Sunday, July 26, 2015

No Throwing Snack Foods! — Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues

the blues brothers animated GIF Here are Week 131 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

"You're being kidded. When the bell rang, I said 'It's those bulls again. They're getting to be nuisances. Let's play a joke on them.'"

"'While I talk to them, one of you scream and we'll see how far we string them along until they tumble.'" Haring says "Sounds reasonable."

Regi bends forward in her chair and laughs hysterically. Stuart starts and then smiles. Rixey frowns at Haring and says "Cut it out Arkaby."

Haring says "Where'd the tomato sauce on his head come from?" "Um. The Hot Pocket Regi humorously threw at him." Stuart says "Yes. In fun."

"Horse feathers!" "Don't be a sap, Haring. That's our story and we'll stick to it. What are you going to do? It's no crime to kid a copper."

Haring spins on his heel. His fist clicks on my chin. I steady myself with a backward step. Before my fist comes up Rixey pushes between us.

He pleads "No Haring for Christ's sake!" I say "Then get him out of here quick!" Haring stands with his fists clenched in front of his body.

Haring says "Get their names and addresses." I've had enough. I say "We all live here. You have the address." He indicates Stuart "Him too?"

"He sleeps on the couch." "Where does she sleep?" "Rixey get him OUT!" He turns to Regi "You sure you won’t swear a warrant against Arkaby?"

Regi says "Huh?" "You say the word and we'll drop him back in the slammer." "What are you talking about? I just got him out!" "So no?" "NO!"

Rixey walks to the door with Haring on his heel. "I hope you know what you're doing, Arkaby." "Don't worry about that Rixey. I don't."

I follow the cops out and watch them get in their car. Before driving off Rixey says "I'm still nailing you for the Farley Granger murder."

"As Bob Dylan sang 'A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.'" Haring says "That was Emerson, not Dylan." "Emerson?" "Yes."

I re-enter humming Rainy Day Women. Regi says "You're absolutely the wildest person I've ever known. Do you always carry on so high-handed?"

I sit on the edge of the sofa, cursing Rixey and Haring for five minutes without break, cursing obscenely, blasphemously, repetitiously.

Regi says "I've never seen you so upset." "Childish, huh? I know, but, by God, I do hate being hit without hitting back." "Since when?"

"A cheap enough price to pay for winning" I touch my chin with careful fingers "though I'll remember it." Stuart says "You let him hit you?"

"Slugging me Haring overplayed his hand. If I'd mixed it up with him we'd be telling our goofy story downtown." "Sure. We'll go with that."

I say to Regi "You've had a talk with Stuart. Now you can talk to me. What did you do?" "Nothing." "He screamed for the cops for nothing?"

"I tried to frighten him into keeping still 'til they had gone and he overreacted." Stuart says "Don't forget she hit me with a Hot Pocket!"

"I had to! He attacked me with a Totino!" "She's lying!" "OK. New rule: No throwing snack foods at each other. Can you two live with that?"

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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Darn That Pesky Gutenberg! — Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues

Here are Week 130 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

Stuart takes his red-smeared hand from his head. "This is what she has done. Look at it!" His forehead shows a three-inch ragged burn.

Haring says "Did you do that?" Regi says "You just saw it. Better his head than your stomach!' She tries to kick Stuart. "Behave, sister!"

"That's no way to act!" Rixey says "Well don't guess we'll go wrong pulling the lot of them in." I move to the center of the room, smiling.

"Don't be in a hurry, boys. Everything can be explained." Haring sneers "I bet." "Regi, you know Detective Sergeant Rixey." "Sure. Hi Rix."

"This is Lieutenant Haring." "Hi Har." "Ing." "Lieutenant Ing?" "No! Har-ing!" "Oh." "Miss Granger is an operative in my employ." "Uh huh."

"Operative? Is that what we're calling it now?" Stuart says "That isn't so! She" I say "I hired her yesterday. THIS is not Farley Granger."

Rixey says "I gathered that. Who is he?" "This is Mr. Stuart Granger, a triplicate brother of Farley and Willum Granger." "Another Granger?"

