SPANDEX's Return

(part the tenth)

Having cleared up my sense of priorities, I headed back east. There were still a few matters to be cleared up in Annandale; I had better start heading that way. I locked the ZZYZXcomputer onto a course that led in the general direction of upstate New York and turned on the ZZYZXcontrol. This, despite the name, controls the ZZYZXmobile and not me; this enables me to catch the occasional nap.

I woke to the ZZYZXalarm blaring. Looking up at the screen, I saw the flashing on the screen, "OVERRIDE OVERRIDE". The ZZYZXmobile moved over to the right lane and started to slow down. I tried to reassert manual control but just got beeped at for my efforts. "What's going on?" I wondered. I built the ZZYZXmobile and- like any reader of science fiction novels- made sure that manual control could be taken at any time. I wondered if SPANDEX was responsible, but this didn't seem to be His style. Besides, there would be a note from TOTOA if this were the case. Well I was stuck on this ride; I would just have to wait to see what was going to happen.

I was near Pueblo when I finally came to a halt. I was inside what what appeared to be a military complex. There was a huge (electrified?) fence that opened as I approached. After I entered, it closed with a menacing click. I was parked in a parking space. The odd thing is that it said, "Reserved for ZZYZX." Well someone was expecting me; maybe it was time to find out who.

"ZZYZX!" boomed a loudspeaker,"You are among friends. I'll meet you in the pink building. TOTOA." TOTOA?!?! Finally I would be able to meet him face to face. I wonder if my theories about him would be correct.

Walking to the door, I found it blocked. It was my friend from Florida. Looking behind me, I saw OMAR come up. He said, "We have erected a shield that will prevent you from contacting your Goldfish." I looked up and saw some plastic overhead. Both of them pulled out blunt instruments and moved closer. They probably were demons, but how could I be sure? And if I'm not sure, how could I even think about fighting back?


This story is copyright 1996 by David Steinberg and may be distributed freely as long as this cute little note is attached.

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