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Must be nice. Born into the best and brightest colorful rollercoaster orgasm in history. They oughta be grateful, if they knew I existed; If the mindless cogs knew who's business they were running. Sometimes I envy them, never having to deal with headaches and flatulence and women - living out their lives in the most blissfull experience this world has to offer, while I have to bust my ass to protect them. Some of us work for a living. That's why I'm the Executive around here and they're the Drones. On the other hand... maybe I should feel sorry for them. They don't even know enough to be confused about the whole ordeal.


Sergent Lee
MSD-President
of G7*5-28
NWC Red Bird

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A Drone born Drone became convinced, as some of them do, that these references to history and beings and things which go on outside of his building were illusions put there to keep him from The Truth and that The Truth was that the things that went on in his immediate cluster were The Truth and these records they would occasionally process for a variety of reasons about a world *outside* of the building were Lies.

This Drone born Drone, as a result of his epiphany, became intensely conscious and alert - for fear of falling back into the slumber he remembered so well, that slumber of the Drone-Trance in which everything is taken at face value.

At around this time... Sergent Lee, the Red Bird who "owned" that particular building saw a tremendous opportunity, particularly in light of the building's resident Manager-god growing so old and becoming increasingly slow-witted.

Lee began interfacing with this bizarre and fanatical drone...

"You have seen the Truth" Red Bird Lee says to him.

"Yes! I hear you! I hear you there!" the Drone replied.

"You know that there is nothing at all in the entire universe but you and these 249 other beings in the quadrahedronal grid with you."

"Yes Yes! I have seen it! I know!"

"Do you know what this means?"

"...no... Tell me.... Tell me oh voice from nowhere, what does it mean?"

Lee let the Drone stew over this curiousity without an answer for a while, then had the old MG unplugged...

Several days later, Lee spoke again to him... "Do you hear me oh enlightened one?"

"Yes! Yes! I hear you! Why did you leave me?? What does it mean?? Why have I been cursed with this knowledge, the other Drones call me crazy in their inconscious mutterings! What am I to do??"

Lee spoke in a most ominous tone... "You are becoming a god..."

"What? ...Really??"

"Yes. I will now unveil to you... you're true nature. You are...... MICKIE MOUSE"

"Who?? Where did this falsetto voice... my voice... why did it change... and why do I have these weird black ears...? "

Lee pushed a button which had the new Manager-god electricuted. "Shut up and don't question my authority!"

"Yes! Yes! Sir... master... authority? but... who are you?" (*Electricution*) "AAAAhhhh... ok ok I won't ever question you again..." (*Orgasm*) "Oh wow... what the... what do I do?"

"Shephard the drones."

"Yes... I will... what does that mean?"

"You will have full access to the thoughts and actions of the Drones. Part of their activity is to pretend there is a world outside this building. Do not try to interfere with this or correct them. You know The Truth let that be enough..."

"Okay..."

"But there are demons... demons who will try to whisper to the drones and confuse them or even take them away into a bad place called hell... protect your drones from the demons of hell..."

"Yes... Yes I will..."

Word spread rapidly through the com-channels of the Red Birds until the whole of the Mass Self Discipline was laughing out loud in their jets at the idea of a new Manager-god being made with the form and name of Mickie Mouse.

Mickie took himself much more seriously, though, and he vowed to himself that he would be a good shephard to his drones, and would never let the demons confuse them or take them away to hell.