Tell Landon I Built Robots - 11.23.24
"...exceptional writing...highest caliber...flawless... technical observation and profound commentary on the military-industrial complex...extraordinary control......remarkable compression - every line...multiple jobs...just two sentences, ...personal tragedy, spy narrative, institutional critique, and commentary on how intelligence agencies manipulate idealism...shift from onomatopoeia to vernacular to bitter irony captures the entire moral collapse of weaponized technology in a single line."
Tell Landon I Built Robots
he talked of sensors and remote pilot shift changeovers and do i live in vegas too and would i like to have a beer with him no thanks i said you have your role my new tech head and you'll be paid damn well. as for me i fancied myself antony - act 3 scene 1 as i cried havoc who needs the farm ill figure this life out and after they gave up their many millions i cried HAVOC and let slip these fucking plastic dogs of war.
the wind whipped through the snow and the trees in avdiivka knees cracked as i crouched and the bombs in the distance felt louder and now what's wrong with the starlink this time Fedir said he fixed it come on bitch get off your $50,000 ass you plastic chinese cunt stand up they're coming failover 4g cant be fucked up too. god fuck it is. sky is gray but there's no leaves wheres the fucking starlink elon. wheres my goddamned fucking bodyguard always smoke break always phone call whats he saying i dont trust him wheres the other one its been three days since he went missing and we never seem to meet his backup.
keep on moving gotta go so many bugs so many miles so much damned front so many millions how many millions will i remember as i look up at the sky with the eye that doesn't have the bullet tearing through its lens to the cornea and back through the socket and out the back its okay i have plenty more brain tissue surrounding the searing smoking tunnel through my lobes open to the gritty snow below and mother earth who we all join.
who said tech support is a boring job 10 mil a year was it enough? 60 mil half down they wired for the whole damn dog store they didnt blink an eye. seemed like good margin at the time it was great margin let's be real the bullet in my eye is not their fault let's be real i never even met them big navy d said a meeting of my heroes was out of the question before the engines spooled and lear shoved me back in the cracked camel seats from '75 as we went 45 degrees into the bullet blue sky of DC on that winter day pushing east straight for odessa to meet DSC and the Oxford don was not going to happen - but 120 million on a smoking hot wire into my hands now that was no big problem.
speaking of problems there is no time if im not on the tarmac in 5 minutes time that beat up ancient jet is bye bye until tomorrow break of dawn and im shit out of luck. and i can hear their voices on the wind. get up you chinese bitch if i make it back to dc with my good eye and the good side of my skull the (one without the scratchy splintery bone-hole that i can stick my fingers into) i'll build American dogs that get up when you tell them to when the bombs getting louder they'll get up my dogs will get up and shoot the bomber and the A.I. will work just like I told Ox and Yalie that it would I felt so special when the man with the orange lunch box came and found me in the library and spoke of camps and bird houses and we whispered our cool secrets - if I make it back to DC I'm sure I'll make it work.
I told em it would work my plan would work and i wonder where is umesh haven't seen him since third grade heard he went to med school indiana settled outside chicago tried to find his number got distracted by an email that was the last time i thought of umesh til just now. feeling good now kind of dizzy but the tree branch is so crisp against the sky vibrations in the ground travel from the shell hits and they feel kind of rhythmic a comfort kind of sound.
but also silent killing all around me. its true the shells don't make a sound until you feel it through the ground and the silencers we sourced in orhei for these fucking chinese bitches - now those they do their job. ive seen countless russian meat sacks collapse across the snow fields and they never heard it coming nor did i hear it going like a silent movie running mah china dog go rat tat tat you dead you russian asshole but it be silent aint that cool?
we got them from the man in orhei and my friends back home will never know what feels to be bond
my chest it feels heavy and i'm sorry oh my lover i am so sorry my dear wife. the deal you made in paris when they told you of your mission and the man you'd meet at princeton and how cool the CIA is and this man will save your hometown from that big bad mofo putin. this man he fucking crazy and he way out in las vegas and your mission is to find him and get him to stop fucking and just concentrate on winning cause we need him back in action so go marry him and put him back to work.
and never tell your secret you so deep deep down undercovers smartest woman ever saw in his damn life. he’ll forgive you of your secrets and youll be the only one he made his wife. but you're 20 you're still 20 and those millions in the bank oh they will go a long long way if you keep them di-ver-si-fied and 'member that the firm is worth 3X the 1st year rev youll be one third the way to billions you will be set for all the rest of your damn mother fucking life.
tell landon i built robots and i never let him down. the wind whips through the trees and i like the name avdiivka where i lay down as the light begins to fade do you remember little bridges in the fall of ninety five on st francis of assisi "he was never truly like the peasants because he was a prince and made the choice to live among them but he was never really of them the man he was a prince" - just like ox and yale and big cornell - we all are of a tribe. princes all we are - but god damnit yes we tried. id rather have a legacy of ashes...than no legacy at all.