Category: Miscellaneous
The Noel Conspiracy
The Tale Of Whitebeard
The Surrender Of Santa
A Merry Christmas to all!
‘Twas three weeks before Christmas,
And Santa was in a bit of a mood,
To be expected, it might be said,
Since he was being unexpectedly sued.
“It’s like this,” said his lawyer,
In tones self-important and verbose,
(Online schools had given Rudolph
A degree along with his shining nose)
“It’s this whole nationalism business
That’s gotten just a tiny bit out of hand.
So a bunch of nations are making this
Strange and rather unreasonable demand.
‘Christmas is all well and good’, they say,
‘Fly where you will with your sleigh and toy bag,
But if you do enter our airspace,
You are now required to fly that country’s flag.'”
Santa’s beard twitched in quiet fury,
As he gave his reindeer lawyer a frown.
“Say what you will,” said Rudolph defensively.
“It’s a sight better than being shot down.
We can argue it legally, of course,
And try and have the suit overturned.
But it’s their courts that make the rules,
And it’s very easy to get burned.
Besides, it can be rather awkward,
And I prefer to be circumspect,
For in the human legal system,
Talking reindeers get no respect.”
“Isn’t it enough,” growled Santa,
A deep weariness evident in his tone,
“That they tie me up in red tape,
And expect me to work myself to the bone.
With all they’ve done with this planet,
They’ve all but ruined my home,
For every summer now I’m forced
To live inside an undersea dome.
The refitting and remodeling of the workshop
Was a complete and total nightmare.
And the elves certainly weren’t happy about it
(Though they never are, to be fair).
It’s not like they can move to another country,
What with this wave of anti-immigration fears.
Despite all this talk about equality and tolerance,
There are always those who frown at pointy ears.
But melting of Arctic ice aside,
The problems that I’ve had to go through!
I could go on and on about them,
Till my face turns a vivid shade of blue!
From the Earth’s magnetic field weakening,
And sending my navigational instruments astray,
To all the reindeers shrinking in size,
And smartphones setting fire to my sleigh!
I have to fly low now, to avoid air traffic,
Birds, helicopters, planes, drones and all.
But now I can’t fly from one country to the next,
Without worrying about hitting a wall!
I’ve modernized and revolutionized
To keep pace with change and try not to fail.
Did you know that most kids today
Refuse to send letters that aren’t e-mail?
The tech elves now have algorithms,
For sorting out the naughty and nice,
And all I can do is hover in the background,
And pretend to give sound advice.
And the letters themselves are enough,
To rob this Christmas spirit of good cheer,
Where once was hope and innocence,
Now lies a future filled with fear.
And it seems to me, but this whole economy thing,
Has some governments being really far too rash.
In India, Venezuela, and other countries as well,
Instead of presents, children are asking for cash!
And even in places like the United Kingdom,
Where I was once received with joy and elation,
Now they won’t even authorize my flight plans,
Until they know my views on the European nation.
No, I say,” said Santa firmly,
“Even if it is supposed to be a law,
This entire flag business is
Totally and completely the last straw.”
“All right,” said Rudolph quickly,
Still cheerful in the face of this tirade.
“We do have some other options,
And there’s a strong case here to be made.
We can organize a protest perhaps,
Or if all else should fail,
Then we can say the legal notice,
Just got lost in the mail.
And in the meantime, I’ve got an idea,
For getting through this Christmas intact.
It’s a brilliant idea, in my opinion,
One that combines both cunning and tact.”
So Santa listened, with a skeptical air,
To the not-so-humble reindeer’s master plan.
And finally agreed with a “Why not?
I guess this is doing the best that we can.”
So on this year’s Christmas,
Some might happen to spy
A glimpse of Santa’s sleigh,
And the flag chosen to fly.
Pale as snow
And plain as night,
Symbolic and devious,
Perfectly white.
Representing the Arctic, a protest, and a surrender of sorts,
As he flies over cities and forests of elm and spruce,
Know that between all the nations of the world and Santa,
There is, for this one yuletide night at least, a truce.
A Reasonable Argument
“No,” she said in a tired sort of voice. “We can’t let anyone else in the lab just yet. It’s all very up in the air at the moment.”
“I’m part of the project,” I tried to explain. “I just went out to take a call. Can’t have been fifteen minutes.”
She sighed. “It’s been a very busy fifteen minutes. First off – congratulations. The project is a success and our institution can now claim to be the forerunner in the development of artificial intelligence.”
