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Repetitive and Reel-life, Rhythms

Writer's picture: Chioma OnwudiweChioma Onwudiwe

PART FIFTY-SIX:

Time waits for no devil:

“A merchant, a fish and a scraggly old lady. To what purpose and proceed is all this charade?” Bellowed the ‘fly-lord’, while clumps of misty substances were emitting from his physical form. “Your idea of sneaking schemes here and there, is taking up too much time. An element of which unfortunately, I do not have enough of.” He glared at Xitus the second monitor, as his eyes went from two sinister slits to an almost flat line. Xitus was the monitor in charge of human relations and interaction.

He and his team spent most of their operative time, monitoring the actions, movements and habitual desires of the mortals.







They were able to familiarize themselves with the humans, from the data provided and collected by these intense observations. Their detailed diligence and desperate determination, provided for them results. An outcome that when used by the monitors, against their subjects. Would make them appear, like mind readers to the foolish beings. They had no such sovereign abilities of course. Nevertheless, it helped their operation and occupation in enemy territory. As long as the humans thought them to be omniscient, it lowered their guards and lessened any effort at opposition.


That way, they had either no desire or a periodically diluted inclination. To resist or fight what they believed or perceived to be inevitable and/or unchangeable. “My lord,” began the monitor bowing his head. “To deal with the humans, is to deal with their will. Nothing gets done or significantly achieved, until they make the choice. And that they always do constantly, consciously or otherwise.” The ‘fly-lord’ grunted, which caused Xitus to stop abruptly. But the dark master merely waved away, an image that shot through the large mirror. When he was satisfied that the nuisance was gone, he turned back his cold and menacing stare on the monitor.

Taking that as permission to continue with his narrative, Xitus did just that. “Now we...." He continued to speak.


Culled from 'The MONITORS' by Chioma Onwudiwe


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