Episode Seven of Infinite Realities.
Rick noticed another option on the drop down menu of the app that he had selected. It said, “What age would you like to be?” He typed in ‘twenty-two; on the virtual keyboard.
As if no time had passed Rick was on the grounds of the Altamont Speedway a few feet away from the stage. The Jefferson Airplane were playing ‘The Other Side of This Life’. Rick was standing next to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long blond hair with gorgeous highlights. She appeared to be a few years younger than Rick. A scuffle broke out among people close to the stage and people started to push and shove one another. A few threw punches were thrown. The blond haired girl was pushed into Rick’s chest. She wrapped her arms around Rick and held on for dear life. He could feel her trembling with fear. Rick’s tablet had fallen to the ground in front of him. He quickly picked it up and stuck into one of the pocket of his jean jacket.
Rick dragged his beautiful new friend to an open space in the crowd. For the first time she spoke to him.
“Hi, my name is Athena. I don’t know you, man, but I’m scared. Something’s wrong with this crowd. They’re not peaceful at all and I heard some freaks saying that some people are selling bad acid. I want to get out of here but I can’t see a clear path through this crowd.”
Rick immediately thought of his tablet and pulled it out. He typed, ‘Can I take this girl with me if I choose a different time and location?” The tablet began to type an answer, ’Yes, you may take Athena with you. Where would you like to go next?’
Rick typed in, ‘Memorial Park, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada July 10, 1969.’
As if no time had passed Rick found himself in Memorial Park with Athena beside him.
“What just happened, man? Where are we?” asked Athena as she looked around the park. She could see a band she did not recognize on a stage at the west side of the park. An audience of close to two hundred people were there to watch the concert. The vibe that she got was that this was a very mellow crowd that were probably stoned on the ample supply of joints that were being passed around the audience.
Infinite Realities Excerpt Five
The first thing that Bill noticed on his new tablet was an orange and red icon that was noticeably larger than the others and was flashing off and on. The icon read ‘Press Here First’ and Bill complied. a A rather soothing male voice began to speak.
“Hello Bill. You are one of the lucky individuals selected by our corporation to try out this amazing advanced technology that has come into your possession. We have only manufactured five models so far. We have selected four other people and yourself to give our amazing product a test run. After a predetermined period of time we will bring all five of you to a top secret location in which you will all provide us with valuable feedback on the efficacy of our product. All of the tablets are somewhat different. We are trying to ascertain which of the tablets will be chosen as the elite model for our first run of production targeted for release to the general public. We want to make sure that we have worked out all the bugs by this time based on the group’s feedback.
You are probably asking yourself, what’s in it for me? As you get more familiar with your tablet the answer will become obvious. Also at the end of our experiment everyone in the focus group will get to keep their devices. The corporation estimates that these tablets will initially have a retail price of ten to fifteen thousand dollars. I know that by now your innate curiosity is sufficiently peaked to give your tablet a test run. I will not be providing you with any instructions or direction as to how to use it. You will have to find this out yourself through the process of trial and error.”
Excerpt Two from Infinite Realities
Bill figured that it was probably his stepson Blake calling. Since his recent separation from Blake’s mother, Bill made it a high priority to visit his stepson on a regular basis. He and Blake had formed a strong bond while Bill and his mother were together. Bill didn’t like living alone in his apartment and he missed his family.
As he was very curious about discovering more about his unusual tablet, he had to force himself to put it on the coffee table while he answered the phone.
As he punched the talk button and said ‘hello’ Bill could hear the excitement in his step-son’s voice.
“Hey, Dad. Did you hear about the next wrestling card on August third? It’s going to be at The Fargo Dome.”
“No, I didn’t hear about it until you told me. Who’s in the main event?”
“Roman Reigns against Brock Lesnar for WWE heavyweight championship.”
“That should be a great match,” said Bill. “Do you want to go?”
“You bet Dad. Can you take me?”
“Absolutely. I like wrestling as much as you do.”
Bill Hainsey was a few feet from the door to his apartment door. He was in a hurry to find his key as he could hear the phone in his apartment ringing. His son was probably calling him to see if his dad could take him to the next WWE live wrestling show. As Bill fumbled for his keys he was startled by an odd looking man that had come up behind him. The man looked very old with his long white hair and beard. He was very short and his face was deeply etched with the wrinkles left by a hard life and his clothes looked like they were obtained from the Salvation Army or a thrift store. Maybe this strange little man had found his wardrobe in a dumpster.
Bill turned towards the man and said,” Look old man. I’m kind of in a hurry. The phone is ringing in my apartment and I need to answer the call.”