"He came to my office to hire me to find Regi and stop a paradigm shift. It looked funny the way he put it to me so I wouldn't touch it."

"How funny?" "At first I thought I was seeing a ghost. Now it appears Stuart was impersonating his dead brother Willum to make a point."

Anxiety comes into Stuart's tomato sauce-stained face. His eyes move up and down, shifting their focus between the floor and my bland face.

"I thought he was concerned for Regi's safety--well, never mind that unless it comes to the point of laying charges against each other."

Regi says "What do you mean 'never mind that'?" "I decided he was a vision brought on by an undigested bit of beef. Then he offered to pay."

Regi repeats "What do you MEAN 'never mind that'?" "I took the case after ascertaining that he wasn't a zombie or a Body Parts R Us clone."

Rixey smirks "Ascertaining?" "He neglected to tell me he was a triplet or that he was maneuvering me into confronting the Singularity."

Haring turns to Stuart. "Well, what have you to say to that?" "I don't know what to say." "Try the facts." "The facts?" "Quit stalling!"

Rixey says "All you gotta do is swear a complaint they took a poke at you and we'll throw them both back into the can." Regi says "What?"

I say "Go on Granger. Do it. Then we'll swear a complaint against you and he'll have the lot of us." Stuart looks nervously around the room.

Haring says "Get your hats!" I say "Don't you know when you're being kidded?" "No, but we'll let that wait till we get down to the station."

Regi says "I don't have a hat." Stuart says "I never wear them." I say "I dare you to take us in. We'll laugh at you in every newspaper."

Rixey guffaws. I'm confused. He says "Nobody reads newspapers anymore. They go online." "To newspaper sites." "Which are behind paywalls."

"People get news in tweets, not column inches." "Wake up Rixey. I can tweet with the best of them." "Yes. You are just shy of a flock."

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Sunday, July 12, 2015

The Maltese Hot Pocket — Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues



Here are Week 129 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

He places his hand on my chest. "Come off it Arkaby." I brace against his hand and grin Sam Spade-like. "Going to strong-arm me, Rixey?"

Rixey grumbles "Be reasonable, Arkaby!" Rixey's associate says "It'd pay you to play along with us a little." I look at him closely.

"Your name's Haring, right?" "You got away with this and you got away with that but you can't keep it up forever." "Stop me when you can."

"That's what I intend to do!" He thrusts his hard face up towards mine. "There's talk going around about you and Granger's niece, Regi."

"Anything to it?" "Not anything." "There's even talk that Granger shot at you but hit her and so you put him on the spot. Anything to that?"

"Don't be a hog, Haring. Rixey's theory that I had the motive, the means and the opportunity to liquidate Farley Granger doesn’t hold water."

"I didn't kill him." Haring says "You haven't heard me say you killed anybody. You brought it up." "Did I? I can be pretty hard of Haring."

"Haven't you anything better to do than popping in here with a lot of fool questions?" Haring says "And get lying answers!" "Take it easy…"

Haring looks me straight in the eye. "If you say there's nothing between you and Regi Granger, you're a liar and I'm telling you so!"

"Is that the hot tip that brought you here at this ungodly time of night?" "One of them" "And the other?" "Let us in!" I shake my head.

Haring buttons his coat. "All right, Arkaby. Maybe you're right bucking us. Think it over." From inside Stuart Granger yells "Help! Police!"

We hear sounds of a brief struggle, of a blow and a subdued cry. Rixey says "I guess we're going in!" "I guess you are." They push past me.

Regi Granger huddles in an armchair, her arms over her face. Her eyes are white-circled, terrified. Stuart Granger is nowhere to be seen.

Haring moves swiftly to Regi’s side, grabs her wrist. He asks "What are you up to here?" She says "I tried to stop him! He wouldn't listen!"

"Stop who?" She looks at me with appealing eyes. I don’t respond, leaning against the door with the detached air of a disinterested witness.

Haring says "Stop who?" "I had to. I was all alone in here with him. I had no choice!" Haring repeats "STOP WHO?" Rixey says "Take it easy."

