The Peddlers Of Smut, Fragment 5

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[life goes on, the story evolves, some facts change, same shit in the end]

The Norm

When the alarm sounded, I was at my station and everything around me stank of shit. The keyboard, the screen, my half-eaten sandwich, me, all of it. It was the Adjustment and I was peaking hard. Part man, part rhetorical question, not worthy of an existential crisis. Everything was a flashback of a déjà vu.

Five months on board of the Ship and I was right on schedule. ‘Intellectual doldrums’ Montez had described it as, back when he was in my shoes and snorting meth-stims just to get out of his bunk. Not too far off he was. Empty mind and fast-hollowing soul. The mere act of thinking about not being able to think was tiresome. I recalled that not so long ago I had ideas, ambitions, but what they were, I couldn’t remember. Now it was dispatch after meaningless dispatch, one piece of PR after another, stories I didn’t bother checking anymore, just pushing them along the conveyor belt of the news machine. So I drank, much like the Old Man did, all day and woke every morning to the smell of shit emanating from every atom of every molecule.

Today was no different and when the shrill of the alarm flooded the Analytics Deck, it was a welcome respite. I pushed away from the desk and trooped off after Steve and the Old Man down to the MedBay to receive the Norm.

The Federated News Service had long ago figured out that, while running a network of hundreds of ships covering the 76 billion souls of Federated space, it might come up against some radical ideas and revolutionary reporting, and, after the Editors Mutiny of ’53 – when seventeen Ships went rogue and hundreds of editors absconded from the responsibility of quality control over the content they pushed out – came up with the Norm.

The Norm was a prescribed and somewhat barbaric procedure that everyone in the Service underwent monthly. Essentially it was an Encyc Update of all major and minor socio-political changes in the galaxy. The difference was that the Norm was cooked up by the wizards in the Corrections Department and reflected the ‘right way’ Servicemen should be looking at the information they processed. It also had physical form, for extra humiliation and ‘internalisation’.

I stood in the queue behind Montez, under the comforting lights of the MedBay, watched the Old Man receive his Norm with the usual spluttering and cursing, and attempted to imagine the disgusting things I would do to Kelly, the Medical Officer. All I birthed was banal pornography.

“Here we go again,” Montez threw over the shoulder as he stepped up to the large plastic intestine that protruded from the ceiling. He bent down slightly, attached the nozzle and gave Kelly the thumbs up. She pushed the button and the intestine rumbled, gurgled and I could see the pink mush of the Norm gushing down the tubes into my astronavigator friend. The sight used to make me sick, now it was just, well, the norm.

Montez coughed, unstrapped himself and gave me a weak smile. A smile of content and welcome defeat. He won’t be bothered by failed ideals, won’t be weighed down by dreams of something more, won’t be troubled by such questions as “why is mass sterilization on Sigma Prime called ‘peacekeeping’?” A whole month of blissful question-free existence. It was beautiful really, this turning of man into cog and as I, in turn, put my mouth to the plastic anus, everything still stank of shit, but now it was alright.

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6 comments

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