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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
The lecture
Kameela, the Superpictus female mosquito, stood on an oak coffee table where most of the light coming from the neon side lamp was focused, the light was strong and sharp, it was a kind of light Kameela fancied. Mumbo, a Bifurcatus Male Mosquito, stood beside her looking at the black and white spots on the front edge of her wings, then back at her eyes which were open wide. Kameela then looked up at Mumbo who was more than five times her size. "You know, I really don't understand why most humans consider us to be evil" Said Kameela.
-"If only they knew how sophisticated we are, they would probably change their minds" Answered Mumbo.
The electro-magnetic waves coming from Flinty, a Sergenti female mosquitoe who's about the size of Kameela, reached the antennas of Kameela and Mumbo, "Look at me guys, look over here" She shouted. Kameela and Mumbo looked at her from a distance to see her standing on the shoulder of a man, sucking out his blood, and by the look on her face that was gradually turning red, one could tell that she was enjoying every millisecond of it, and that she saw no aggression in the act she was engaged in. The man was lying on his single bed, reading a romance novel, totally unaware of Flinty’s presence. He had no shirt on for it was one of the hottest days of October 1996. Kameela and Mumbo signaled to Flinty to come and join them. Flinty took her time for she knew that the man was totally engaged in reading, and had no idea what was going on, and besides, Flinty perfected the act of sucking blood to a point where she did it with full confidence, and she was skilled to a degree that she could sense if a man noticed her or not by his perspiration rhythm, which she could feel by her antennas. When she finished her act, she flew proudly and joined the couple who were standing there in the light. Kameela shook Flinty’s hand and said “I’d like you to meet Mumbo, my friend.”
-“Nice to meet you Mumbo” Said Flinty, and shook his hand in caution, for he was a huge mosquito. “Where are you from?” continued Flinty.
-“I’m from down town Haifa, the slums of down town” replied Mumbo.
-“You’re a local too, like Kameela, how nice”.
-“I’m a Bifurcatus, so watch out” He said.
-“Oh, I had a very close Bifurcatus friend back in Jerusalem when I was younger” Said Flinty, and because most mosquitoes were racist against Bifurcatus mosquitoes, mostly because they are extremely clumsy, Mumbo figured that by mentioning that she had a close Bifurcatus friend, in a way, she was hinting that she’s not a racist character. Mumbo was very sensitive to that issue.
Mumbo smiling “So what do you do?”
-“I am a student of economics”
Mumbo stepped away and said “Oh, you’re into business”
-“What do you do then big guy” said Flinty.
-“I stand and talk” said Mumbo.
-“He’s a stand up comedian” followed Kameela.
Flinty smiled.
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Kameela, the Superpictus female mosquito, stood on an oak coffee table where most of the light coming from the neon side lamp was focused, the light was strong and sharp, it was a kind of light Kameela fancied. Mumbo, a Bifurcatus Male Mosquito, stood beside her looking at the black and white spots on the front edge of her wings, then back at her eyes which were open wide. Kameela then looked up at Mumbo who was more than five times her size. "You know, I really don't understand why most humans consider us to be evil" Said Kameela.
-"If only they knew how sophisticated we are, they would probably change their minds" Answered Mumbo.
The electro-magnetic waves coming from Flinty, a Sergenti female mosquitoe who's about the size of Kameela, reached the antennas of Kameela and Mumbo, "Look at me guys, look over here" She shouted. Kameela and Mumbo looked at her from a distance to see her standing on the shoulder of a man, sucking out his blood, and by the look on her face that was gradually turning red, one could tell that she was enjoying every millisecond of it, and that she saw no aggression in the act she was engaged in. The man was lying on his single bed, reading a romance novel, totally unaware of Flinty’s presence. He had no shirt on for it was one of the hottest days of October 1996. Kameela and Mumbo signaled to Flinty to come and join them. Flinty took her time for she knew that the man was totally engaged in reading, and had no idea what was going on, and besides, Flinty perfected the act of sucking blood to a point where she did it with full confidence, and she was skilled to a degree that she could sense if a man noticed her or not by his perspiration rhythm, which she could feel by her antennas. When she finished her act, she flew proudly and joined the couple who were standing there in the light. Kameela shook Flinty’s hand and said “I’d like you to meet Mumbo, my friend.”