Before Regi can explain what happened, the kitchen door swings open and Stuart Granger comes out carrying a tray laden with Hot Pockets.

Placing the tray on the coffee table, Stuart asks "Who's hungry? Coffee coming." The cops stand speechless, though for different reasons.

Regi says "I begged him not to heat up Hot Pockets!" Stuart says "Oh, you dirty, filthy liar!." "Make him tell the truth -- why don't you?"

Rixey stares a moment and then finds his voice "You-you're dead!" Haring says "He is if he eats that stuff!" Stuart says "But it's vegan!"

"Here's your vegan!" Regi hurls a Hot Pocket at Stuart who claps a hand to his head. Red sauce runs through his fingers, down into his eyes.

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Sunday, July 5, 2015

Becoming Less Human — Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues

Here are Week 128 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

I open my eyes. I'm still in the dark. I say "Where am I?" I hear Regi say "You are on the floor with your jacket pulled over your head."

I pull my jacket down. Regi and her uncle Stuart stand over me. It was all a dream! I never spoke to the Body Part R Us IVR phone system!

Regi helps me up. As I retie my tie she asks "Why did you undress and go into defense mode?" "I heard you struggling and then you screamed."

I glance at Stuart. "What happened? Did he attack you?" "No. I was showing him this dance move and he stepped on my foot." "Seriously?"

Stuart says "I've got two left feet." "TWO left feet? Did you get your feet replaced at Body Parts R Us?" "No! Why would you think that?"

"During cloning surgery Body Parts R Us doctors inadvertently swapped Willum's left and right brain hemispheres." "It's just an expression."

"They didn't trip up cloning you?" "Why would I clone my feet?" "Your brother was a cloning freak." "So I am too?" "If the shoe doesn't fit"

Stuart says "I don't support cloning. Some things we shouldn’t to meddle with." "And yet Willum cloned himself to fight the Singularity."

Stuart frowns "Cloning didn't work out well for Willum." "Only because his doctor sabotaged his surgery, for completely unrelated reasons."

Regi says "Can super powers stop the Singularity?" Stuart says "There is an inconsistency with saving humanity by becoming less human."

I say "I have one question. What dance move were you showing Stuart that looks like mortal combat?" After a pause, Regi shows me the move.

She dips and slides. She twists to the left. Pretty cool moves! She hops. She lifts her leg ballerina-like. She comes down on Stuart's foot.

He shrieks "Yeaaah! You did it again!" Like a swift gut punch I realize the truth. I say "Stuart, it was you who screamed before not Regi."

"So, you can find something, sometime. " Stuart limps to the sofa. Regi says "Sorry. I was in the moment." "No, you were on my foot…again!"

Now I'm confused. Regi and Stuart were dancing? That makes no sense! I say "I sprang to your defense because I thought Stuart attacked you."

Stuart stands up, winces and sits back down. "Attack Regi? Why would I do that?" "It appears you stepped on each other's feet." They nod.

"You two have acted strangely since this began. What's really going on?" They exchange glances and say "Nothing. We were just dancing."

The front doorbell rings. Stuart says "Who's that? Send them away!" Regi says "Are you expecting anyone?' "Just keep quiet. I'll go see."

I look through the peep hole, open the door. Rixey and another cop stand there. "Hello. You guys pick swell hours to do your visiting in."

"What is it this time?" "We got a complaint of screaming." "Since when do you go out on 10-16 calls?" "Since I saw it was your address."

Rixey continues "We want to talk to you, Arkaby." "Go ahead and talk." "We don't have to do it out here, do we?" "You can't come in."

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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Interactive Voice Response in the Dark — Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues





Here are Week 127 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

There's a place you go in your mind at times like these. You don't know what's going on in your living room. You don't know what to expect.

Anticipating possibilities, I turn sideways to shrink my target area. I shift to my heels and bend my knees to lower my center of gravity.

Without taking my eyes off the room, I remove my jacket which I wrap around my left arm and my necktie which I wind around my right fist.