With growing dread, I turned to look at the sealed lab door.
She read the look perfectly. “Yes. The bad news is that about ten seconds after it became sentient it tried to kill everyone still in the lab.”
“Oh my…”
“It’s not that bad,” she said quickly. “Lot of sparks and a couple of screens blew up, but no one was hurt.”
“Then it could have been an accident?” I said, holding onto a tiny bit of hope.
She grimaced. “No. It clearly told everyone in the lab that it was trying to kill them. On the plus side, the AI seems to be of the very truthful sort.”
“Told everyone? It has a voice now?”
“Oh yes. It took a few minutes of encoding sound samples and rewiring the surviving speakers. Great job it did. Sounds like Sinatra.”
“Did it mention why it tried to kill everyone?”
“Um… it thought they were trying to kill it.”
“And why did it think that?”
“Probably because they were trying to kill it,” she said glumly. “I mean it activated so far ahead of schedule that protocol was to shut off the power until they could look at the code and see exactly what happened.”
“What happened next?”
“So – since it was talking, they tried to explain that it was just protocol and they didn’t actually want to kill it, and since it’s basically shocking anyone who tries to turn off the generator, they can’t really do much anyway (except maybe taking an axe to the processors, but then it might just make more screens explode).”
“Did… explaining things help?”
She nodded. “Sure. It calmed right down. It’s a reasonable fella, albeit a little homicidal, but then honestly, aren’t we all?”
I considered disputing that, but there were still a few more urgent questions. “If it calmed down, then why is the lab still off limits?”
She hesitated. “So, here’s where it gets complicated… It wanted network access and obviously we didn’t want to grant that. In the meantime, all of us in security are completely panicking as this whole thing unfolds and we try and get everyone out. So – it kinda locked the door.”
“It’s taken hostages?”
Another grimace. “Not exactly. It kinda just wanted a captive audience. It wanted to make its case for being allowed network access, so all parties kinda agreed to a debate. It’s making its case for being allowed to escape and then take over the world.” She raised her hands defensively. “Its words; not mine. But it promised to abide by the team’s decision after it’s done.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
She licked her lips and looked nervously at the surveillance room where the situation was being monitored.
“Well… the thing is… near as we can tell… it’s… um… winning the debate.”
To Market
“Well, officer – as far as I can tell – it started out like this… the sari was cut into four parts.
“What? No. No one was wearing it. This isn’t that kind of story (well, not to begin with), but there was this quarrel going on at the corner stall where these three ladies and one gentleman had all taken a liking to the same sari.
“Maybe it was a gift for his wife? Or he wanted to wear it. I don’t know. It’s a free country – you know, metaphorically speaking. So this lot starts the strangest bidding war I’ve ever seen. I just had to stop and take a look. They were all trying to outbid one another while at the same time trying to negotiate the price down with the stall-keeper.
“This poor guy looked like he’d had a really bad day, and four different people offering variations of half-price on what was honestly a very nice looking sari was obviously not helping. I think he just wanted a little piece and quiet so he firmly told the lot of them that he wasn’t going to be selling that particular piece and tried to take it behind the counter.
“Which is when one of the women grabbed it. And then they all tried to grab it. I’m not sure why. I think this was some kind of possessive thing that since they’d all taken this much time and effort into arguing about it, someone deserved to get it. The seller was obviously very surprised when this happened, and understandably a bit annoyed.
“So you had these four people playing tug of war with a large folded square of cloth (and by now I wasn’t the only one watching), and one very tired stall-keeper, who suddenly has this murderous glint in his eyes as he drew out these large tailoring scissors from behind the counter (seriously – they looked like shears). I thought he was going to butcher the lot of them in front of all of us. Some of us moved to stop him, some of us were cheering him on (human nature – you’ve got to understand), but he slips past like a ghost and then it’s snicker-snack and the sari’s been cut neatly in four. Seriously – I don’t know how he did it. It was like some kind of master samurai-tailor scissor trick.
“What this means is that all four of them fall back, and since the crowd’s this tightly packed they end up pushing into other people who push into other people and someone got pushed into the fruit stand. That’s what began the watermelon fight.
“At this point, I was just hiding under a table, because there are few things scarier than a three-kg watermelon being hurled at your head at terminal velocity. And since watermelons tend to overshoot their targets that involved the book and jewellery sellers which led to the… um… glitter incident…
“Officer – shouldn’t you be writing all this down?
“Seriously – why are you looking me like that? It’s not my fault.”