NOTICE, FIND A NEW ONE
This is The Collected, a place so frustrating in its nature that the great
philosopher from the planet Alpha Demo, Delphaconnick, called it- “A symbol of
truly how Godless and random creation is in its cruelty to fucking with all life.”
It’s basically pluckings from creation.
Pluckings is like cracklings.
Oh, go look up BBQ and cracklings, I need to get on with this…
There have been times in his long life when he thought he was going to
die, a feeling of death coming upon him at random moments, but after a man has
travelled to Hell a few times and knocked rather rudely on Heaven’s Gates Death
would rather not even wish to be associated with you by name; so changes are in
order.
Death has plans for this sort of person though, let’s be clear about that.
Maybe this was one of the reasons why a long time ago he made the choice
to abandon his true name in favor of a title…?
No title is not the right word? It’s more of a handle or more so I guess a
nickname would the better word to use?
I guess?
A nickname given by a mistake of misunderstanding.
Notice is what he is called.
That’s just how things are.
Like getting nicknamed Patience by assholes on the baseball team.
Not that, that was my nickname in high school.
Get the look of surprise off your face that I might have been on the
baseball team.
It’s true.
Notice in time became contentedly familiar with it as what people called
him and liked that it also always raised questions when new encounters occurred.
Everyone loves some mystery in other people’s views of them.
Notice is not human, an alien if you will, though he does look human in
outwardly appearance.
Funny how that seems to happen a lot in the random chaos of the universe?
Maybe a lot of writers also have a bit of Xenophobia in their
imaginations?
Wait, is Xenophobia the right word for illirational views of peoples from
other planets?
Speciesism might be a better fit?
Ok, now I’m told illirational isn’t a word, let’s move on, I think that’s
needed, I’m running down a tangent lost highway.
Notice’s people have many talents but one of the most useful of them is they
can travel the energy waves of creation: Time, dimensions, realities, and
space, all roads at the feet of his people.
Once when he really concentrated he travelled along a length of phone
lines on Earth old school superhero style to track down an intergalactic bounty
hunter.
In this section of this story were I introduce you to him he has travelled
to 2008 Earth, the North American Continent, the country of the United States
Of America, the state of Florida, in the county of Brevard, and while I was
rambling randomly about him he died.
Face down in the swimming pool of an apartment complex, body mostly burned
away to be unrecognizable to anyone who knew him.
Though his story, our story is just beginning and we have plenty of time
before we need to get to this point; so I would disregard this entire first
bit.
But you really should Google crackling.
Angry about reaching around and finding not much of his jacket was still
there had him out of the line of being able to feel that a large individual was
behind him who had just exited the previously, in The Collected #7, mentioned
hanger door.
The voice Notice heard from behind as he worked his way to his feet was
muffled by the helmet sitting down sealed to the suit that was clearly a space pilot’s
suit.
Clearly.
‘I’m sorry my ears are ringing from that blast, are you speaking to me?’
Notice asked.
Without turning Notice’s attention now slipped to a hope that his newly
purchased bloodstones hadn’t found any cracks in them. His trips to Brevard
County were always nice but he had just traded for these.
‘I really don’t believe you’re part of my crew,’ stated helmet guy.
‘Must be the Yankees cap, I use to blend in much better with my
surroundings. Must the human influence on me?’ Notice
‘Tell me why you are on my ship or you’re going out that airlock to your
left.’
‘Ok, Commander...’
‘Captain.’
‘Captain, my name is Notice…’
‘Stupid name, airlock.’
‘Captain, I am here as a representative of a planet you recently raided…’
‘Cena 3?’
‘Yes, you see we wish to offer safe harbor to you in case trouble befalled
you and your crew…’
‘Safe harbor in exchange for no future raids? Sorry, pirates make no
deals.’
‘But…?!...’
‘Don’t worry Mr. Notice, I have enough problems to have to worry about
than tossing out the garbage.’
Notice was going to relax thinking the current crisis of The Sarah Jane
has the Captain focused on more important issues than himself.
‘But I do plan to send you back to Cena 3 in several pieces as a firm no
answer.’
So much for the relaxing.
COMING
The next installment
of the flash fiction adventures of Notice as he finds trouble, makes friends,
and tries to make himself feel superior to others.
THE COLLECTED #9
(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams
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