Soon: Chapter 30: Specs and Jealousy
With the billboards dark and Specs not answering his Skull Phone, Paul speeds back to the postproduction row. There, he finds that “a team of commandos” has just raided Specs’ place, and shot him dead, leaving as quickly as they came.
As we have seen, Atheistopia does some things marvellously well. They have cured cancer and homelessness, halved all travel times, made interactive movies, stopped polluting the planet, improved laser eye surgery such that 99.9% of people have perfect unaided vision…
But they just can’t get their act together when it comes to evil dystopias.
Let’s be clear: these billboard and sign pranks weren’t successful in any way that mattered. They weren’t converting anyone; in fact, they were pissing off the general population (more on that in a bit).
So the “projectionist,” though no one knew who he was, was one of the most hated men around.
Why didn’t they grab this guy in the most public, orderly fashion possible? Drag him out, professionally, in front of a crowd. Make a big show of flipping a switch in his workroom that restores the signs. Give him a nice, public trial in a kangaroo court, and then have him publicly executed for seditious acts against the state. Make him the enemy, not the victim.
“Is that guy all right, the guy with the glasses?” [asked a bystander]
See??? SEE, ATHEISTOPIA, THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS
Paul had just met Quinn, yet he felt as if he had lost a dear brother. What a waste. What a tragic loss.
Okay, this is why I do not take RTCs seriously when they say they love everyone. That is not love. It’s certainly not love for a brother. Because I have a brother (a real one, not just some guy who shares my religious beliefs), and I can pretty much guarantee that my first thoughts if he died would not be “what a waste, what a tragic loss.”
Something else occurs to me: Atheistopia is going to have Specs’ body now. Do you think it’s possible that they could know what calls Specs received on the last day of his life?
But that’s not what is on Paul’s mind right now. He does get that somebody JUST MIGHT BE TRACKING HIM (oh, geez, Paul, YOU FRAKKIN’ THINK SO, EH???), but he doesn’t think it’s Ranold, wise to the fact that Paul is a secret Christian.
Nope, he thinks it’s Bia Balaam, and that she’s just some jealous mannish wimmens or something:
…an aggressive Washington agent who would trust no one, especially the competition. Paul was a twice-injured operative viewed as a hero in the agency and even more threatening as the son-in-law of Ranold Decenti. No, Bia Balaam would never give Paul a chance to show her up…
Gotta watch out for those aggressive wimmins! Never know what nefarious doings they’ll be up to if you don’t keep them safe in the kitchen!
Also, I think Paul is overestimating the clout he has as Ranold’s in-law. Ranold doesn’t seem the type to keep his feelings of contempt and animosity for Paulie a big secret.
But Paul is concerned enough to FINALLY check his NPO-issue car, and finds a tracking device.
WOW I WOULD NEVER HAVE GUESSED.
He attaches it to another car, a ploy that I am sure will work for ten, maybe even fifteen minutes.
And off he goes in his now-nontracked car.
Me, if I was part of the Atheistapo, I’d track Paul via his Skull Phone, but hey, what do I know?
Harriet Johns, the L.A. NPO lady, calls him and tells him to check out the Hollywood sign:
It now read “Hurray for Hollywood.” Drivers honked and waved as they passed.
OH YOU SEE, ATHEISTOPIA. SEE HOW MUCH THE POPULACE IS ON YOUR SIDE??? WHY DON’T YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS MY GAWD THIS ISN’T EVEN HARD I HAVE NEVER BEEN AN EVIL ATHEISTAPO AGENT AND I KNOW THIS.
Bah. Headdesk, Atheistopia. Headdesk for you, this time.
Atheistopia’s Death Count: 30