at the hands of their lovers, it is that agony that Lauren is feeling now as she is having spaghetti with meatballs with Habakkuk and Danny while precious Antoinette is dining with Shangra!
Neither Habakkuk nor Danny detected that Lauren was having an incapacitating morphine attack, they chatted about this and that, and neither complimented the spaghetti and meatballs because it had suffered Lauren’s current emotional state and hadn’t been cooked with love.
They move over to the living room, Lauren, like a worrying mother, does a check on the time, but immediately realizes that she is afraid of her teenager daughter, not afraid for her, but afraid of her.
“Listen to me you guys, I haven’t solved any cases in a while now, Otto’s case counts for something on the record, but I need your brains to tally up neatly the Major’s case and 120 Lupin St.”
Danny remarks, “So the dinner wasn’t free.” Pacho cat, a somewhat emotionally paranoid creature, has taken to Danny and is now sitting on his lap. “Well I’ve gone over and over the evidence, nothing pops out as dramatically explainable by some overwhelming fact, I have even checked to see if other cities throughout the world have had similar crimes, and if they show a pattern of some sort, nothing.”
Habakkuk, “You have access to crime data from other countries?”
Danny, “Yes, it is routine now, there is a giant oracle database that has everything on crime, types of crimes, types of criminals, types of victims, types of relatives, professions, even types of witnesses weather and environmental conditions. Its massive and you can ask it questions, like “number of people that have reported their pet lizard stolen?” or you can use it to detect unusual patterns, “how many Anthonys have committed a crime, those born between 1964 and 1968 and ate Spam?” And the thing is fast too, most questions you get an answer within 72 hours.”
Habakkuk, “Well I’m impressed, we didn’t have anything like that in the 12th century BC.”
Lauren exclaims, “we don’t have time to learn right now we need to reexamine our cases.”
Habakkuk, “Lauren may it be noted that you and Danny get paid for this, I don’t.?”
Lauren, smiling at her heart friend, “duly noted now where do we start Mr. Prophet.”
“Danny I think that you should go back to that huge database that knows so much about everybody and just do random searches, don’t worry about anything, just listen to yourself and do as you say.”
“What will that accomplish.”
“I will explain, but first Lauren, you need to go look at your victim, the first person that you murdered,” Lauren chills at his words but knows better than to sound surprise or hurt over Habakkuk’s comments. “I need you to feel him, to sense him, go back to where he lived as a child, review his life, sense his friends and relatives, that will help us tremendously.”
Lauren, “I think I have already done most of that, I have gone over all his personal files and have reviewed his past in great detail.”
Habakkuk, acting way more certain than the Habakkuk we have known, “I believe you have to do it again and you need to call him by his name from now on, he isn’t no one, he isn’t 120 Lupin St, he is a person, a man, someone’s son, and he has a name and you have to use his name and don’t think the Akashic record hasn’t already recorded you as the official murderer, it has, you can’t hide by hiding his name.”
Lauren turning sadly pensive, “he has a name, yes I know he has a name,” squandering her voice, “I don’t remember it, I will memorize it tomorrow.”
Danny, “But this sounds like work to me, and I don’t think we are going to learn anything from this.”
Habakkuk wanting to smoke a cigarette, “You’ve asked me what will all this accomplish,” sitting up on his chair, and very alert in the here and now, “you have to cope with some aspects of reality that are less obvious and less accessible to you which are now the only aspects that are going to help you both solve your cases. You see how we arrived at solving the archbishop’s murder, which was congregationally premeditated and through incessant chanting executed. We are in the same quandary, we don’t have immediate logical clues, logic is always the most apparent thing, hence the reason why it is so simple to understand and so well liked, but when logic fails you, you have to use something else.”
