*A Collection of Antiquarian Curios & Relics*
"You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand. . ."
--Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Red Right Hand
OLD PEOPLE WITH NOOKS (Part Four)
Gathering his thoughts, Police Lieutenant Juan Carlos sat in Bezos Park on a bench sponsored by the largest conglomerate in the free world, Amazon. He peered at the two moons in the nearly cloudless sky. They were almost like bookends to Cloud City, which floated between them. It was not often that you saw both moons during the day. It was usually interpreted as an evil portent. They looked like two dead eyes staring down at him. He exhaled slowly.
He was at a dead end in his investigation of the now infamous Nook incident, but every finger seemed to point at Jeff Bezos. However, Wilson's comment still rang in his ears, "That's all fine and dandy, but one does not simply walk into Jeff Bezo's Cloud City. It is folly."
For a moment, the sky appeared to crack open and he gazed upon a darker sky. There was a sky with only one moon, and without any signs of Cloud City. He blinked and it was gone. Juan smiled. He thought, perhaps, just perhaps, there is another universe. A universe where Amazon does not control every aspect of their lives. Maybe there is hope.
He rose from the bench and said aloud, "Then, folly it is."
Juan walked across the green to the drone park on the other side. A man with an Amazon jumpsuit met him at the gate and asked, "Can I help you?"
He glanced at the gangly youth's name tag. It said: HUGH HOWEY and then in smaller letters, 'I'm reading Phil Klay's Redeployment (9781594204999) 26.95, a National Book Award finalist.'
Hugh nodded vigorously, "Oh, yeah. Great book. I think it would have won the NBA, if Mr. Bezo's wife hadn't had a new release this year. She's a really good writer. I think this makes five NBAs in a row for her."
Juan pointed towards a one-seater drone and said, "I need to see Mr. Bezos."
Hugh tsked-tsked, "I'm sorry, sir. Unless you're on the approved list, no can do."
Juan flashed his badge, "Does this get me on the list?"
"Sir, I'll have to check with my supervisor."
As Hugh glanced down at the walkie on his belt, Juan reared back with his right fist and cold-cocked him in the face. Bezo's employee fell backwards and landed on the tarmac with a sickening thud.
Juan flexed his hand, opened the gate, and stepped over the still prone body, "It looks like I am on the list."
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