Nymphomation(91)

Joe, no more biting…

Close all channels: connect to zero.

Loadsa loving,

Benny X



Joe shook his head and cleared his eyes. Benny must have written this before he left, before he…

Joe shook his head and cleared his eyes. Benny must have written this before he left, before he…

He folded the page, put it in his pocket. How low was Benny, to reverse Joe’s own motto against him like that? Joe threw the rest of the book down on the coffin as the soil came.

There was another graveside ritual that day, but none would have seen it. Perhaps Jimmy alone could have envisioned it, but his mind was elsewhere, on the bottle and his daughter and his new chance at life.

To see this grave, we travel to Hackle’s house, and underground. We see Hackle walking around the maze, wired up to a bank of computers that flash and tumble alive with the nymphomation as he makes the circles happen. We see him laugh with passion as he comes alive to the nymphomation, as he follows the expert mappings of his cursor blurb, Horny George. All his life, Hackle realizes, has been leading to this. To become what you dream. Inside his body, the skeleton of the Joker Bone. Around which gibbers the dumbfuck knowledge of Nigel Zuze, full of hatred and bile. Mixed with this, the vinyl and computers of DJ Dopejack, full of hacking techniques. Also, the sweet genetics of Sweet Benny Fenton, full of sex and love. Mix this with Hackle’s own knowledge of the numbers and how they multiply, and let the whole thing simmer in its own blurb-juice for days. Hackle could feel the power growing, the breeding patterns, possible offspring, new disciplines.

Nymphomation running wild.

Possibilities: The Equations of Fascist DNA; The Physics of Love; The Numbers of Genes in the Fascist Love Machine; Maze Techniques Leading to Logarithm Foreplay; How to Kill Orgasms; How to Measure the Weight of Hatred; How to Map the Map of the Map of the Map; Multiplex Calculation and Zero Penetration of the Genes of the Fourth Dimension; The Probability of Mister Million; Fractal Dreaming; Bile Mechanics and its Application to Negro Murder; Black Hacking and How to Square Root the Hardware Fascist Blurb Map; CPU DNA LoZ DF 0-0 RAM DJing; The Vinyl Gene Number Love Map (to the Nth Degree); Blurb Masturbation; Domino Dancing; Bone Truth; The Beats-Per-Minute of Map Death.

As the computer stored the new knowledge on a billion switches; sex in binary code. Sex in Hackle’s head.

Hackle was calm as all this raged inside him; he was even in control of the Benny and Zuze inside, and their constant bickering in black and white. Nothing must come between him and the centre of the maze, where Mister Million waited. Not like Nigel with his brute attack; not like Dopejack with his fearful frenzy; not like Benny with his doubt and self-sacrifice; only like Hackle, Maximus Hackle, with his calmly collected knowledge of the game about to be played. He was supposed to kill the others first, but that was easily fought against. Million had met his match.

Certain esoteric texts had been looked at. One, entitled Sealing the Maze, the Theseus Equation, was especially consulted. He was fixated now upon Mister Million’s face in the pathways, in the play of shadow and light, the fractal shapes of the blurb-icons, constantly out of reach. The face must be a disguise, because it wasn’t the one he expected. Behind that mask, surely…

Along twisting pathways the blurb led him, down darkened passageways, invisible corners. Along parts of the maze Hackle never knew existed. Finally, to a place he had forbidden himself for many, many years.

A small room it was, cut off from the rest, only accessed by the most secret knowledge. Hackle, with torch in hand, playing it over a portion of the floor, slightly discoloured. The professor made a few magical equations over the grave. Here lies the body of Georgie Horn.

His knowledge lives on.

To the house of Dopejack. Let’s follow Joe back from the funeral and the comforting of a lover’s parents. Let’s see that bedroom once again, where Dopejack was killed by Benny, where Daisy and Jazir are now making love on Dopejack’s bed. Frank Scenario is watching from the screen saver, that silly dance of his, mutating. Blurbfly Masala was hovering over their twisted equation. Daisy and Jazir are lost in the spirals, when Daisy starts screaming and Jazir wonders if he’s doing it right at last. ‘Jazir!’

That’s right, it’s me, it’s happening…’

‘The computer…’

‘What?’

‘It’s changing.’

Jazir pulls out (yeah, that mad for it) and runs to the screen, where Frank Scenario carries a new face.

‘Who is it?’ Daisy asks.

‘Miss Sayer.’

‘Oh…’

It wasn’t the face that Daisy expected: too young, a construct of eternal youth perhaps, a vanity program.