《She-What and the Tiara of Tyranny》Tif and Carlo
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At 2:21PM that afternoon,
a bomb goes off
in the Sector 1 reactor,
one of eight in the Free City.
A young android
named Tif
sees the explosion
from the room she rents
in the Paradise Motel
on 90th and Prento,
deep in the shittiest part
of the slums of Sector 1.
Furious red energy shoots
out of the fractured, flaming
body of the reactor,
along with clouds of shrapnel —
pressure-shredded concrete, steel pillars,
plastic and glass —
all rendered into deadly trash
from what was once
a building.
The fleeing mako energy
flashes in Tif’s eyes.
“I know who did that,”
she whispers to herself.
“You say something, honey?”
Tif is watching the explosion
from her bed
as she entertains a client,
her head turned
to see out the window.
“No,” Tif says,
not taking her eyes off the explosion,
“keep going, baby.”
It’s like nothing she has ever seen,
gargantuan,
so bright, so nuanced in detail —
Shouldn’t she be frightened?
Beneath her client’s rhythms,
she feels the motel shake,
as the flare of the explosion
gets brighter,
bigger,
her client convulses,
the enraged light
soaks the panes of the window.
What a horrible way to die,
Tif thinks.
She does not die.
Her client collapses
on top of her,
all sweaty flesh and chest hair.
Tif watches
as the light of the explosion
finds an equilibrium,
and instead of an explosion,
it is just a gigantic
fire.
Lights in the city go out.
Tif’s do too,
but she hardly notices.
She is still looking at the fire.
“I know who did that,”
she whispers to herself again.
This time, her client says nothing.
Sirens break out,
so many sirens
like she has never heard before.
She hears feet
running down the hall
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outside her room.
Still, the fire dances in her eyes.
Tif pushes her client off.
“I have to pee, baby.”
He grumbles in return.
She closes herself in the bathroom,
but instead of using the toilet,
she looks out
the bleary window.
She has never seen anything
so red.
Her whole life
she has waited to see
something like this
she knew
they were going to do it,
didn’t she?
Even though she told herself
they were all talk.
Nothing like that ever happens.
But now,
here it is,
filling the horizon,
a crimson
more startling
than blood.
She uses the toilet,
and goes back out into her room,
“I have another date coming soon,
baby,”
she says, but she sees
he’s already hopping around
with his pants on one leg.
“I know, I know,” he says.
“Why is it so dark in here?”
“I...don’t know.”
“See you next time?”
He asks, putting on his jacket.
“Of course,” she says.
He goes out the front door,
his voice calling on his way out,
“What is all that fucking noise?”
Tif flips the TV on.
She checks all the channels.
Nothing.
She does the same for the social feeds.
Not a word.
She throws on her underwear and robe
and lights a cigarette.
Our eyes turn away from Tif,
and watch the mad conflagration
as firetrucks descend from above,
shooting retardant in webby blobs
at the towering flames.
The sirens wail like helpless angels.
Before Tif knows it,
her cigarette is done.
She squeezes it out
and clenches her hands together,
considers another smoke —
CLUMP CLUMP CLUMP
It’s him!
Those heavy boots
clomping down the hall
towards her door.
DON’T KNOCK DON’T KNOCK DON’T KNOCK
The boots stop.
There is a knock on her door.
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What can she do
but answer it?
The thin door squeaks open.
On the other side,
towering over her,
is Carlo Turner,
also known as Hellhand,
former muscle for the
Crystal Syndicate,
and the biggest black man
she has ever seen.
Before she met him,
she didn’t know
humans could get so big.
And yet —
his soft smile
and warm
but weary
eyes
looking down at her,
right now.
“Hey, Tifala,”
Carlo says in his deep voice.
“I brought you something.”
Instead of a hand
at the end of Carlo’s
right arm —
as everyone knows—
there is a high-caliber rail-cannon,
hence his nickname,
“Hellhand.”
It is this weapon
that she expects him
to shoot her down with,
right here,
payback for snooping on
him and his friends
through the wall
these past four months.
But —
No, Carlo is holding out
a plastic shopping bag.
She takes it without thinking,
and looks inside,
pulling out a fresh orange.
“Where did you get this?”
she asks.
“Just saw some for sale.”
But there is something wrong.
She can smell the sweat on him,
the anxiety,
his clothes and skin
are soaked with it.
“I just know androids need their
Vitamin C,”
Carlo tells her.
“Ah, yeah...” she agrees.
“But... I can’t repay you for this.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says,
“Just being neighborly.
Neighbors gotta look out
for each other, you know?”
“Yeah,” she says, still amazed
by the fruit in her hands.
Carlo turns,
clomps to his room’s door,
and opens the lock.
“I’ll see you later, Tifala.”
to be continued....
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