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THE MACHINE WE ALL BUILT

[A middle-aged man in a blue work coat. He has a gentle face and a docile manner. He speaks softly, as if afraid.]

“There was barely any work at the workshop so, when the order came in, well, it was a relief.

According to the specs, the client wanted us to build a very sophisticated piece, so complex it would take at least six months to complete. In other words, six months of very profitable labor.

The specs didn’t clarify what kind of machine our piece would be a part of, and even though I was curious, I got so busy setting up production that I soon forgot. Besides, this kind of secrecy is not unheard of in our business. Industrial espionage, pending patents, all good reasons for the client not to share the final design with us.

But then, halfway into the project, we started lagging behind schedule and I had to look for extra hands in order to make the delivery date.

I called my friends at other shops and was surprised to find out they were also looking for temporary workers. I soon realized every workshop in town was slammed building parts for this “mystery machine,” as some of the guys called it.

I was tempted to ask my colleagues if they too found it unsettling that we were all building pieces for a machine we knew nothing about. But, why question a job that had brought us all months of employment and profit? No one likes a party pooper…

So I just paid my employees overtime and production eventually got back on schedule. Months later, we completed the piece right on time.

The same night we shipped it out, we threw a party to celebrate. Believe it or not, some employees even cried; that’s how attached we all had become to the piece.

A few weeks later, without warning, the authorities deployed a gigantic machine into the streets that, with one clean sweep, annihilated thousands of protesters.

No one would ever admit it, but deep down, most of us knew what kind of machine our parts would eventually help create.

Although, why deny it… Making them brought us such happiness.”


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 Copyright Abel Gonzalez 2016

IMPERFECT FUTURE

[A good-looking man on a red polo shirt. He’s fifty, but you’d guess forty. He seems the pragmatic type, missing some deeper emotions.]

It’s so silly when you think about it…

I was eighteen… a friend asked me to go with him on a double date…

The other girl – who wasn’t that attractive I must say – claimed to be a psychic and insisted on reading my palm…. For shit and giggles I guess…

I didn’t believe in those things, but I wasn’t opposed either, or at least I wasn’t back then.

And so she began looking at my palm and telling me all these things about my life, my health, my studies; obvious stuff…

At some moment she turned silent…

I asked her what was going on, but she refused to tell me.

Of course, I insisted…

She then pointed at this line in my palm and said that, one day, I’d meet the love of my life, my true love… but that she would die soon afterwards.

Again, I’m not superstitious, but that prediction obsessed me for a long time

For starters, it made me afraid of falling in love… or more afraid I should say.

And then, on the other hand, those girls I took more seriously… well, those I got disillusioned with after a while… when I saw they weren’t dying.

Then I got over it and, a few years later, I met a girl.

We married.

I was happy, or at least I thought I was.

From time to time, I would remember that silly prediction and laugh at it…. And at myself for half believing it.

Then it happened…

My oldest son had just turned eight… he got invited to a birthday party.  My wife couldn’t take him, so I did…

That’s where I saw her for the first time.

Of course I thought she was pretty, beautiful in fact; but you know, I was married…

I swear I don’t remember how we started talking but, before we left that party, I knew I was in love with her, more than I had ever been with anyone else, including my wife.

She gave me her number. I called her and we met… in secret… she was married too.

We discussed a possible relationship; she said she’d think about it…

We kissed but never made love.

The next day she died… car crash.

Did I kill her by loving her?

Or did I decide I loved her just because she died?

My worst fear is that it was all mere chance.”


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 Copyright Abel Gonzalez 2016