SPACE OPERA 2045

“Yes, This is Dr. Karin Weissman A”

“Dr. Weissman, the program is complete.”

“Excellent! And my pay?”

“You will have it.”

“We require just one more thing from you, however.”

The rain fell, rancid, polluted, contaminated water striking the prefab granite with a sizzling hiss of reactive chemicals.

Three men in suits approached the door.

“Mrs. Weissman-

“Yes I’m here, open the door”

“We have run out of psychic candidates. As a result, human resources have come at a-premium. We believe you will, a rather high profile intellectual as yourself, be a willing participant in the MKULTRA-2..program”

“U-uh excuse me?”

“Please, sit down.”

Nothing could be heard but the crying whine of efficient, high powered brushless motors and a musty, sour smell

The night, for a world so tired and old, went on terribly slowly. Many buildings. Many people. Many minds. One beating heart.

“Bishop! Bishop! “McKentucky” “Mcknugget!”

“Yes?”

“I think I’ve found a prime source of the organ trafficking- they’re coming from what I understand are the wealthy-white-suburbs of chesterburry road.”

“And?”

“we might be able to intercept a shipment I’ve identified as being particularly valuable.”

“And how will we do that?”

“Listen, because – !!!!!###

–(To be continued)