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Corporate Man’s
fists were shaking and his jaw was clenched so hard that his face mimicked his
hands. He turned to the gathered group
of onlookers and held his palm toward one of them.
When he spoke,
his voice was monotone and even.
“Roger. From the hospital desk. Daily hours at the gym for social interaction
and eye candy. Porn at night. Margaret from Jolene’s. Crafting supplies and home gardening
magazines to occupy your mind so you don’t think about how your family never
visits you. Tina from Jolene’s. Alcohol, violent movies, and aftermarket auto
parts to furious up your fast car. Sally
from Waldo’s. Incessant television,
crime shows mostly, fast food, and the latest in home security systems. Molly from Jolene’s. Video games, online poke, and pills.”
Corporate Man’s
head slumped and his shoulders sagged.
“None of you,”
he said after a long silence. “None of
you would be willing to side with me and make a change to benefit everyone.”
After a tense
moment, Molly said, “Hey, why would I have to work for you? Can’t I work for her?” She pointed at Business Woman.
“Interesting,”
said John Q Public. “Of course, she’s
young and hasn’t had all of the fight driven from her yet.”
Business Woman
stood up and said, “Would you? Would you
follow me into a shaky financial venture?”
“Well…
maybe. More so than him,” Molly said.
Business Woman
held her fingers to her temples as though fighting a migraine. Then she pinched
the bridge of her nose and said, “What’s… I can’t think of…”
“See! It’s him,” Corporate Man said, thrusting a
finger once again at General Apathy.
“Of course it
is,” said John Q Public. “I told you
he’s a part of all business. And she’s
next in line so a great deal of his influence would be working on her.”
“What’s that mean?”
said Business Woman.
“It’s like
this. More and more women are, or at
least will be, achieving upper level positions in the corporate structure.
Eventually they’ll be running the whole show.
I know it’s hard to see now with the male presence still so
overwhelmingly strong but we, the extremely successful, and forgive me for
returning to the sexual metaphor we established earlier in our discussion, are
now at our most erect.” A hologram
appeared with an arrow so rigid and penis-like that any tycoon would shout
“profits are up.” “In order to get to an
ultimate state of fiscal arousal the hetero male needs women and the more
aroused we get the closer we come to spending ourselves. And then it’s downhill for a while after
that. In the past we’ve had a chance to
recover and reestablish ourselves, but one day women, with all their damned multiples,
will move in and capture it all.”
“I think you
guys spent your load in 2008,” Molly said.
“Ah yes. We sure did.
It’ll be interesting to see if something comes of it. Doubtful, but you never know,” said John Q
Public. He turned to Business Woman and
said, “She’s a bright one. You might
want to take her on as your Junior Executive.”
“Stop! Just stop already. I’ve had enough of this,” Corporate Man
said. “What’s wrong with all of
you? Can’t you see the benefits of doing
business in a different way? A decent
way? My way?”
“They don’t
believe in you,” said John Q Public.
“Why? I don’t get it. I talk common sense and prosperity for all.”
“You’re a
little hard to swallow,” said General Apathy.
“You shut your
tainted mouth and stay out of this!”
“Come now,
Corporate Man,” John Q Public said.
“Think about it. Who would ever
believe that a man at a corporate level would ever be benevolent, generous, or
fair? If you cornered someone on the
street and forced them to decide who was real, Santa or Satan, only the fools
would maintain it was Santa. A jolly old
fat man giving out presents to all the good little boys and girls or a selfish
prick who’s the root of all the evil that men do? Well, we can see the constant evil everyday
so Satan is the likelier candidate, wouldn’t you say? The truth is, we can’t tolerate a selfless
hero, Corporate Man.
Corporate Man
stumbled and fell against the table. He
clutched at his chest.
“What is this
pain? Is that my heart? Am I having a heart attack?”
“No,” said General
Apathy. “I believe that’s your spirit in
the throws of a death spasm.”
“No. No!”
“I’m sorry, but
it’s true,” said John Q Public. “You are
a fiction that no one is buying.”
Corporate Man
slumped across the white tabletop and pounded his fists against the cold
surface. Spasms wracked his body and
miniscule moans of pain escaped the back of his throat. He rolled on to his back, his body softening
into acquiescence. When he spoke he
sounded like a hopeless prophet; a priest in crisis.
“Where are the
noble business men? What happened to the
gold-hearted CEO? The one who sold off
his estate to save his subordinates from layoffs?”
“He strip-mined
his heart years ago and gilt his toilet with the gold,” General Apathy said.
“No. In my mind I see them,” said Corporate
Man.
“Fantasy,
Corporate Man,” said John Q Public. “No
one would believe it. They’d think it
was some sort of stunt. And
entrepreneurs, like myself, would leak all kinds of false information to the
press to advance those negative opinions.”
“This… This
can’t–” Corporate Man started. Then his knees buckled and he dropped to the
floor.
“Quit
fighting,” said John Q Public. “It’s a
done deal. There’s nothing you, or
anyone, can do that will change anything.”
“There… is
always… hope.”
“No. There never was. I’ve got cannons, literally, cannons full of
lawyers and lobbyists, mounted on this building that I can aim at any opposition. And the people of this country wouldn’t have
it any other way.”
Corporate Man
shook his head, fell on to his side, and whispered, “No.”
“You can’t deny
it. I’m John Q Public. I am the American people.”
Business Woman
rushed over to Corporate Man and scooped his head in her arms.
“Jonesy! Come one Jonesy. Don’t lose consciousness here. Keep fighting.”
“Why?” Corporate
Man asked. “Do you think we can
prevail?”
Business Woman
hesitated and then bit her lip and looked away.
“Then it’s
true. He’s got all of you,” Corporate
Man said. He pushed her away and then
struggled to sit up, wincing and gasping.
“Fine, John. You win. But deep down you know you this isn’t
finished. These people here are not only
contributors to my demise, but witnesses to my life, my existence. A seed has been planted in each of them. A seed of hope. A hope of something better.”
John Q Public
kneeled next to Corporate Man, placing his hand behind the dying man’s head,
lowering it gently to the floor. He pat
Corporate Man’s forehead in a dainty, patronizing manner. Then he leaned down and whispered
something. Corporate Man smiled as
though relieved.
His gaze went blank.
And he stopped
breathing.
John Q Public
brushed his hand tenderly over Corporate Man’s eyes, closing the lids. He stood up, shoulders slumping, and exhaled
long, deep, and slow.