-“Nice to meet you Mumbo” Said Flinty, and shook his hand in caution, for he was a huge mosquito. “Where are you from?” continued Flinty.
-“I’m from down town Haifa, the slums of down town” replied Mumbo.
-“You’re a local too, like Kameela, how nice”.
-“I’m a Bifurcatus, so watch out” He said.
-“Oh, I had a very close Bifurcatus friend back in Jerusalem when I was younger” Said Flinty, and because most mosquitoes were racist against Bifurcatus mosquitoes, mostly because they are extremely clumsy, Mumbo figured that by mentioning that she had a close Bifurcatus friend, in a way, she was hinting that she’s not a racist character. Mumbo was very sensitive to that issue.
Mumbo smiling “So what do you do?”
-“I am a student of economics”
Mumbo stepped away and said “Oh, you’re into business”
-“What do you do then big guy” said Flinty.
-“I stand and talk” said Mumbo.
-“He’s a stand up comedian” followed Kameela.
Flinty smiled.
Kameela then said “So, Flinty, what idea did you suck out of that guy”
“Yah, he is kind of intellectual looking with the glasses and the book and all, really, what idea did you suck out of him?” Followed Mumbo.
-“Just a regular Idea”.
-“Is it of any value” said Kameela.
-“That’s none of our business, the woman doesn’t have to share if she doesn’t want to” Said Mumbo.
“No, that’s O.K” said Flinty then continued “I’ve got a worthless Idea”
-“Oh, what is it?” Asked Kameela.
-“It’s an idea to write a poem”
-“That’s not a worthless idea, it’s a nice idea, it's very romantic” said Kameela.
Flinty “Yes, but it’s graded as a rank zero idea”
Mumbo surprised “Rank zero”.
-“Yes, rank zero, it’s totally worthless for mosquitoes.”
-“To by Coca Cola is rank five, and to write a poem is rank zero” said Kameela then continued “Does that make sense?”.
-“Well, there is a deal between Coca Cola and the International Mosquito Union, for the transfer of ideas to buy coca cola, the coca cola company places buckets filled with fruit juices around their factories" Flinty said.
-“Yes, I’ve heard of this deal, that’s the reason why it’s of a higher rank” Said Kameela.
-"So, what idea did you transfer to this guy?" Asked Mumbo.
The man suddenly put aside the book he was reading, his eyes widened, and he started singing "All we are saying, is give peace a chance, all we are saying, is give peace a chance"
Kameela smiled then remembered that she's supposed to attend a lecture at the Kishon river. She looked at her watch and said "Oh, guys, I have to run, I have a lecture in half an hour at the Kishon river".
-"Then go, hustle, hustle," Said Mumbo.
-"See you" Said Flinty while waiving her hand.
Kameela rushed out of the window, down to the street, got into an open widow of a car, switched from car to car until she reached the place of the lecture. The lecture was full of mosquitoes. Kameela stood in the back quietly. She was a bit late so the lecturer had already begun. "So where was I, ideas, ideas, ideas, now what is it that makes human ideas in the basis of our existence?" Started Jindo the Pharoensis mosquito lecturer. Kameela was listening anxiously. She looked around at the other students and at the pile of human byproducts that was floating on the river where a bunch of flies were hovering above. The lecture was held in a famous spot in the Kishon river, a small river that flows threw the industrial part of Haifa and pours into the Haifa-Ako gulf, well, actually the river hardly flows anymore, and has turned into a sewage dump, and a place where lots of toxic waist ends up. For Kameela, this spot was a place she fancied, a place that brought up memories of very interesting times when she used to accompany her older sister who studied political sciences. "Well, that question is a very important and complicated question, and we’ll begin to shed light on the answer to this question later on in the course", Jindo said then took a stack of papers from his bag, put it on the table in front of him then said "Here is the syllabus of this course, introduction to ideas. At the end of this class I want every one to take one". Jindo was a professor of Idea sciences, he was a tall mosquito and was very theatrical in his way of teaching, he moved around the stage quite hyperactively. He energetically swung his arms here and there, and from time to time, his glasses would fall down and he would get down on the floor and start searching for them for he saw almost nothing without them on. "Anyway, I see that most of the students are females, yes, it's the same every year, and it is understandable since females are the ones who suck out idea rich blood from humans and other animals, though I think that the subject should also concern males and I am happy to see that there are also males who took interest is this field, anyway, how should I start this lecture, you see, our ability to transfer ideas from animal to animal is of great political and economic value to us, and ever since the humans developed awareness of our intelligence and of our idea transmitting ability, and since they developed, threw what they call computers, a way to converse with us, business deals started to take place between mosquitoes and humans, and therefore, a revolution in the theoretical ground dealing with the importance of this quality that we have occurred. I personally am pro human-mosquito relations, but what I want is for humans to distribute this technology of theirs so that every human could talk to us, but humans are against that idea and the people in power are using this technology to strengthen their power. You've probably all heard of the famous Coca cola-Corumbo deal, this deal was established in 1984 between Corumbo, who was head of the I.M.U and the president of Coca Cola, and this deal says that every transfer of an idea to buy a human soft drink called Coca Cola from human to human, is remunerated by a gram of fruit juices. So in reaction to this deal and to other deals, mosquitoes developed a higher awareness of public goods, and the rank system you all know as the M.R.S. was created."
