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Posted by on Sep 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

“You know that you have to do your own schoolwork,” Martin says, uncomfortably. “And chores. The adversity sharpens your spirit!”

“I see,” says Jane.

“So if you’re having a potato pancake do them, we might have to eat him. That’s all I’m saying.”

“But if I made the potato pancake and feed it every day, isn’t its work a product of my labor?”

“Nope!”

Jane frowns at him. Then she sighs.

“Fine,” she says, weighed down by the burdens of living in an unjust universe. “I’ll do my own chores and homework.”

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Posted by on Sep 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

It is five nights later when hunger wakes Jane. It roils in her belly. It writhes like a living thing. She wakes up. She looks stealthily this way and that. Then she sneaks down to the kitchen to get a secret snack.

 

 

 

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Posted by on Sep 20, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

The kitchen is not empty. The lights are dim but they are not off. Martin is there. Johnny Pancake is there. It’s not a surprise snack intervention! They’re just discussing mysterious things in low voices in the middle of the night.

“I paste green and brown paper on the insides of my goggles,” Martin is explaining. “It helps me to cultivate an air of cynical detachment.”

“By being unable to see anything at all?”

Martin shrugs.

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Posted by on Sep 20, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

After a few minutes of eavesdropping, Jane thinks about sneaking back to bed. But then Martin says something interesting. Softly, he asks Johnny Pancake, “Where does this end, Johnny? How far do you intend to go?”

“Food evolves quickly,” answers Johnny Pancake. “Potato pancakes are ultimate evolution engines. I expect that I shall reach an omega plateau and become . . . God.”

“‘God?’”

“The ultimate realization of dharma. The final expression of the potential in the self. Perfection.”

“I see,” Martin says.

There is a bit of a silence.

“I shouldn’t, should I,” says Johnny Pancake.

Martin considers.

“That is for you to determine,” he says, after a while. “Jane cooked you, not I.”

“I would supplant these pitiful things that call themselves men.”

“No,” whispers Jane.

“They are not a delicious fried potato concoction,” Martin says. “But they may surprise you.”

“No!” Jane says louder, bursting into the kitchen with a complete disregard for stealth and dignity. “No! No self-sacrifice! No ‘I shouldn’t!’ I love you, Johnny Pancake!”

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Posted by on Sep 20, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

Johnny Pancake’s eyes are two little circles of onion.

They seem to swell in Jane’s vision. They become two great onion moons. And it is in that moment that she realizes it is all hopeless.

It’s all pointless.

They are the eyes of a potato pancake that has stood at the edge of eternity and realized that it does not want to become a God.

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Posted by on Sep 21, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

And he lifts down the meat scissors from the upper shelf, to cut up the pancake enemy; and he takes up a fork and he turns it around and he offers it to Jane; and with a third hand — for telekinetic hands are not of such limited supply as real ones — he offers her the sour cream.

“But you’re hungry,” he says, and her stomach rumbles.

“Oh, Johnny,” whispers Jane.

Posted by on Sep 21, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

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Posted by on Sep 23, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue) | 0 comments

It wasn’t because he was her enemy! It wasn’t even because he was “climbing up to the omega plateau” and was going to destroy the world or anything like that. Whatever!

She was just hungry!

That was all.

Posted by on Sep 23, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 0 (Prologue), Stomping the World Round | 0 comments

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