"I have a terminal fantasy," Fenig said. "It comes to me more and more often, a recurring1 obsessive2 thing, and I add little details every time. Funny how I never get tired of this fantasy. I never get tired of it and I never feel the need to purge3 myself of it. Here it is, word for word as it comes to me, or as I come to it, whichever happens to be the case. Listen and tell me what you think. Terminal fantasy. I'm living all alone in this building. Outside the dog-boys are pursuing their life-style of constant prowling. They roam the empty streets, picking a building at random4 and then crashing right in to execute their punches and kicks, breaking down doors, charging up stairs, loping through the hallways. I'm living here all alone. During the day I write and think. I make tomato soup on my little table stove. I spread butter on the saltines. I pour a glass of Budweiser, the king of beers. This is my basic meal which I have almost every day between my two basic sessions at the typewriter, provided the juices are flowing. The heart of the terminal fantasy is what happens at night. At night I do some prowling of my own. I prowl this very building. With me, fore5 and aft, are two vicious German shepherds. I carry a pump-action shotgun snug6 against my belly7. Floating at my right hip8 is a giant machete, lodged9 in a special customized cartridge10 belt. I go up and down the stairs virtually all night, me and the dogs. I look in every dark corner. I peer into the end of the darkest hallway. I check under the steps on the first floor. I conduct a thorough surveillance of your former apartment and Mickle-white's former apartment. All around me the buildings are being invaded and I'm just waiting for them to reach here, to come loping in with their gangly strides. All day I write fantastic terminal fiction. At night I prowl the building. Finally they come, eight of them, armed with tiny knives and little wooden clappers like castanets which they clap near the ears of their victims in a ritual of childish Zenlike spite. I don't panic in the slightest when I see them. This is what I've been waiting for all the while. Casually11 I pump out round after round. The shotgun is magical, never needs reloading, makes a throaty noise that comes out in slow motion. Booo-ooo-ooom. I set the dogs on them and follow on a two-count, wading12 in with the machete to slash13 and chop. The whole thing is like choreographed14 movie violence, lovely blood, happening so slowly, the dogs leaping at the dog-boys' throats, the gray blade slashing15, the ripe red blood flowing everywhere, lovely, so slow, slower than milk being lapped from a mama's breast. But the blood and violence please me less than the simple fact that it's all so terminal. Stark16 days and nights. No one in the streets. Whole building to myself. Dogs and dog-boys. I defend one thing. I am here not to defend my land or my art. I am here to defend my privacy.
I slaughter17 whoever breaches18 the stillness of this building. Guard duty through the night. Feeding raw meat to my dogs. Dragging the dead and wounded down the stairs and placing them along the street at intervals19 of ten yards. Pouring gasoline. Lighting20 the bodies. Bonfires of the dead and dying. It's frankly21 a gorgeous sight. Tomato soup and fiction through the day. Guard duty all the night. Why are terminal events so pleasing, I wonder?"
Fenig was seated on the large trunk that contained his manuscripts. He bumped the heels of his sneakered feet in elusive23 tempo24 against the front of the trunk. His clothes, freshly laundered25, were the same as those he'd worn every other time we'd talked. Perhaps he bought items in fours and fives. It seemed possible this was everything he owned, five sweat shirts, five pairs of chinos, five pairs of tennis sneakers. Fenig and I intersected at curious places beneath the solvable plane. This made things simple, I thought. It's always easier to live with similarities because they provide the shadings needed for concealment26. Op-posites tend eventually to corrode28 whatever democracy of feeling they made possible at the outset. In Fenig's closet were four more Fenigs, laced, hooded29, neatly30 creased31.
