The 30 Members of the Parliament of the People create a buzzing sound in the small hall. It seems a bunch of bees working on building a wall of honey. No more honey, though, but only a huge wall, a solid wall built long ago all around the small nation. As a new trend, all nations started getting smaller and smaller, before realising that the problem it would be one day or another the “vital space”. They are like a crazy cat which jumped inside a small box and now doesn’t know how to get out.
silver bell call to order everyone.
<<Ladies and Gentlemen, members of the Parlament, colleagues women and men, please silence. I will give the floor to the Minister of Infrastructures and Quiet Living, Mr. Arnoldo Svanzoni. Please.>>
The imposing figure of the ex boxer Arnoldo Svanzoni stands in the centre of the room. All newspapers places their microphones, it’s all live. It’s an important moment, the first time after the Champion got “Full Authority” over the Parliament that someone dare to speak. As a result, the Parliament is getting less and less useful, as it was a public library for teenagers only.
<<Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m here standing in front of you today to solve a problem. We already have to fight against terroristic attacks and a poor state of the world economy. As I said, I’m here with a solution. I was one of the first advocating the construction of the Mighty Walls raised around our beloved Motherland. The same walls we celebrate today, with the Day of Independency. Again, I was the first promoter of racial laws and new regulations against refugees and terrorists. I did what I did with sole purpose of serving our beloved Motherland. That said, today in front of you is not a member of the Parliament, but a simple family man. We have to take into consideration the possibility that, as People’s Police attested, these aliens are coming from the future. A future attested around 100 years from now at the most. We must reconsider our position, because statistically there is a high possibility that the so- called aliens would be nothing less than our sons, daughters, nephews and nieces.>>
The bell rings trying to calm down the drooling members of the Parliament and the press. How dare you! All these months of propaganda speaking about aliens and this guy comes with this idea. Unconceivable!
<<Dling- dling -dliiiiiiiing!>>
<<Ladies and gentlemen, please try to calm down. We’re in a Parliament’s room, for Champ’s sake!>>
On the empty chair of the Champ seats a fatty cat. When the Champ is occupied, being photographed as a puppet or out for personal reasons like today, the only allowed to seat there is his cat.
<<The solution, and here comes the end of my speech ladies and gentlemen, would be easy. We should put a net under the aliens landing points, in order to save up to 90% of them. Thank you for your attention.>>
gentlemen! You will scare the cat!>>
Hearing this, the whole room turned to the Champ’s chair, terrorised. If the cat would leave the chair, scared by them, something terrible would happen. The cat moves his eyes from one to another, like he knows exactly what kind of power he holds.
Babu, it’s your turn to speak.>>
<<Thank you Woman- Chief of the Parliament of the People. I have few questions for Mr. Svanzoni, and whole rhetorical. Why we should help those people? We have to do it because they’re human being? But they’re not, they’re aliens. We should probably help them ’cause they’re escaping from hunger? Sure, my family escaped from hunger long time ago, and they came to this beautiful Country. However, those were different times.>>
figure of Princess Babu seems to be a whole with the mahogany wood used to
cover the Parliament of the People.
were times in which it wasn’t necessary to build a wall in the sea and we could
speak about human beings and not alien scum falling from the sky. I heard some
of you saying they are like us, they share our DNA, so I will ask you another
rhetorical question: whom amongst you did fall in this beautiful country from
<<Please, please silence! Let Mrs. Babu end her speech.>>
<<Thanks, Mrs. Chief of the Parliament. I have something to say to whoever thinks on treating them as sisters or brothers: go back to your country! Some people escape from hunger, from poverty or even from the heat. And we have to give something tolet those beasts eat and drink? No, let’s just shoot them! Thank you, I’m done.>>
The cat licks a paw, while the Master of Ceremonies of the Parliament pets him with a velvet glove.
<<Well, thanks Mrs. Babu. Let’s vote. We have the first motion to be voted,
tabled by Mr. Svanzoni, about the construction of a safe net under the landing
point. The second motion to be voted, tabled by Mrs. Babu, is about the
shooting of survived aliens in the streets, starting today.>>
start voting for motion number one.>>
On the black display on the back of the room appears a number of lights, almost all with the same colour.
<<Well, the results for Mr. Svanzoni is 30 votes against 1. Motion rejected. Mr. Svanzoni, I kindly ask you to pledge for forgiveness to the room and then leave the Parliament accordingly.>>
Arnold Svanzoni, the ex boxer, keeps his eyes down, while asking for forgiveness to the Parliament.
members of the Parliament, I ask for your forgiveness. I ask you to forgive me
for my irreverence and I hope you’ll let me come back here in this holy place. Goodbye.>>
<<Driiiiin- driiiiiiin- driiiiinnnn.>>
<<All right, then. Now please let’s vote the second motion.>>
The second vote
The black display this time doesn’t look like it did before. There are lights of two different colours.
vote shows a draw, 15 against 15. Let’s proceed with a second vote.>>
<<Driiiiin- driiiiin- driiiiin.>>
And this time again it seems a draw. Probably the fact that the Champ isn’t here today gave them some courage.
and gentlemen, deputy of the People, the vote seems to be in a deadlock, with a
second draw. Following the New Regulation, the final decision is up to the People’s
Champion or his substitute. Mr. Master of the Ceremonies, please bring the cat
on stage for the vote.>>
The Master of Ceremonies takes the cat in his velvet gloves, descends the stairs and place the black feline in the centre of the room.
<<Well, Master. Proceed now blindfolding the cat.>>
chosen for his absolute docility, seems even liking the red hook the Master
places over the ears and face. Then, the Master takes two small bells from the
pocket, a red and a green one. He seats few meters from the cat, knees down
Tries the second bell.
To be fair, the sounds have to be exactly the same. So to avoid an impartial decision from the cat.
The cat is seated, blindfolded, and it seems ignoring the two bells. Nothing is written about the possibility that the cat would choose to ignore the bells.
the cat raises the small blindfolded head and starts walking towards the bells.
A step, then two
Then three, then four
of men and women is all in this bored cat walking. This feline will decide if
it will be legal to shoot to the surviving aliens in the streets. Therefore, this
cat- choice will give a chance to other men and women to practice the use of
their guns, slaughtering aliens in the streets.
Then five, six. He’s almost there.
Then seven, eight
dance is over.
… It continues…
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