This is an expiriment and purely fiction.  It is a sci-fi but in my mind realistic account of the future - a story about the Solar System's badlands and drug trade in the 4th c. A.D.  This is Episode 2. Enjoy!

Canary spreads his fingers over the cold steel.  He takes the loaded gun and points toward the crowd menacingly from a long distance away atop his tower.  He shakes his head and pushes the safety back into place putting the gun back into his holster.  His mind was haunted with ideas that he could not shake - the bloody mass of people in heaps because they crossed the wrong spatial plane where his existence met theirs.  He always pushed against this image of bloodlust seeping into his troubled mind but never did he follow through on this urge as there was too much money to make.  He shaked and convulsed and thought about business and the kilo coming from Mars.

Canary pushed the cassette tape back into its slot.  During the Apocalypse there was a revolution towards analog devices.  There was the provincial teachings of Ron Juan who spoke of the universe exacting retribution on the millions and millions of survivors left on Earth after it became a massive bus station.  The population on Earth fell to 999 million or so as people colonized the Solar System and the nine drug families made their stranglehold on the eight planets and Pluto.  Pluto was the coldest and deadliest place in the Solar System precisely because it was not a planet and escaped the usual territorial and right of way discussions and legal complications.  To settle Pluto one had to be connected to the Wes Coaster Family or the Pluto Family as it became known as the family became synonymous with the entity in which the organization took hold.  For example, there was the Mercury Family, Jupiter Family, Venus Family and so forth.

Mr. Coaster wore long wool coats and had a tattoo of a cat spanning his neck down to his navel.  He had a paunch and massive forearms.  He had a neatly trimmed beard and bald head.  His large features were chiseled and handsome.  The infamous cat tattoo represented the nine lives he took before he stepped in as the boss of the Pluto Family.  When he took these mens' lives he also took over their families and married their wives.  There were large celebrations and weddings that would last several days.  It was an honor to marry Mr. Coaster because it meant that one evil was forever put to rest, destroyed and disbanded.  The fact that this evil was absorbed into a larger evil did not matter - it was removed.  What was left were the devilish plots and schemes of a deadly drug lord with a growing family of nine immortalized lives.

Canary had a few brushes with Mr. Coaster in the 3020's while Canary was running drugs through Tallahassee and Cuba.  It was quite an occasion after the bicentennial of Cuba being annexed by Florida.  There was a large parade lasting 100 days down the middle of Main Street in Florida's capital Dom P District established in 3011 after the Civil War of 3011.  Florida was one of a kind.  Florida built its Empire before the Civil War and there was no question that they dominated the United States.  The rivalry between them and the five states of America was fierce.

Canary was an American for generations and for as far back as he can fathom - hundred and hundreds of years.  His family was from Woodland Hills, California in America which was rebuilt after the Great Los Angeles Earthquake of 2568.  The archive of photos were kept at the Great Los Angeles Museum located in Washington D.C.  The photos showed the devastation caused by the 9.3 earthquake that caused Downtown Los Angeles to be pancaked into a smoldering mass of concrete, steel and glass.

Canary met Mr. Coaster in a dingy coffee shop where the lost and lecherous drinked their coffee for nights on end after smoking their Crack Cocaine and shooting up their veins with Heroin.  They swarmed the parking lot when Canary would roll through with a bag full of dime bags and rocks.  He would break them all down and walk away with twenty grand easily as bags were ten a pop and rocks were five bucks.  To put that in perspective, a cup of the best coffee was a nickel at that time as the value of the dollar crashed after 3011.  Capitalism still flourished but the dollar plummeted as people exchanged their services and goods that they produced.  He would come up on twenty sometimes thirty grand as his customers piled over each other to get Canary's lovely liquid gold.  He would stuff his valise with money and enjoy his dinner and cup after cup of coffee when he was tired of the wheeling and dealing.

He sat across from Mr. Coaster one fine evening.  He was at the time one of the most infamous man in all of Tallahassee, Florida.  Mr. Coaster was surrounded by his usual posse of six - his bodyguard who stood about 6'9", his accountant and Head of Finance, and a roster of the four most beautiful women that ever lived - only three of which were his lovers.  The forth was Flirt Mendoza who was his sometimes rival and equally infamous and powerful.  Mr. Coaster lit his cigar and watched the young man from afar waiting to be torn to pieces one day.

Selim
10/23/2013 06:53:53 am

This project is basically me wanting to write really badly and having some free time before work and during my lunch break. I feel like I'm feverish as this story develops in my head. You will see that a lot of my theories about urban planning and Anthropology will surface during this exercise. I plan on writing about twice a week for about two pages until I can really focus on writing. Right now I'm a working stiff and I love it. It makes me much better at organizing my thoughts. I'm not anything like Canary or the people I write about except I think about how bleak things are and I get into this state of mind where these are the spaces I see as existing in the future. I do have hope and this work permeates with hope in the characters I will develop you will see.

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