25. What The Hell Is Going On, When, and Where?
(Atwater Luck: 5:30 AM Local Time)
"Good morning all you wonderful, sleepy, people. This is Senior Captain Montgomery Oberlin, the mother of 1 7/8 children speaking. Today is the big day, and that's why I'm speaking to you this early in the morning. The damn baby in my stomach has the brains of his father, which means it can't tell time. It means I have to get up, when it decides to wake up. I had to correct its fathers' facial features, and after I finished with him, I had to find something creative to do.
Congratulations people, you've won
.
You have to contend with me all day today, and I'm already pissed off!
Get your asses out of bed this second, and get ready for all the changes that will happen starting at 6:30 AM, instead of 10 a.m., the regularly scheduled time.
Your new assignments will be revealed to you the way our mentor, Doctor Even Luck, would have wanted to do it, if he was still with us. He would have done it slowly, drawing out each syllable of every letter of your name.
Then, when he had your attention, he would tell you where your new assignment would be, in an envelope, with a date and time written on it.
If you opened the envelope early, he would send you to the brig, as he did his always obedient son, Gordon. He wanted to see how many of you wished to end your lives the way Gordon asked to do it, rather than live it in isolation, and desperation. He was a wonderful man, and I hated him for putting me in this position. That's why everyone else on the ship thinks he was a god, even his wife, Jennifer. We should all pray for her well-being, or kill her, so she can go and kill that rat bastard for me.
We will be starting in alphabetical order, backwards. I do not wish to hear any moaning or groaning when the assignments are read, nor do I want to see any movement from our auditorium. Everyone will stay seated until the very last assignment is given out. Since our vessel is on the ground, and safely buttoned up, no one is excused from this meeting. That includes you and your wife Mr. Gordon Luck. Zoey, if you move his alarm clock forward, because he looks so handsome sleeping, think about sleeping in the brig for a week, alone."
"You will give birth there, if necessary."
"Children, under the age of 14, are excused from this meeting. You will go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Everyone else had better be there, on time.
10 to 14-year-old children will be assigned duties, by our nurses, and doctors, for the benefit of the younger, and newborn children. You 11-year-old children will get a taste of your own medicine, from these youngsters, as you gave your parents, and guardians, as the remainder of the crew, who watched over you as if you were their own. They wish you nothing but the worst headaches and heartaches possible, to atone for what you dished out during your younger years. Do not come crying to us, your elders, because you can't stand the things the younger children are doing to you, because we will not care. Find a way to deal with it.
Get over it
by yourselves. Use your heads, think how you used to do it, and reverse the process to deal with the younger children We had to do it for you, from the day you were born, until the day you turned eleven; now it's your turn to find out how to do it for them. See how lucky you are to have grown up? We will see how many of you want to reach the age of 15 in a hurry, just to get away from babysitting.
Oh, you poor dear's, we feel so terrible that you are only 14 years old. The laughing you hear is from those 14-year-olds, who have now reached the magical age of 15, and have left their torment to the 9-year-olds, who have just turned 10. They will now suffer the slings and arrows of babysitting, every day, and helping the younger children grow, while the adults look on and laugh their asses off. Please remember that this
will not
interfere with your study time.
Nothing
interferes
with the education of your mind, and your tutors will make sure that it grows along with your body."
The loudspeaker went on, but this time it was Teddy speaking.
"Senior Captain Oberlin, this is 17-year old Teddy Thyme speaking...
Under her breath Monty said, "Oh fuck what did I do now?"
...You used several bad words, and there were little children listening to your speech, this morning. You will meet me in the chapel for 2 hours of prayer, and repentance, at a time that is mutually agreeable for the 2 of us, sometime today.
You know not use that type language, when little children are listening to you. Even Doctor Luck did not use bad words in front of little children. My mommy doesn't use bad words anymore. You should know better than that, Captain. That is all."
"This is senior Captain Oberlin. I will meet you in the chapel at 9 AM, for 2 hours of prayer, and repentance, Teddy. I did not think about the little children listening in this morning. I was lost in my tirade about our middle age, unruly children, and my mind wandered. I, also, thought they would be sleeping, at this hour."
"That is a lie, Senior Captain. How could they possibly sleep, with you screaming instructions, over the central communications system?"
"As I said, I didn't think."
Gordon chimed in, "Teddy, you must remember, the Senior Captain is getting older, by the minute. She just passed a birthday 3 weeks ago. I am not allowed to say her numerical age, exactly, but I can tell you that she is well past the magic 40-year mark, this time around."
"Thank you, uncle Gordon."
"Gordon Luck, you are a dead man."
"You will have to get by Zoey first, Senior Captain."
"I will put her in the brig."
"On what charge, Senior Captain?"