The Genetic Madman

[Tomtomrawr]

799 A.S. - June

'And now my friends, the moment you have all been waiting for.....' The Mayor of the large town on Planet Hamburg sounded pleased as he announced the grand opening of a new shopping centre. Axel von Fischer stood in the crowd, observing the man he wanted to stab. The men he wanted to boil. The women he wanted to beat. The children he wanted to disembowel.

He had never felt as much hate as he did towards these people as he did right now. And he didn't even know any of them.

....'I give you Viktor Borstein, to officially announce the opening of this new shopping centre!' There was an uproar of applause as the celebrity slowly walked towards the podium. Fischer lightly clapped, hoping that it was enough to blend in with the crowd of drooling morons.

Fischer hoped that the celebrity - a black man with a medium build and an apparently good singing voice - would be one of those who would die. Fischer could imagine the man dying, coughing up his bodily fluids as he felt the experience of drowning.

The large grin plastered to his face was obviously fake, and that's why Fischer hated him. Hated celebrities. They were so fake, who knew what parts of them were real. What Fischer imagined now was the mans arm, which he was waving in large arches, actually detached itself from his shoulder and fell to the floor with a thud. That would really enforce his point of celebrities.

'Thank you Mayor Klemmer. Welcome, everyone, to this brand new shopping centre that will revitalise the economy in this area with a BOOM.' He used his deep singing voice on the last word of the sentence, which receieved a clammer of applause. 'I was given the pleasure of touring the facility before this ceremony. Let me say, I love it. And I'm sure you will too. Thank you everybody.'

He immediately moved back towards his limo, using the same smile and waving techniques. But as he entered the limo, Fischer saw it. The thoughts that Borstein had been hiding. His disgust.

He didn't like the shopping centre at all. He didn't like the people. He was a paid voice that people loved and listened to for advice. Just as people hired security, they hired smiles.

Fischer suddenly felt a burst of anger as he realised that the man would not perish along with his fans. 'Oh well. There's always another day.'