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"Testing.0"

words

*Testing. Testing.*

Nothing.

*Testing. Testing.*

The tone droned on monotonously.

Around the table was a grim group of intellectuals, faces drawn long, trying to make the best of their situation.

"Johnny to bat: Ace showing, skinny hidden, dealer's got eleven up."

"Hit me." The test pattern was growing dimmer.

"That's a deuce for you, nothing wild. Some harsh reality for ya folks, three showing, skinny hidden."

"Hit me." The test pattern was growing dimmer. He dipped his hand into the bowl of pinkish gruel in the center, and had a sip of thick liquid. Life... life wasn't that bad, when you got used to it.

"A jack smothers. Ace and a deuce, nothing hiding nine or over."

"Bust." There was a sigh from the crowd. "Signal's still there, could last another five minutes. Pass it on?"

*testing. testing.* fainter.

"Right-o. George, I see a lovely little lady sitting there up top, what would you like to play?"

"I'd like a hit if you don't mind."

"Call 'em as you want 'em. Laying down a cute little eight, how's that suit you?"

George smiled and flipped his down card. "Twenty one."

The crowd clapped, always appreciative of a good turn of luck. Especially appreciative of a good turn of luck.

"Well, Steve, on to you. A four up, whatcha hiding?"

*testing. testing.*

"Umm. Pass."

"You sure? Best you've got is a fifteen, dealer's showing some wealth on the table..."

"Pass."

"Well, I suppose there is a bust on the table. I can understand a hesitance to play. Especially with a twenty-one also up."

"Jones? A four showing..."

"I think I'll have to stick with the coward's way, I'm just not feeling my oats right now." He helped himself to some gruel, looking sick to his stomach.

*... t .. sting .. te .. ng.* The people about the table paused and looked at eachother, hiding their thoughts from themselves as best they could.

"Jake? You've got an ace up, how can I do you?"

"Ah, what the hell. Hit me."

"Ten down, didn't do you any good."

"Yeah, I think I'll stay, thanks. I might flirt with it, but I'm not suicidal yet."

*... tes .khkhk. es .khkhkhk.*

"Well, that's it. Looks like it was on your hand, Jonny," looking at the guy who had busted.

"Looks like it is." Johnny got up, stretched, walked over to the corner of the room and lay his head down on a large flattened rock. The dealer got up and stood over him.

"You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to scream. You have the right to an enjoyable life for so long as you can win it. In you, we will live on. In us, you will live on. I pray that what you go to, if there is such a thing, is better than this." There was a polite and respectful spattering of applause. The dealer brought a large rock down hard through Jonny's skull. The group got together and stripped the corpse, shared his clothing, and went about disseminating his meat. Less choice parts of his body were poured into a vat which was connected to a large radio transceiver and a small radio receiver.

*Testing. Testing.*

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/** thought -- insert idle chatter between them of people they remember, loved ones and people formerly part of their group, giving a better understanding of the world they're in, their grim resignation, the sacrifices they've known. **/

thought -- sun novaed; earth baked? flew off, lost gravity? some major disaster... What? Why can they no longer produce energy? fusion was never invented, they don't have the manpower, supplies, materials, knowhow... What about wind? Wind doesn't provide meat.... but it could provide energy to the radio...