"I failed at pornography," he said, "because it put me in a position where I the writer was being manipulated by what I wrote. This is the essence of living in P-ville. It makes people easy to manipulate. It puts people on the level of things. I the writer was probably more aware of this than whoever the potential reader might be because I could feel the changes in me, the hardening of mechanisms32, the subservience33 to lust34-making and lust-awakening. You have to be half-mad to be a great pornographer and half-Swedish to expose yourself repeatedly to outright35 porn without losing a measure of whatever makes you human. Every pornographic work brings us closer to fascism. It reduces the human element. It encourages antlike response. I the writer suffered these things myself. As my child-characters whipped and raped36 each other around the clock, they began to fall apart in my fingers, and I myself slowly began to fragment. Pornography's limits and stereotypes37 worked against me from the very beginning and yet just beyond some last line or boundary I could imagine a new kind of P-ville full of characters who never even touch each other. But I'm not going anywhere near it. I'm not half-mad and I'm only one-eighth Swedish so obviously this is the wrong genre38 for me. The market wasn't very lucrative39 anyway. Fifteen hundred dollars for a novel-length manuscript. I told them it's not just pornography, it's children's pornography. They said a pussy40's a pussy no matter who it's attached to. Genitals always take precedence. If it's a question of mixed categories and genitals play a prominent part in one of the categories, then that's the rate scale you're working with. Listen, I'm happy to be free of it. I can entertain my terminal fantasy with a clear conscience. It's not as though I'm a lust purveyor41 or incipient42 totalitarian of the world of letters. I have a fantasy that involves other people's blood being shed but this fantasy isn't part of the thread of my Me. It isn't consistent with who I am and what I do. It's just an isolated43 aberration44, much of it taking place in slow motion. If I was still involved in pornography for kids, then I'd be worried about a thread, a string, a consistency45. But I'm free of that category and free of its miserable46 rate scale. Fi-nance, I get twelve and a half per cent after five thousand copies. Fi-nance is big time. The market's dying except for fì-nance. Daytime dramatic serials47 are still pretty healthy but I personally shun48 TV as much as possible. TV is deep space, thin air, no oxygen. There and gone, my words tickling49 the ears of the walking dead. I'm definitely sticking with financial literature. Fi-nance is solid. There'll always be millionaires and people who want to be millionaires. I'm midwifing this thing very carefully. This is the watershed50 of my career. Let's face it, I've been turning out a pretty uneven51 oeuvre. I need a permanent base to express myself from. No more movement or fluctuation52. I need to see a long line stretching straight ahead into the distance. The market's spinning slower and slower and the lights are dimming and all the loud sounds are dying out. The great wheel is running down, no doubt about it, but I surprise myself by being philosophical53. Even if the financial market dies out with the rest of the market, I maintain a certain fragile hope for my own eventual27 redemption as a functioning writer. I see empty streets. I see a dead market. I see the dog-boys prowling. There I am at the typewriter. I'm old but still fit. My mind is clearer than ever. I'm at the height of my powers. I'm in firm control of my material. I'm writing terminal fiction and I'm writing not for the market, not for the quick sale, not for the sake of professionalism or my name in print. I'm writing for the survivors54, that they may know what it was they survived. I'm writing, if you will, for posterity55, that people may understand what went wrong and resist the historical imperative56 of judging us too harshly. I see tomato soup and saltines."
After a while he lowered himself from the trunk and made coffee. We drank it quietly. Fenig held the large cup with both hands. To drink he lowered his head to the rim57, making a small sacrament of the act. It was roughly the middle of the day. I could hear my phone ringing for the third time in the past hour. Fenig poured more coffee. He took his cup to the typewriter table this time. Soon he began to scratch at the keys, first with two fingers, then with his left hand, thumb capering58 on the space bar, eventually both hands working, ten fingers crashing on the keys, his head moving closer to the black machine, eyes appearing to follow the arc of each metal slingshot hurling59 ink upon the page.
I went downstairs and fell asleep almost immediately. The telephone rang and I dragged myself over there to lift away the noise. It was Watney somewhere in the British Isles60.
"Back finally?"
"Here I am," I said.
"Rang up before, Bucky. Three times exactly. No answer. Odd, I thought. Man's not there. Wonder where, I thought. Wonder where the central figure in this rapidly evolving scenario61 is off to. Odd, innit? That's what I thought."
"I'm back finally."
"Bucky, I'm contacting you as per our conversation of the twentieth last."
"What conversation?" I said.
