The Eternal Warrior

‘Do you do the best work? Are you an A1 facilitator? Do you have the right personality for us? Do you have a unique skill set that we are looking for?’ the man in the expensive suit asked me. He had a no-nonsense approach that appealed to me. ‘I have many names,’ I replied, ‘my names are numberless and yet men know me not. My secret name is unknown even to me and I always travel incognito.’ I could tell that my interviewer liked what he was hearing. He nodded almost imperceptibly, silently encouraging me to continue. ‘Einstein Bananas was my given name’, I resumed, ‘I was found abandoned in a field and reared in a circus. I never went to school and instead I taught myself everything I know. I taught myself from within. I was the Inner Teacher. I taught myself from within and soon I had attained the required standards set by the ringmaster. I taught myself telepathy and got a job working for the CIA. At very early age everyone I met realised that I was unusual.’ ‘I like the cut of your jib,’ the man in the expensive suit told me, ‘tell me more about your younger days…’ ‘I was young for my age,’ I replied immediately, warming to my subject, ‘and unfortunately some of the older children fell into the habit of bullying me. I was forced to develop Seiko-kinetic skills to defend myself. My body was weak and scrawny but my mind became lethal. My life was finally going somewhere, although neither I nor anyone else had any independent verification of this. I have many identities and am known many different names. I am known as the Wayfarer, the Man of Shadows, the Forgotten Messenger, the Eternal Warrior – the Great Ally of Mankind’. My interviewer nodded almost imperceptibly, silently encouraging me to continue. I could tell from his manner that he liked the cut of my jib. I quickly warmed to my subject: ‘I became weary with the life that I created for myself,’ I told him, ‘and before very long I was spotted by a passing talent scout. Things were to change very dramatically for me in the months to come. I taught myself new skills that no one had ever heard of before – I was interfering with the subatomic structure of the Nanosphere and robots were sent to destroy me. The Cosmic Balance had been disturbed. I knew many things but possibly it still would not be enough. Robot assassins had been dispatched from another universe to destroy me. They were looking for one of my more obscure identities known by the code name Einstein Bananas. I was a counterculture celebrity. Time passed at a very different rate in the parallel universe however and this created problems. I invented many  scenarios in which the robot assassins’ attacks were unsuccessful and eventually their whole universe imploded.’ ‘I like the cut of your jib,’ the man in the expensive suit told me, ‘tell me more about your younger days…’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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