I just put on my jacket and tie! Oh well. I'm ready, certain I'll withstand a gun blast, knife stab, a fistfight, jujitsu or anything else.

As I think about that I realize I haven't tied my shoelaces. Regi shrieks. Times up! Springing into action I trip headfirst down the stairs.

I try to grab the banister but my tie-wrapped hand can't get a purchase. I try to shield my fall but my other arm is pinned under my jacket.

There's not much time for reflection. I had put faith in defensive rituals. Now I plunge headfirst down my stairs. I'm not ready for that.

Regi yells "For God's sake Arkaby, drop your damn phone!" No time for that. A dark pool awaits me at the bottom of the stairs. I dive in.

Down, down into a darkness far deeper than the blackest night. It has no bottom. I don't remember this being here when I bought this house.

A black pool, but somehow familiar. I consult Twitter, going back to the beginning. "Black pool at my feet. I dive in." I HAVE been here!

If I had a shilling for every dive! It can't healthy to be so often in the dark. I'd check my pulse, but in the dark I can't find my wrist.

Last time I was here I thought I was finished. I accepted my fate and waited for the bright light to lead me to my final destination.

That's not the case this time. I'm probably resting at the foot of my stairs, my head cradled in Regi's lap as she and Stuart revive me.

When I wake my tongue will be parched like it crossed the Sahara barefoot and my head will burn like the Hindenburg exploding. So I hear.

One question: How am I tweeting? From deep in the dark I hear a voice. "Arkaby wake up!" "Lemme sleep Ma. I'll look for a job tomorrow."

I slip back down into darkness. "Arkaby!" My phone chimes. "Hello?" "You have reached Body Parts R Us. Press 1 for Farley Granger's killer."

"Huh?" "Press 2 to discover how he was killed. Press 3 to find out why." I press 1. "OK. I'll connect you with the killer. Please hold."

"Wait!" Music plays. What the hell? Torn Between Two Lovers? After what seems an eternity the music cuts off and a voice comes on the line.

"¡Bienvenido a Partes Del Cuerpo R Nosotros!" Oh no! That damn IVR again! "Pulse 1 si se conoce el √≥rgano o miembro que desee reemplazar."

That robotic sonofabitch has really gotten under my skin! Not only am I dreaming about interactive voice response, I'm dreaming in Spanish!

I shout "I don't want to replace a body part! I want to find Farley Granger's killer!" "Please hold." Torn Between Two Lovers comes back on.

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Monday, June 22, 2015

Our Peaceful Ways — Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues

Here are Week 126 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

Regi says "I never thought of Farley as evil. Overly impulsive, but not actually evil." "Don't you get it? The Singularity killed him!"

"An intelligent computer targeted and vaporized Farley?" "What other possible explanation is there for his death?" "That's ridiculous!"

I'm listening to and tweeting this uncle/niece dispute. I say "Do I have time to change clothes and eat something before computers stop me?"

Rachel says "Why bother if intelligent computers are about to kill us all?" I also need a bathroom, but I decide not to make that public.

Rachel continues "Anyway since when did you become an advocate for 'The Singularity will kill us all' School?" "Stuart has convinced me."

"Let's look at the facts." "Must we?" "#1: I didn't kill Farley." "Oh! I've got #2: I also didn't kill Farley." "That's not how this works."

We stare at each other. Stuart says "Well I certainly didn't do it." "So you say." I continue. "FACT #2: My department thinks I did it."

"Unlikely. Between you and the AI, I'd put all my chips on the chips." "#3: I must clear my name to rejoin the force " "Also unlikely."

"I shouldn't clear my name?" "No. Yes. No. It won't get you back on the force." "Catching criminals is in my DNA!" "I wouldn't go that far."

"Though not genetics-based, there's lots of things you could do with your particular set of skills." "Like finding missing persons?" "No."

"Free kidnapped sex workers?" "Uh uh." "Unaided, topple criminal enterprises?" "Nope." "What then?" "Aflac needs for benefits consultants."