“I understand sir. This will only take a couple of seconds. I’m giving you a present, a new piece of technology that you will never wish to part with.”
Bill grabbed the object from the strange man’s hand and unlocked the door to his apartment.
When he got inside his apartment his phone had stopped ringing. All his attention was now focused on what he was holding in his left hand. The object appeared to be an eight inch Android tablet that did not have any logo or brand name. The borders of the tablet were florescent and changed color every two seconds. The colors were bold and beautiful. Bill was sure that he did not recognize some of the colors. Bill watched in amazement when the borders of the tablet turned translucent. The touch screen contained many apps with icons preinstalled. Bill was startled when he heard his phone start to ring again. He stumbled over a pile of books on the orange, threadbare carpet as he attempted to find his red mobile phone on his old, well worn coffee table. The mobile phone was buried under a haphazard pile of magazines.
Act Ten Scene One:
Narrator: The hotel clerk opens the room for General Kane, Dr. Zorba and the Masked Mauler. He then shows Nurse Carrie to her room.
Sheriff: Bellboy, could you put on a pot a coffee and bring us a couple of packs of Marlboroughs? We will also need a night table and three chairs. Andy, Garney and myself will be staying up all night outside the prisoners’ doors.
Terry Mason: Hello, room service? Could you send up an eight ounce New York sirloin steak up to room one along with a bottle of your best white wine?
Dusty: What? Look pal, this is The Roswell Hotel not the Keg. I can send you a cheeseburger and fries. If you want something to drink you can pick up some beer at the vendor downstairs.
Terry Mason: You don’t understand, sir. This is Terry Mason, the famous lawyer. You’ve seen me on t.v.
Dusty: Yeah, right. And I’m Padlock.
Terry Mason: No. Padlock’s in room two.
Narrator: Dusty laughs and hangs up the phone. Meanwhile, General Kane, Dr. Zorba and the Masked Mauler are getting settled in a hotel room number three.
Dr. Zorba: Well, seeing as were going to be roommates for the night and all, I guess I should apologize to you, General.
General Kane: Apologize for what?
Dr. Zorba: For knocking you out back at the hospital.
General Kane: What would I be doing at the hospital? I got a splitting headache, but I wouldn’t go to the hospital just for that. I’m too tough talk to see a doctor about a measly little headache. I could use an ice pack and a couple of Tylenol, though.
Dr. Zorba: You don’t remember being at the hospital, General? This sounds like case of temporary amnesia.
General Kane: This is strange. The last thing I remember was teaching basic training to some new recruits but that would have been a couple of weeks ago.
Mauler: By the way Dr. Zorba I need to apologize for knocking you out cold with a flying head butt.
Dr. Zorba: I don’t remember anything about that. The last thing I remember was putting the camel clutch on General Kane. After that my mind went blank. Mauler, I need you to call room service and ask them to bring a cot. And ask them for an icepack and a bottle of Tylenol for the General while you’re at it.
General Kane: Good idea. Are you guys getting hungry? I feel like having some burgers and fries. Come to think of it I wouldn’t mind a bottle of good Kentucky bourbon and a case of Bud.
Narrator: The Masked Mauler calls the front desk and asks to speak to the bellboy.
Mauler: Bellboy, this is room three. We’d like to order an ice pack, a bottle of Tylenol, nine cheeseburgers, six large French fries, a bottle of Jack Daniels bourbon and twenty-four cans of Budweiser beer. Oh I just about forgot. We’ll need a cot for the room, too.
Bellboy: Room three? You guys are all prisoners. The sheriff wouldn’t allow prisoners to have alcohol in their rooms.
Narrator: The Masked Mauler shakes his head and then hands the phone over to General Kane.
General Kane: Listen son, when I was in Vietnam we used to cut open the cots that the VC used for sleeping. We’d pull out the stuffing and load them up with time bombs. And then we’d sew them up and wait for the enemy to go to sleep. After a few minutes of sleepy bye it would be just like the Fourth of July.
Bellboy: I catch your drift sir. You want me to take the stuffing out of the cot, load it up with booze and sew it up again.
General Kane: You catch on fast, son.
Bellboy: I’m taking quite a risk here, sir. What’s in it for me?
General Kane: Do you like wrestling, son?
Bellboy: I love wrestling but I can’t afford the tickets for the Air Force Base wrestling cards.
General Kane: I’ll tell you what, son. I’m the wrestling promoter at the Air Force Base. You carry out the plan we just discussed and I’ll get you a pair of ringside seats for the next card. Add some White Owl cigars and some pepperoni sticks to our order and I’ll make sure you get an exclusive backstage pass to meet all the wrestlers after the show.
