Notes on the Sequel
[I have some ideas on the sequel or completion of “The Blog That Would Destroy the World.” I started a little of it. I’m not sure if I’m going to go with it.]
Chapter 25
Naztko Does The Blog
ENTRY 251
This final battle seems impossible now. Each of the elites in turn have been corrupted and betrayed. Now it appears that I am no different. I have not faithfully followed the letter or spirit of the writings of the Ofuye, nor have I fully assimilated the spiritual elements of the Utd’mbts picture history transmitted through generations. The pcapdyntpa exception was to be a rare thing. But I have gone back to the Forbidden Zone too many times now to retrieve special weapons. And now I have committed the ultimate sypmauiyig using the hyxfacacda device. Worse, because of this I have kept a secret painful for Zawmb’yee. But what can I do? She hasn’t yet mastered Brmegr, and if I told her the secret, someone could retrieve the secret from her mind. The prohibition to use the hyxfacacda up-top is specified with the most severe caveat. It is said that to enable its proliferation by even one use can cause total chaos. But I felt it necessary to save a life.
There is not enough time to teach Zawmb’yee the slow and careful way. To do it quickly, I would have to ask her permission to intrude into her mind, and she for a moment would have to give up her autonomy so I could insert the knowledge. This is extremely dangerous, and in the past has been used to create slaves.
ENTRY 252
This has been a day of catastrophe. I went to see Zawmb’yee in the palace, but she was not there. She had gone back to her old quarters along the sacred corridor.
“Zawmb’yee, what are you doing here,” I said.
“I’m remembering Doug. I’m a fool — Utcoozhoo must have been right that Doug is dead.” She grabbed pictures off the wall and threw them across the room. A vase was smashed into tiny pieces on the floor. “These tiny pieces of dust — this is what you did to Doug.”
“Stop! You must wait for…”
“Wait for what? The world has ended for me. I am pieces of dust.”
Zawmb’yee sank into a chair next to a desk. She opened a draw part way.
I said, “I have a secret to tell you.”
She screamed, “I have no need for intrigue anymore. I am dust, only dust, and this will make me vapor.” She lifted an Acacizg from the draw and pointed it at her head.
“For gods’ sake…”
“Which god would that be? The god of betrayal. The god that takes my only love. I will join the annihilation now that I deserve no more life. Tell me goodbye if you must and then…”
“Wait please, you must give me more that one word…”
“For what?’
“For the sake of me. I have never betrayed you. Please give me a few more moments to love you, to savor you, to ingrain a memory of you in my thoughts…”
“What would a grain of time do for you now? There is oblivion and endless pain. Do not torture me with philosophy. I don’t believe in a grainy vision. It hurts so much to be alone with a grain of me. I’m not even a pebble to toss in the lake, not a ripple of laughter we made once. I’m drowning and must reach for my annihilation. This forbidden Acacizg will make me my dust like Doug.”
“Please. I have a secret I can not give you until you are prepared to hide it.”
“Why would I hide anything now that I am about to leave forever…”
“Please, please… it is a secret of happiness.”
“That is no longer possible.”
“It is, and when you know it you will be happy.”
“I’ve already indulged your speech longer than a goodbye…”
“Please give me a last favor. I know you can endure me for just a few more days and we can remember happy times — we can forget and relive and for a moment pretend. Please pretend with me — let’s play like children. Little Z, come play with me.”
Zawmb’yee laughed. “You are a lovely person Naztko. Yes, then alright, teach me one last lesson.”
“Tiglekso.”
— Douglas Gilbert
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