(Story) – Here – There, and back again (II) – Gotta tear the ground

Bring Sally up and bring Sally down
Lift and squat, gotta tear the ground

Old miss Lucy’s dead and gone
Left me here to weep and moan

Bring Sally up and bring Sally down
Lift and squat, gotta tear the ground


You keep playin’ where you shouldn’t be playin’
And you keep thinkin’ that you’ll never get burned, ha!

Nancy Sinatra

‘I do believe that the office of the CEO, as we know it, should be destroyed..’

– Vineet Nayar (Source)

There was this unease which needed to be removed. The Agents were aware of what annoyed me.

‘I really don’t like psychopaths.’

I looked around, my table was just the right size for a different smaller room with just the right number of Agents at the table, including the ‘dead’ Ada and other ‘dead’ entities.

‘Time to fly.’

In a flash of a second we were in an office.

What the psycho CEO saw was a table with some humans sitting at it, some very vague figures too, a glowing ball and a book, laying on the table, which all wasn’t there a second ago.

He was eating, his last supper.

‘Hi.’ I said.

‘WHAT THE HELL.’ He said, while he clumsily shoved his soup away, searching for the emergency button under his desk.

‘That won’t work.’

Although clumsy with the soup, he swiftly opened a drawer, took out a gun. But I had a book that could fly. When it hit the gun, it flew through the office, hitting the floor.

‘Don’t move.’

Ada; ‘You should have said that the moment we were here.’


CEO; ‘Who are you?’

I don’t know why, but that question got me into a philosophical mood.

Who am I? That is a profound question!

Ada; Don’t!

So I didn’t got philosophical and just answered his question; ‘We are the Flying Circus.’

Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was just us, or it was his bad health; he started to feel somewhat dizzy.

‘But it’s not about us, or me, but about you, the psycho CEO.’

CEO; ‘What am I?’

Ada; ‘A psychopath.’

CEO; ‘Is th├ít a ghost?’ He became afraid.

‘You will know soon, very soon.’ I said.

Sooner even than I had anticipated. He tried to getup, out of his chair, but the moment he stood his body strangely keeled over, managing, somehow, to land in the soup. It all made a bigger mess of what it already was.

He popped out of his body.

‘Am I dead?’ He asked.

‘Out of the body, I would say.’

‘I see these strange beings come to me, they aren’t nice.’ he said.

‘I’ll give you some advice, start reflecting about what you have done, when you were human. That will get you out of the hell hole that you are getting into.’

He, the former CEO of a bank, wasn’t noticing me anymore. He became a prisoner of his own dark consciousness. He started to scream, seeing only the truest of darkness around him, with strange terrible beings. He couldn’t notice a small light, that was near him, waiting to help him, when the time would be right, to forgive the unforgiven.

‘A former master in the financial slavery trade.’

He didn’t only create a hell within the company, but also mentally tormented many people connected with his company. Directly or indirectly. He was never free.

‘I hate slavery.’ I whispered.

A new 100% reserve bank was being created. The new owners would have skin in the game.

New York started to change.

Gotta tear the ground

‘Beam us back Cyc.’

( To be continued.. )

‘Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven.’

The Unforgiven I

‘But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes, now I see it.’

The Unforgiven II

‘How could he know this new dawn’s light
Would change his life forever?’

The Unforgiven III