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I felt the puff of Sharonās sigh through the cordless phone. āOliver, no one would go to this much effort just toā¦ I mean, no one would do this to you. You have no enemies other than yourself. Besides, whether you did it or not, whether you believe you did it or not, youāre still in tremendous trouble. Bruce is listening to the radioāyour tape is still jamming the TV stations, you knowāand he says that the reports claim youāve broken in on regular programming worldwide, on every channel thatās been checked so far. Theyāre describing you asāwhat is it, Bruce?āāAn obviously brilliant but seriously disturbed computer and video genius.ā And I suppose you must really be a genius if you did what they say.ā
I had no problem with the āseriously disturbedā business, but I laughed at the rest. āWhen it comes to video, I can connect, disconnect, or adjust it before you can blinkāwith the exception of my stupid off-brand satellite dish. But thatās because Iām a salesman at Cowboy Carlās Computer and Component Corral in the White Lakes Mall. I sell IBM and Apple clones along with the occasional minicam, CD player, food processor, VCR, and biorhythm-charter. Does that make me a genius?ā
āThe news media will infer that it does, and so will the FCC,ā Sharon replied. āAt least, thatās what Bruce says.ā
I snorted, a noise Iād practiced since childhood and had down to near-porcine perfection. āWhat does Bruce know? This is the guy who thinks Eddie Cochran was a World War I flying ace.ā
āOliver,ā Sharon said irritably, and for that one wonderful moment I imagined that we were married. āListen to me. You are in trouble with the law.ā
āDeep sewage,ā Braceās voice said in the background. He sounded pleased.
āGobble it and choke, Bruce!ā I yelled. If nothing else, I had learned some snappy phrases during my Relationship with Julie āEat shit and die, Oliverā Calloway.
āI want you to come over here,ā Sharon said.
āWhat?ā Bruce bellowed.
āWe have to figure out what to do,ā Sharon continued, ignoring her boyfriendās shout. āIf you stay home, youāll be under arrest by sunrise. But if you cut off your broadcast immediately and come over to my place, maybe Bruce and I can help with a defense to keep you out of jail. Bruce is a terrific attorney, you know.ā
āOh, great,ā Bruce said. I heard a thump that must have been Sharon kicking him.
I liked the idea of going to Sharon Sharpstonās apartment and bugging Bruce, but I was reluctant to accept the offer. In the first place, although I couldnāt stop the broadcast, running to Sharon might be seen as an admission of guilt. In the second place, I hated to leave my house empty at night with no one to guard my treasures.
āIām not your responsibility,ā I said.
āYou became my responsibility when I allowed you into my therapy group,ā Sharon said. āBesides, Iām your friend.ā
āChrist,ā Bruce said. I heard another thump.
I tried to think of what Mother would suggest in a situation like this. When I had started getting beaten up in grade school, her advice had been to ārun and hide.ā The difficulty with that had been that there werenāt many hiding places on the treeless playgroundāand I doubted that there would be many hiding places where the Federal government couldnāt find me either.
So, as attractive as running and hiding was to me (I had done it often during my Relationship), I decided to fall back on Motherās other axiom, āWhatever works.ā In this case, since I was probably going to be considered guilty until proven innocent regardless of what I did, that would mean taking Sharon up on her offer. āIāll be right over,ā I said. āTell Bruce he can crash on the couch.ā I hung up before she could contradict my vision of the sleeping arrangements.
The Sony came back to life without my having touched the remote control. Buddy squinted out at me and said, āHereās that address again. I guess this Oliver Vale must be the right man for the job.ā
I stood up and struck my best John Wayne pose.
āThatāll be the day,ā I drawled.
I swaggered into my bedroom wishing that someone would shoot out my eyes so that I wouldnāt have to make the trip to the Spirit Land.
SHARONNotes on client Oliver Vale, continuedā¦
2/3/89; 2:45 A.M.: Oliverās transference is becoming pronounced, so offering him refuge in my home may not be good for him. However, incarceration could drive him over the brink into psychosis, and the past five years of therapy would be wasted. I have tried to explain this to my Significant Other, but I fear that he doubts my motives. Bruce, in his natural jealous anger, has even hinted that I am not truly concerned with Oliverās well-being; instead, he suggests, I subconsciously covet Oliverās collection of vintage rock and roll recordings. This is untrue. My personal feeling, in fact, is that Oliverās archives suffer from a serious paucity of Motown.
The turn that Oliverās delusions have now taken is fascinating, if frightening in its scope. Superficially, the content of his ingenious television broadcast seems to indicate a healthful realization that only he can save himselfābecause, as frequently noted, he often displays a strong personal identification with Buddy Holly. However, this feeling of identification is in fact a mask for Oliverās underlying delusion that Holly is his father. Thus, since the broadcast supposedly originates from another planet, I am led to the following preliminary analysis: Oliver sees himself as the savior of his father (_id est,_ as the embodiment of his fatherās seed), which by extension implies that he also (rather uncharacteristically, at first glance) sees himself as the savior of all mankind. Id est, for Oliver, Buddy Holly (or perhaps what Holly symbolizesāinnocence, freedom, skill, talent, love) = God the Father (who lives in Heaven, here translated as a distant planet); Oliver himself = God the Son (the Savior); and television = God the Holy Spirit (through which the Fatherās wishes are communicated and the Son is brought into being).