As Kameela was walking out of the class, Mumbo crept up behind her in an attempt to startle her, though he tripped on a little straw and fell down. Kameela turned around to see him.
" What are you doing here?" said Kameela.
-"I wanted to see you"
-"What's the matter?"
-"The matter, oh, nothing, the stars are bright, the moon is shining, so I thought we could sit besides the river bank and chat"
-"Oh, O.K, but first I want to take a look at the photographs over there"
-"Sure, let's take a look"
Kameela and Mumbo walked up to the first photograph. Kameela read out loud what was written beneath on the mud in mosquito language, for Mumbo couldn't read. "That's a photograph of Einstein, and you see" She pointed at the mosquito in the picture beside his hand "That is Mogna, the mosquito who transmitted the idea of the relativity theory to him, see, it says here that the theory was basically an idea of an Egyptian guy called Mostafa Fikry".
Mumbo smiling "Is that so"
They moved to the next photograph "This is the picture of Sigmund Freud and Klumy, the mosquito who transferred the idea of the unconscious to him, see, the original idea belonged to a twelve year old Chinese girl called Chin".
-"So these guys who thought of these ideas didn't get anything in return" Asked Mumbo.
-"No, not a thing"
"Let's sit down and enjoy the scenery for a while" Mumbo said.
-"Yah" Kameela said then sat down facing the polluted river where empty cans and nylon bags were floating around.
Mumbo looked at Kameela's eyes and said "You know, it's really wonderful that you decided to study at the University"
-"Yes, thanks, it is a subject that I fancy"
-"I wish I could study at the University"
-"Well, when you gain enough credit points you will be able to"
-"Yah, but not many mosquitoes are coming to see my acts"
Kameela put her hand on his shoulder "Don’t' give up, you've got a good act, who knows".
Mumbo then jumped upward, landed on his feet, turned around swiftly to face Kameela, lifted up his eyebrows and said "Did you ever see a guy intensively scratching his back and say to yourself, I did that, isn't it a wonderful feeling or what, to make a guy scratch, and there is always that spot on the back where he just cant reach, so he tries with the other hand, and he twists and turns, twists and turns" he said that while illustrating how a man would try to reach that spot. "But he can’t reach the spot, it's just a spot no one can reach, so he uses one of those ridiculous wooden back scratching devices, can you imagine, they actually created a tool for that spot." Mumbo continued. Kameela giggled as Mumbo sat back down and said "I don't know, I just don't know if that kind of material is funny, that's not so funny, is it?"
-"It's funny, really, I find that funny".
-"You do?".
-"Yes, I do, come on, that spot on the back that you just can't reach is funny".
-"Do you think they're going to like that?"
-"Oh, yes, that’s going to definitely get you some laughs".
-"Thanks for the encouragement, I mean, I am so happy that you think that I'm funny because I really doubt that sometimes".
-"Hey, no one is funny all the time".
-"Some mosquitoes are, I mean, some mosquitoes simply hop around in a funny way".
-"Well, yah, But that doesn't mean that they notice the really funny stuff around".
-"Yah, but sometimes, sometimes when I see an old mosquito flying in a narrow alley in down town Haifa, wondering around, hungry, searching for an empty soft drink can so he could get a drop of juice out of it, I can't think of anything funny, all I think about then is how unfortunate that mosquito is, and how unjust this world is."
