Christopher WunderLee - Moore's Mythopoeia

“You might think, and in this case you would be wrong, that I intend then, to stab Hippocrates to death. But no, my friendly audience, I intend to have Hippocrates stab me to death. For we can only disprove a theory by experimentation, this we have not been given the right to do and so, I shall take it upon myself to be our universal scientist. My theory contradicts the prevailing zeitgeist and if the world is not round than I shall fall off the side.”

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Halfway up the array, slowly gliding into frame in a drapey, lucent robe with bell tower sleeves, one tie, right there, two inches under the sternum, tossed open to the sides, fingers trickling downwards, swaying to music they can’t hear, palms cupping her own flanks, bent forward, twisting, file reads like a domestic differences court proceeding: “subversive requests… immoral needs… several documented instances of perversion… indication of self-gratification rituals… husband filed action request… episode involving produce inserted into vagina… a lack of sociability…” as she sways her hips towards a mirror, licks the air in front of thirty or so people (unbeknownst to her), and leans against the wall. Hand spread open begins to descend down, pulls string slowly, tosses back the gown, two round tits, presses from the outside in, mashing them together, feigned attempt to lick left nipple, squeezing roughly, Vincent with tented pants already, two uncomfortable coughs, clearing throats, strained focus on anything else, sideward glances, stroking them stiff, snake-like torso movements, mouth open, lazy wanting eyes, hand continues downward over right breast, dips into ribs, over abdominal muscles (very nicely defined), brushing belly button, fingers pointing down, twirling groomed hair-line, disappearing finger tips, Vincent leaking, wetting lips, a few coughs, ah-hum, obviously moaning, leans against wall, legs buckling, increasing velocity of massage, red light, red light…

Vincent turns towards the wall above the seats and heads for his office, a manila folder at fly-height, makes it without being seen and inspects the damage. Takes a seat behind his desk, lest anyone should wander in, unzips, dollop of creamy lotion, and tubes his right hand, concentrates, tissue ready, UUUuuuuhhhhhhh…

A few moments later, Vincent leaves his office and heads to the end of the hall, takes a right, counts nine doors, enters, take a left, counts six doors, enters, takes another right, counts eight doors, enters, turns left, counts three doors, enters, goes down the hall to door number six on the right, and knocks…

“Good morning, Captain Vincent, please come in.”

“I got a message you wanted to see me.”

Two matured soldiers, purely formulaic thoughts, fanfaronade from director, probably commanders… Section 9…

“Yes, this is Commander Charles and Commander Franklin of Section 9. They have been monitoring your progress.”

“I see.”

Misfeasance, intolerably so too, none of their business, really, he is knowledgeable about her… no reason for questions, already know the answers, the other has been packed along for numbers, a tactic, strategy, two commanders versus a captain…

“We had some questions concerning this case, if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, specifically the purpose for its continuation.”

Feign ignorance… expecting cooperation, I know that man: Arthur Dodger, the wolf, yes, tied to her… not yet… she’s changing… know about him…

“I don’t understand the question.”

“The Code is specific on cases like these, Captain Vincent, it does not appear that you are following protocol in this instance. Reports 3.4 and 6.2 indicate branding is necessary, yet our office has not received advert from you.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“Could you explain why?”

No need… she’s a contact… get to him through her… a few hours in the Room… the commander is a specialist… introduce her and get it out of her…

“My work isn’t finished.”

“Yes, Elisa is an Untouchable, is that not correct? We were uncertain why the investigation began in the first place.”

“Elisa Greene has a muddy citizenship, her father was Bartalas Greene, but her mother was of questionable social standing. The Green family quietly adopted her to avoid scandal and she’s lived with them ever since, as a Greene. However, we began to investigate her based upon the criteria without prejudice.”

“That was over a year ago, Captain Vincent and your reports show she is a perfect candidate for additional marketing.”

…never see the facility… to a base… plenty of time to question her… he’s counting on cooperation, ignorance… protocol…

“Yes, but she’s still connected to the Untouchables, I don’t believe the normal evidence is sufficient to warrant a launch. However, I do believe, with time, I’ll be able to acquire sufficient evidence to present a case to the Social Court.”

“You mention in Report 16.7 that you have actually had contact with your query, is this not cause for reassignment?”

Minimize… deter… he’s contemplating loyalty… seen pictures… possibly videos… believes she’s gotten to me… nothing, it’s nothing…

“Yes, it’s an unfortunate situation. I’d personally gone to her brother’s wedding to continue surveillance and was maneuvered by custom to dance with her. After which, she confronted me off-duty at a café.”

“But you have not been reassigned.”

“I realize that it’s a strange maneuver on my part, but I believe, and my team believes, that we can actually turn it to our advantage.”

“How so?”

“It gives us additional opportunities to gather information and to gauge her psychological well-being. Already, after only two meetings, I’ve acquired additional information that will be of later use.”

Unsatisfied… no cause for jurisdictional dispute though, he’s turning to the wolf… symbolize their involvement… beyond our means… nonfeasance…

“There are four mentions in your reports, Report 9.15, Report 13.11, Report 22.5, and Report 37.16, of a male you know only as ‘the Wolf’. You indicate that the subject has a relationship with this ‘Wolf’ and that it is of questionable standing.”

“Yes, the subject has a sexual relationship with this man that appears, although we lack sufficient evidence to be sure, that the relationship does not meet the appropriate guidelines.”

“When you say of a sexual nature, do you mean they are romantically involved, and if so, should that not be cause to place your investigation on a pending status, until you discover the intent of the relationship?”

Purposefully innocent question… he knows the regulations… a trial… his colleague observing body language, voice, and facial movements…

“Normally, yes. However, we have indications that the intent of the relationship doesn’t meet the criteria for an appropriate match. Neither Ms. Greene nor ‘the Wolf’ have shown deliberate movement towards marriage or a mutually beneficial union.”

“Are you aware of the length of their relationship?”

“Yes, it appears to be several years old.”

“When you say that neither Ms. Green nor this ‘Wolf’ person appear to intend to marry, how did you ascertain this information?”

“The relationship, first of all, is extremely volatile, they don’t publicly admit to its existence, nor do they date on a regular basis. Rather, ‘the Wolf’ appears without notice and has sexual intercourse with Ms. Greene and disappears again for quite some time.”

“Can you be more specific concerning the spontaneity of ‘the Wolf’s’ appearance?”

“I don’t wish to offend, but ‘the Wolf’ actually purposely catches Ms. Greene off guard and does certain sexual acts that wouldn’t be appropriate to discuss in mixed company.”