The barrenness of Buddy/Oliverās planet may be symbolic of Oliverās mother. More on this after I interview Oliver and analyze his responses.
I do not know what to make of the āMr. Sullivanā references. I have never heard of this person, and Oliver has never mentioned him in my presence. (Oliverās real father?)
The coming legal difficulties may make further analysis haphazard, but to minimize this problem I have decided to refer my other clients to colleagues for the next week.
The Buddy Holly tape has been on television for almost two hours now. Sometimes Buddy/Oliver talks; sometimes he sings (hiccupping strangely); and sometimes he merely stands silently or sits cross-legged on the ground, which appears to be bare rock. Nothing has repeated yet. I have been taping the broadcast for the past forty-five minutes, and I expect that a detailed study will aid me in determining the future course of Oliverās therapy.
I have only now realized that I should not have told him to come here on his own; I should have gone to him and brought him back. In my surprise and shock at his unexpected appearance on my TV screen, I failed to think clearly. If he hasnāt arrived in another twenty minutes, Iāll drive to his home.
At this moment, Buddy/Oliver (I suppose I should really write āOliver/Buddyā) is singing a song called āItās Too Late.ā I fear that he is trying to tell me something.
My Significant Other is not providing as much emotional support as I would like. It will be interesting, after this crisis is past, to examine how these and forthcoming events will have affected our relationship.
Bruce persists in referring to Oliver as a ādweeb,ā which I find intensely irritating.
RICHTERThe buzz of the telephone woke him a few minutes after 4:00 A.M., Eastern Standard Time. He was not pleased.
āRichter?ā a familiar voice asked.
āYes.ā He sat up in bed, uncomfortably aware of his paunch.
āHave you been watching television?ā
āNo.ā
āYou should be. Any station.ā
Richter touched a button on the headboard, and a fifty-inch flat screen on the far wall began to glow, gradually resolving itself into a gawky boy with a pimple on his chin.
āAre you watching yet?ā
āYes.ā The gawky boy began singing āIām Looking for Someone to Loveā in a happy, staccato hiccup of a voice.
The boy was Buddy Holly. Richter remembered him. He wanted to listen to the song, but it would be a bad idea to wake his bedmate while he was on the phone. He turned off the televisionās sound.
āItās on every channel in the world, Richter, including UHF and cable. The regular broadcasts are being wiped and replaced, apparently at the points of transmission. Even the commercial communications satellites are jammed with this thing. None of the video relays, and I mean none, will respond to commands. The Soviets have already protestedāonly two hours into it! They think weāre doing it to jam Eastern bloc telecasts. But weāre not, because we canāt. And if we canāt, then they canāt either.ā
āNo,ā Richter agreed, acknowledging the obvious.
āWe donāt know how to stop it. We donāt even know how itās being done. Do you know what this means?ā
āYes,ā Richter said, and forced himself to add, āI believe so.ā He hated to waste time on any words other than monosyllables, but he also hated to be inaccurate.
āGood. You are now a sworn enforcement agent of the Federal Communications Commission. You have the same powers in this capacity as in any other. Understood?ā
āYes.ā Richter was perturbed. At his age, with his years of experience, he resented being told anything that he could assume.
āAll right. Weāll try to keep other enforcement units out of your way, but we canāt guarantee that weāll be able to stop any local or state agencies that want to poke their noses into things. The suspected perpetrator, one Oliver Vale, was cocky enough to broadcast his identity, so you can begin your investigation at this address.ā
Richter listened to the address and scowled. Regardless of its international impact, an investigation with its focus in Topeka, Kansas, was not his idea of a cherry assignment.
āHave you finished your current business?ā the voice on the phone asked.
Richter looked down at the young woman in bed beside him. She was awakening, a sleepy smile on her perfect oval face. āNo,ā he said.
āWell, either finish it immediately or postpone it. This new matter takes precedence. If that smartass hick hacker had stuck to monkeying around with domestic transmission, Iād leave it to the regular FCC goons, but with the Russians all set to piss in our soup, itās got to be wrapped up fast. Just be sure you find out how he did it, and how to make it stop, before you do anything else. Before you do anything else. Got it?ā
āYes.ā Richterās scowl deepened. With these restrictions, he might have to be in Kansas for an entire day.
āIf you need technical assistance, Iāll see that itās provided. Go.ā
Richter replaced the receiver in its slot in the headboard, then threw off the sheet and slid out of bed.
āGoing to the bathroom?ā the woman asked drowsily.
āNo,ā Richter said. He bent down to reach under the bed, and his hand closed on his 9mm plastic pistol.
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