"We agreed I'd ring you at a specific time, such and such a day. That's what I've been engaged in for the past hour. In other words I'm carrying out the specifics of our joint62 proposal as agreed upon. You said then you had no compass bearing on the product. I officially ask if the time is now a bit more propitious63 for a serious bid on the part of my Anglo-European associates and myself, as far as astrology and the gods are concerned."
"The product is out of my hands completely. I don't have it and I don't know how to get it. Somebody named Hanes has it. Five feet seven. A hundred and thirty pounds. No marks or scars."
"Somebody named Hanes," he said.
"That's right."
"Young. Slender. Fragile. Bored, sort of."
"That's him."
"That's him," I said. "Very descriptive. I like that. Oh, superb. Too bad he doesn't have an aquiline65 nose. You'd have a good combination going. But sure, that's him, that fits."
"He's had possession for a lengthy66 period of time, has he?"
"In terms of days or weeks I don't recall. But I know he's had the product since before you were here."
"Fancy, fancy," Watney said. "Seems I met Hanes in Toronto. He'd been lurking67 about for days. Dogging my every footstep. He came looking for me with that tarnished68 angelic look of his. Selling he was. What he called the ultimate drug. Selling outright. Selling shares. Selling European rights. He was flexible he was. See, all my information pointed69 to you, Bucky. You were the one with possession. I made my way through all of Canada, doing little bits of business here and there, laying groundwork, opening vistas70. All the while intending to sneak22 up on the infamous71 Bucky Wunderlick and do some fanatical New York promoting. Lay a heavy-handed bid on my old comrade in arms. This boy Hanes came sauntering in with that desperate precious saunter of his. I gave it little thought I did. See, all the rumors72 in my dossier of rumors located the ultimate drug in your own notorious hands."
"Hanes ran off with it. He was supposed to deliver it somewhere and then negotiate a deal. But he ran off to deal on his own."
"You threw him out, I take it."
"Not a bit of it," Watney said. "I never toss people out the door. People are human beings. They're creatures of infinite capacity. They have immortal74 souls they do. No, I followed the usual procedure and sent a small sample of his wares75 by courier back to ground zero for analysis. Back to our clandestine76 waterfront laboratory somewhere in the center of Birmingham. Back to our first-rate technical lads in their white smocks and high-heeled, shoes. I speak in riddles77, of course. I reveal only the salient findings."
"Which were?"
"Let's see then. A volunteer took a poke78 in the arm. Since then all he does is dribble79 and whine80. Our technical lads did their clever tests at first. But the results were vague. So they called a volunteer out of the line and gave him a poke. Our biggest problem comes from volunteers queuing up on the sidewalk in broad daylight. So bloody81 eager they are to serve the cause of science. Let's see then. The drug attacks a particular region in the left hemisphere of the brain. That's the verbal hemisphere, it seems. Where the words are kept. The boy's been reduced to chronic82 dribbling83. Naturally when I got the report I informed your Hanes person that we wanted no part of his vicious product. Christ, ethics84 do exist. I told the technical lads they should have used a bloody cat. They pointed to the fact that cats don't speak in the first place. Thus small value in injecting a cat. Little did I know when sweeping85 into your flat with my accustomed grandiosity86 that I'd already had my hands on the much-sought-after product."
"Do you know where you left the bubble gum cards?" I said.
"The airline bag, is it? Is that where my man left it? Did he leave it with you? Blessy's truly dim, you know. It's not just a game we play. He wants watching, that one does. I shall have to rake him over the electric coals for this. Shall have to instruct that boy in the wages of sin. He claimed the driver of the limousine87 drove off with it. No harm done. But sets a nasty precedent88."
"If it's not an unfair question, why do you travel around with bubble gum cards?"
"Not a bad likeness89 of me, is it? Taken some years back. All done up in blue velvet90 I was. A childhood dream come true. My own bubble gum card. They're magic cards, Bucky. Very hush-hush. Promise not to breathe a word."
"Okay."
"Truly promise. Put heart and soul into it. A soldier's oath. The vow91 of a pristine92 nun93. Second thought, not much sense of obligation left in those quarters anymore. Give me a blacker oath. The kind they take in shabby inner offices. Narcotics94 agent. Postal95 inspector96. Customs official. Give me an oath with blood on it."
