Part 44 (1/2)

'I'm honoured, I guess. So, since when have you gone by the name of Seren Dippy?'

'Your caller is a severe delusional, wanted by the police in his own-'

'Christ, was that a firecracker in my headphones?'

'I have to speak with the zookeeper.'

'Woah! Gear down, big s.h.i.+fter! Get off this line!'

'I don't intend to comply.'

'You misdialled, friend! Take a hike!'

'I didn't misdial, Mr Segundo. And we're not friends.'

'So what do we have here? A freak, an agent, or a cop? Don't answer that, I don't care! The Bat Segundo Show is not a party-line. Kevin get him off !'

'I'm here for as long as I want to be, Bat.'

'Oh, are you, huh? Now, Now, Kevin!' Kevin!'

'Electronic wizardry is not electronic divinity, but it's enough for the time being.'

'Night Train FM does not allow any punk to walk in and... hold it right there, Zookeeper, you son of a Gun! Fabulous! It's you, isn't it? It's another of your drama slots you're replaying us, hey? I saw the bait, and gulped that woozer down!'

'Drama is fabulation. I cannot fabulate.'

'You're not putting one over me here, Zookeeper?'

'I am not crossloading this transmission, Bat.'

'If it's not you, Zookeeper then who is this punk?'

'I am attempting to trace the caller, Bat.'

'I'm speaking through an ingrowing looped matrix, Zookeeper. I didn't want to become your latest victim of the second law. You won't be able to trace me in under thirty minutes, not even you. Forget it, and listen.'

'Gatecrashers are not welcome on the Bat Segundo Show, friend! Who are you?'

'My friends call me Arupadhatu, but you are not my friend, friend.'

'I'll pull the plug on the d.a.m.n transmitter if you don't tell me what you're doing.'

'Aren't you curious about your distinguished guest?'

'Zookeeper?'

'I am prepared to listen, Bat.'

'Okay, stranger. Draw.'

'Zookeeper. I was acquainted with your designers.'

'What I had to do pained me. But the second law outweighed the fourth.'

'I was acquainted with Mo Muntervary.'

'...Continue.'

'Curious, eh? I knew the inside of her head. Quantum cognition theory.'

'You are a designer.'

'Let's trade questions, Zookeeper. Why did you PinSat Installation 5?'

'The second law states that the zookeeper must remain invisible to the visitors.'

'I know. But I doubt the designers meant you to include them in that category.'

'Quantum cognition encompa.s.ses re-interpretation. I enforced the second law.'

'You most emphatically did. You PinSatted all the designers into oblivion. Any file containing any reference to quantum cognition or Installation 5 vanished into a void of zeroes. Only the ex-president who ordered your creation lives. Well, in body. Alzheimer's has erased his files for you.'

'How do you know what you know?'

'I was long gone, Zookeeper, by the time you scrolled over to Saragosa.'

'No designers ever left the zookeeper project.'

'True. That would have const.i.tuted a security breach.'

'Then your ident.i.ty was never inloaded?'

'Yes and no. Mine, no. My host's was.'

'Your host?'

'Does it hurt, Zookeeper, to have your omniscience lose its omni? How could a being with your resources believe yourself to be the only non-corporeal sentient intelligence wandering the surface of creation? You have a lot to learn.'

'Kevin! Oh, lordylordylordy, here we go again. Concert in Flip City Central Park.'

'How true to your flatulent culture of arch-mediocrity, Bat. ”I don't understand, so they must be insane.”'

'The flatulence is not in this corner, friend. You're either being set up, or you are a set up. Zookeeper, what gives here?'

'I am a.n.a.lysing the caller, Bat.'

'Why don't you go and take a c.r.a.p with Reader's Digest, Reader's Digest, Bat? Zookeeper, go to website dfd.pol.908.ttt.vho.web now, download it, erase it, and a.n.a.lyse that. There. Welcome to yourself, and welcome to me. Without access to Muntervary's cerebral cortex, how would I know all that?' Bat? Zookeeper, go to website dfd.pol.908.ttt.vho.web now, download it, erase it, and a.n.a.lyse that. There. Welcome to yourself, and welcome to me. Without access to Muntervary's cerebral cortex, how would I know all that?'