Sergio De La Pava - A Naked Singularity

“Seriously, I agree,” said Angus. “And if that were the case how much does a gorilla like that go for and where does this little girl get that kind of green?”

“She doesn’t. It’s bullshit. A gorilla like that. One that can talk? That simian’s got to be worth a fortune!”

“Except Magilla couldn’t talk,” said Angus.

“Yeah I don’t think he could talk either,” contributed Traci.

“I bet he could talk if he had to. He probably just never had much to say,” countered Louis.

“He was purple. That’s got to jack the price up,” said Angus.

“He wasn’t purple dude you’re thinking of goddamn Grape Ape,” said Louis.

“I think they were both purple,” said Traci.

“Here, let me try to find it again,” said Angus.

“Casi?” from a tiring Louis.

“I don’t know, black and white set.” I drifted to the back of the apartment where Alyona searched his bedroom with increasing desperation. Our best-laid plan would crumble if Alyona didn’t find the key I’d given him.

“I’ve looked everywhere,” he said. “I have no idea where I put it and locating something in this mess is no small task.”

“I have faith in you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Got it, maybe Louis can hypnotize you to remember where you put them.” (In addition to his lifelong love of advertising Louis had a new interest in anything hypnotic, alleging that the distinction between the two fields grew blurrier by the day. One day about two months past he had gone to a three-day seminar in Anchorage, Alaska given by someone named Gary Dullen, a self-proclaimed hypno-guru . Before he left he showed me the brochure which said inter alia that YOU TOO CAN LEARN HOW TO HYPNOTIZE OTHERS IN JUST 12 EASY LESSONS! AMAZE YOUR FRIENDS AND IMPROVE YOUR PERSONALITY! The premise, and the allure for Louis, was that you needn’t wish to become a professional hypnotist to benefit from the seminar. Materials would be given, workbooks used, with the end result that your $239.99—all major credit cards accepted — would be exchanged for a winning hypnotic personality, one that would win you the admiration of others, although they may not be entirely sure why they admire you.)

“No way,” Alyona said. “I would sooner break your door down and deal with my uncle than let that guy mess with my head, he’s that scary. Though not as scary as that other nut. Sometime I’ll tell you.”

“Well I’ll give you your privacy as long as you promise a continued good-faith effort.”

“Be not afraid for it has become almost personal at this point.”

I walked back towards the living room while picturing, really almost feeling, my lumpy but loyal bed.

“Want an espresso?” said Louis from the open kitchen.

“It’s two in the morning. I have to be at work in about seven hours.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a no-but-thank-you. You guys plan to sleep at any point?”

“Tell him your plan, go ahead,” said Louis motioning to Angus with his chin while measuring coffee grounds.

“Well the truth is I bought The Casio Carousel for a reason. Tonight starting in less than one-half hour, Channel Eleven, as they do every year though a bit late this year, is presenting a Honeymooners marathon, all thirty-nine episodes back to back and in order.”

“And your plan?”

“On the surface what I’m going to do is record all of the episodes. Then, thanks to the Carousel’s highly attuned C.E.S. or Commercial Extraction Sensor, I will replay the episodes without commercial interruption on a continuous self-propelling and repetitive loop.” At mention of the sensor Louis had visibly shuddered then fired ocular evil in Angus’s direction. “That’s what I’m going to do on the surface,” Angus continued unfazed.

“Okay. And below the surface?”

“I’m going to turn Ralph Kramden and possibly the three others into actual human beings.”

“What do you think of that Casi?” asked Louis.

“Nothing.”

“You must think something of it,” said Angus.

“Nope.”

“C’mon be honest.”

“It’s honestly late.”

“Honestly? You think nothing?”

“Fine, I think it seems you really like the show but I also think you’re being frivolous.”

“It does sound frivolous, I admit that, but that’s only because I haven’t taken the time to properly explain,” Angus said with the air of someone about to repeat something they had said earlier with far greater emotion. “What happens when two people become friends Casi? I say that at least part of what happens is that the two people become more real to each other. In a sense each feels that the other has become more of a human being. Anyone would agree with that but how does this happen? How does someone go from being a collection of flesh and bone who generally occupies the same space as us to being a real person who has an inner life that we, on some level, care about. Well I think the principal way this happens is through speech and language. After all, we can see the same person every day for years but if we’ve never heard them speak I maintain that if properly confronted we’d be hard-pressed to even think of them as human and we certainly wouldn’t consider them friends. That sounds odd I know, but have you ever been in a room full of complete strangers who weren’t talking? Did you ever then have a fleeting thought or feeling that maybe they didn’t really exist at all the way you exist? On the other hand, people actualize through speaking. Actors know this. How many lines? they ask when considering a part, not how much face time. Hostages talk to their tormenters in the hopes of becoming more human and therefore harder to kill. These people seem to realize that the more we hear someone talk in a variety of situations the closer we become to them, the more real they become to us. Their speaking makes it harder to ignore their status as actual people with inner lives like ours. So why is that? The answer is probably obvious but I don’t know what it is. Nevertheless, and more importantly, I’m going to make this process happen in the context of The Honeymooners. Sure I’ve seen all these episodes before but half-hour at a time and diffused among all this other stimuli. This time, however, I’m going to be running these episodes in a constant loop. I won’t move a muscle while they play. There will be no commercials. The result is that over time Ralph Kramden and to a lesser extent the others will begin to seem, no, will in fact become , more and more real. And why not? I’ll see them in a variety of situations. They’ll be coming into my home! What could be more intimate than that?”

“You can’t touch them for one.”

“So what? How many times have I touched you? Are we not friends? Are you not real? These people will be constantly speaking to each other.”

“Right, to each other not to you.”

“That’s irrelevant. There are people in this room right now as we speak solely to each other yet their perception of us as actual beings suffers not in the slightest.”

“They can join in if they wish. If you try to join these Honeymooners conversations you’ll only establish that you’re insane.”

“They can join in that’s true, but if they choose not to does that make us any less real to them? I will not be joining in these conversations but I will observe them and listen to them for so long and in the absence of any other stimuli that the characters will eventually become real in an important sense of the word.”

“Okay how long?”

“As long as it takes. My guess is at least a hundred hours or enough to see every episode seven times.”