"Brothers," I said.
"I take hundreds of bubble gum cards everywhere I go. The Watney bubble gum card. Hard-to-get item. Rarer than a pair of blue suede97 shoes in Tierra del Fuego. I've virtually cornered the market, you see. I've established a virtual monopoly. Sometimes two or three of the cards in my luggage are different from all the rest. These are the magic cards, a direct offspring of our own Industrial Revolution. Buy British, I always say. The magic cards are constructed in such a way that they can be sealed and resealed a number of times with our own private sealing agent. The tiniest sample of this or that item can be placed inside a miniature casing of anodized metal, which in turn is fitted into a given card and taken to a given place. Card unsealed. Item tested. We carried samples of microdot LSD in from Malta with Watney bubble gum cards. Thoroughly98 enjoy carrying the things about. Wonderful at parties. One's own bubble gum card. Good fun to flash on unsuspecting fellow passengers aboard a great jetliner streaking99 across the heavens. I enplane at point A. I deplane at point B. Blowing metaphorical100 bubbles all the way. Just ordinary cards in the bag Blessy left at your flat. None of the magics there. The magics were in the luggage proper. The heavy luggage. The real thing. The baggage. Sets a bad precedent however. Shall have to get grim with that boy."
"I'm. going back out on tour. What do you think? Do you think I'm crazy? I feel I have to do it. Time's up. Have to make the move."
"Back out, is it? Back into the pits and dung troughs. Best provide for all contingencies101, old Bucky. Prepare an overdose for the critical minutes. Have it sitting on the dresser. Ancient bitch of the road. Best do it, old friend. You don't want to drop apart gradually. Bad for the image. You're required to go all at once. Excess. That's the number under your name. I could never match the genius of your excess. I was too artificial. Had to make it all up and shake it all down. That was my critical failing. I failed to embody102 true and honest excess. I was just a wad of chewing gum on your shoe. So stick to the image, old Bucky. Prepare a careful OD and flame yourself away. Be deliberate about it. Be as thorough as humanly possible. Don't forget to lick the spoon."
"I want to become a dream," I said. "I'm tired of my body. I want to be a dream, their dream. I want to flow right through them."
"You have to die first."
"I knew I'd left something out."
"You have to die all at once. None of this gradual wasting away of the middle classes. You have to burst into flame. It's all a worthless gesture, of course. Sorry to be the one who has to bear this depressing message. But true, it's all worthless. One's death must be equal to one's power. The OD or assassination103 is esthetically lovely but in point of fact means little unless it reverberates104 to the sound of power. The powerful man who achieves a gorgeous death automatically becomes a national hero and saint of all churches. No power, the thing falls flat Bucky, you have no power. You have the illusion of power. I know this firsthand. I learned this in lesson after lesson and city after city. Nothing truly moves to your sound. Nothing is shaken or bent105. You're a bloody artist you are. Less than four ounces on the meat scale. You're soft, not hard. You're above ground, not under. The true underground is the place where power flows. That's the best-kept secret of our time. You're not the underground. Your people aren't underground people.
The presidents and prime ministers are the ones who make the underground deals and speak the true underground idiom. The corporations. The military. The banks. This is the underground network. This is where it happens. Power flows under the surface, far beneath the level you and I live on. This is where the laws are broken, way down under, far beneath the speed freaks and cutters of smack106. You're not insulated or unaccountable the way a corporate107 force is. Your audience is not the relevant audience. It doesn't make anything. It doesn't sell to others. Your life consumes itself. Chomp108. I hear it across three thousand miles of gray ocean. Chomp, chomp. I know illusions I do. Illusions forced me to change my life. I remember the end of my last regular tour in the music business. Broken man I was. Victim of illusion. No sorrier figure in all the realm. Shall I tell you how I tried to cope? Where I went and how I got there? It's a sad tale, it is. Promise you won't breathe a word. Have I got your oath in blood?"
"Sure," I said.
"Promised like a true friend. Truly promised. Shall I tell you then? Shall I tell you what I did?"
"Sure."
"I took a walk down Lonely Street to Heartbreak Hotel."
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