Bell Boy: Hot diggity dog! I’m working on your order as we speak.
Narrator: After 15 minutes has passed the bellboy delivers the cot containing all the contraband to room number three. The starving guests rip up the cot and immediately dig into their cheeseburgers and fries.
General Kane: Hey, Mauler, turn on the TV. Let’s see what’s on.
Mauler: Hey, what luck! It’s the Andy Griffin Show.
Narrator: The three prisoners hear someone pounding on the wall from the room next door.
Nurse Carrie: Hey, do you guys have any food in there? I’m starving.
Dr. Zorba: Yeah, tons of food and drinks too.
Nurse Carrie: How do I get into your rooms so that the guards won’t see me.
Mauler: No problem. There’s a door here next to your room. It’s locked but I’ll use my Swiss Army knife to pick the lock.
Narrator: Mauler pries the lock open and let’s Nurse Carrie in.
Dr. Zorba: Nurse Carrie, what are you doing here? We’re all under arrest but we can’t remember what we were arrested for.
General Kane: Let her eat her supper first, Zorba. Can’t you see that the poor girl is starving?
Mauler: Yeah, I want to watch the Andy Griffin Show first anyway.
General Kane: Ha ha. There’s Lloyd the Barber. That guy cracks me up.
Narrator: While this conversation is going on, Andy Griffin is listening through a glass tumbler that he put up to the door.
Dr. Zorba: I have heard rumors that Andy can’t remember his lines.
Nurse Carrie: Those rumors are true. Watch Andy. Every time it’s his turn to say his lines he moves closer to Aunt Bea’s sofa.
Dr. Zorba: Why does he do that?
Nurse Carrie: Because Lloyd the Barber is behind the sofa whispering his lines to him.
Andy Griffin: That’s it Garney! I’ve heard enough. Let’s bust down the door right now and raid their little party.
Narrator: Andy and Garney force open the door and break into the prisoner’s hotel room.
Andy: Are you guys having a good time making a mockery of me?
Garney: Andy, how did they get all this food and alcohol up to the room? And how did Nurse Carrie get in their room?
Andy: All right, the party’s over boys and girls. Let’s get all the food and booze out of here and show it to Sheriff Pyle. Where is the Sheriff anyway?
Garney: Elmer’s still in the washroom. The poor guy’s been constipated all day.
General Kane: He might have fallen asleep on the toilet. Elmer had a long day and he’s not used to working this hard.
Dr. Zorba: The Sheriff’s no spring chicken either. He just has a couple of months to go before retirement.
General Kane: That’s precisely my point. The old guy needs his beauty sleep. Let him sleep in the bathroom for a while. In a few minutes we can ask the bellboy to get us another cot and Andy and Garney can lift Elmer off the toilet. We’ll let the Sheriff have a nice comfortable sleep on the cot tonight.
Andy: That’s very considerate of you General, but I’m still mad as hell about the way you guys were dissing me.
Mauler: Ha ha! We were just joshing with you, man. We knew you’d be listening to our conversation outside the door.
Andy: You mean you weren’t serious?
Nurse Carrie: Of course not. We know that Lloyd the Barber is a lying pig.
Dr. Zorba: It’s an honor to meet a great actor like you, Andy.
Garney: They sure had you going there, Andy.
Andy: Yeah, you guys really got me there, but hey, I’ve always enjoyed a good joke.
General Kane: I just got a great idea. Instead of letting all this good food and drink go to waste, why don’t you and Garney guard us from inside our room?
Mauler: That’s brilliant, General! There’s more than enough food and drinks here and if we run out we can just call room service and order some more.
Andy: That all sounds good but what do we do about Sheriff Pyle?
General Kane: Just what we discussed before. Just be careful taking Elmer off the toilet and putting him on the cot. We don’t want to wake him up.
Dr. Zorba: Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll give the Sheriff a shot of Xanax. He’ll sleep like a baby all night.
Narrator: Andy and Garney agree with the plan and are off to the washroom to find Sheriff Pyle.
TO BE CONTINUED
END OF VOLUME ONE
Author’s Note For Roswell 1947, A Play
I decided to compile my writings in my serialized play, Roswell 1947 in a book to be self- published. This has turned out to be quite the undertaking as I had to search for sections of the play in many different places. I wrote this play in serialized blog posts over a period of years. I have attempted to piece the play together in much the same way that one would attempt to put together a challenging jigsaw puzzle. To many readers the finished product may not make much sense. This is probably as it should be as Roswell 1947, A Play turned out to be a surreal merging of fantasy, science fiction and comedy. It has been a labor of love compiling this play. Its purpose is entirely to entertain the reader.
Ken David Stewart