He pauses breathes deeply, “The universe only manages principles that are amorphous, they don’t handle details at the cosmic level, the details are for people like us, but the universe is keen to remain undefined, it matters to us to find meaning through facts and knowledge but the universe doesn’t have knowledge and facts; it may well be that the major and your mountain man were just committing perfectly random acts of violence but you have to assign a value to their actions so that you can understand and so that you can explain it to your constituency; because they want to know that they live in a world that is consistent, logical and secure and particularly in a world that makes sense. You are then charged by them to give meaning, cause and effect to these random actions, and through your perceptions and observations both of you will intuit any meaning that can be deduced from this; and you will be able to channel it into some functional aspect of reality even as in this case it looks dismally hopeless.”
Lauren repeats her understanding, “You are saying that if I just go around doing my job that I will find the solution to the puzzle because it is my job to find it.”
Danny, “…and he is saying that we will make it up if we have to.”
Lauren, “…and make it up until it makes perfect sense.”
Danny, “Habakkuk you know I like you, and I like all these theories of the universe that you have, and I want them all to be true because frankly they are cool and anything else would be a bore. But Lauren and I answer to the captain and he isn’t going to buy all this.”
Habakkuk, “Ogle, Captain Ogle is a very intelligent man and he only wants the facts, this is a fundamental weakness of very intelligent men and intelligence,” both Lauren and Danny liked and respected Ogle a great deal, they thought him wise and knowledgeable and they felt like traitors for listening to Habakkuk speak in such a derogatory tone and not attacking him for it, “intelligent people want to be in control through the facts which are cruel with their unfeeling objectivity but because they are antihuman we suppose they must be genuine; more genuine than human feeling.”
Danny, frustrated, “Jesus this guy is not getting what I am saying, neither Lauren and I are going to dispute what you are saying, we are merely saying we have to convince the captain and he has to report it to the municipal authorities and they have to believe it too before we can call it a closed case. We can’t just go up and say it was a random act, there has to be a reason why, even if we have to convince the world that the major was insane, we have to convince the captain first, and he then has to convince everyone else.”
Lauren doing a quick check at her nails, “Habakkuk he is right, we have to convince Ogle and the evidence has to be real, verifiable we can’t just send those men to trial on circumstantial evidence, the victims relatives will have our heads if we don’t hang them.”
Habakkuk darts out enthusiasm, “I never imagined that doing something as simple as proving something logically correct would be a challenge, I am up for the game, I am enchanted by it, I think we can do it, I am optimistic we can, through intuition, comprehension, understanding and a complete lack of compassion prove that both the major and the mountain man were guilty of provable crimes!” he pauses lifts up his wine glass, I propose a toast, a covenant “do as I ask and together we will find the rational explanations that you need to keep your jobs.”
Danny joins in, “hell the crimes have already been committed anyway, nothing we do is going to change that.”
Lauren, “Cheers.”
Antoinette got home at around 1145pm, Lauren thought that for some strange reason one is only suppose to react madly after midnight, things only got weird after midnight, midnight was the adult curfew, midnight was Cinderella’s curfew, she was in bed, she looked at the clock, 1145pm, the door had been shut, her lover was coming to bed, she was still having her morphine attack, stiff as a Popsicle.
Antoinette slipped into bed, kissing her Lauren on the cheek, “how was your meeting with the boys?” Lauren kept her back to Antoinette, “fine darling, it was fine and your dinner companion?” The tone was holding back suspirations of agony by the pound, the room had to be wet with nitroglycerin, and neither girl wanted to light the match so they acted as if they could not detect the explosive. “Shangra? she is magnificent, she has such a wonderful personality, you are going to love her character, she wants to meet you.” There was the one word that would ensure that Lauren would hate Shangra for the rest of her life, hearing Antoinette say, “she is magnificent,” yes Antoinette was always expressive, but this was high treason. “that’s wonderful, I am sure I will meet her soon, right now I have to get some sleep, goodnight.”
Of course Lauren didn’t sleep that night. Instead she plotted a full background check on this girl Shangra.
posted by Ricardo Correa at
8/31/2006 05:28:00 PM