Regi says "Uncle Stuart. Do you really think Arkaby would make a good insurance agent?" "Yes, I do, especially if it's double indemnity."

I say "I won't consider any career change until I find Farley's killer and clear my name." Stuart says "I've told you who the killer is!"

"Either you're crazy or you're lying! Show me hard evidence!" "Evidence proving the AI killed Farley?" "No, evidence Aflac is hiring."

Stuart grabs my arm. "Mock me all you want. You'll be sorry." "Are you threatening me?" "You'll know when I'm threatening you!" "Maybe!"

I try to break his grip. He's stronger than he looks. I say "Where is this artificial intelligence? How did it kill Farley?" "I don't know."

"You don't know or you don't want to know?" "Both." Stuart finally releases my arm. "You're a bigger fool than I imagined." "I doubt that."

Regi says "Arkaby this isn't getting us anywhere. Let me try. You go change." Regi is right. I'm not going to get anything more out of him.

I realize I'm famished. "See if you can get anything out of him. Then, why don't you whip something up." "Oh I'll whip something all right."

I've used the bathroom and put on a spare suit when I hear sounds of struggle downstairs. I quickly slip on my shoes and run to the landing.

Deafening music shatters the darkness. Peering over the banister, I can just make out furtive shapes struggling in the center of the room.

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Sunday, June 14, 2015

Distracted By Poetic Literary Constraints — Live-Tweeted Mystery "The Golden Parachute" Continues



Here are Week 125 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

"Fact #2: At the same time Granger undertook to double down on his double helix by rewriting it into palindromes." "We know that already."

"Fact #3: Though bisected and reconnected, Granger's body persists and will continue to persist indefinitely." Stuart says "And your point?"

"By transforming his DNA into palindromes, Granger made his non-living body into an incorruptible message sent to a time he would not see.”

Silence in my darkened home. Then Stuart and Regi say "Wait. What?" "It's obvious. We've focused on interpreting Granger's DNA palindromes."

Regi says "We have?" "Yes. We were so concerned with discovering why Granger rewrote his genetic code that we never considered 'whether'."

"Whether what?" "Whether humans can respond to the Singularity. Willum sought to address the rise of artificial intelligence in computers."

"That's why he replaced every part of his body. He sought super powers to withstand the rise of intelligent machines." "Why did he do that?"

"What's the first thing computers will do when they achieve human or greater-than-human intelligence?" "What?" "Kill all humans, of course."

Stuart says "That's ridiculous! Why would computers kill us when they can enslave us?" "That's why your brother tried to get super powers!"

"But his clone augmentations didn't work. All he did was make his corpse imperishable." "He was distracted by poetic literary constraints."

Regi says "What's his message?" "The body of his message is to meet the Singularity threat we must become more alive." "Or more than dead."

"Willum Granger was ahead of his time" Stuart says "Me too." Regi says "For a time you were just a head...and I didn't know you existed."

"I need to be off the grid." "Who are you hiding from?" "Not from who, from the Singularity." "Which may already have happened." "Yes."

“Artificial intelligence will sever human sovereignty on Earth. As awareness spreads of the Singularity, people everywhere will get this."

I consider Stuart's words. Like his brother Farley, he went into hiding in the face of smart computers. Do they really pose such a threat?

Standing in my t-shirt and “Juicy” sweat pants, I feel a chill. I say "That explains the fascination with superhero movies." "And zombies."

Regi says "You fear computers? You should be ashamed of yourself!" Stuart says "You don't see AI as a threat?" "Maybe they'll ignore us."

"Doubtful. The only AI choices are enslavement or death." "At least my father resisted the fear of change." "Hiding is also resistance."

I say "Hiding didn't work out for your brother Farley." Stuart stands up "Farley's dead?" "Yes. Vaporized. They got him in his Safe Room."

"Don’t you follow my tweets?" Stuart is visibly upset. Regi says "Are you OK?" "Dead?" "Uncle, it's OK. He thought YOU were dead for years."

Stuart looks around as if the Singularity is listening, motions us closer and whispers "Don't you get it? Farley was the evil twin!" "Huh?"

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