A Conversation You Don’t Want to Have
“That’s the way it was meant to be, “he said. “Besides, it gives me the advantage. But you already know that.”
“What do you want? Why are you here?”
“My job is to keep you from doing anything good. That’s all you need to know. Whatever it takes, I have the power to do it. You know I’m not here alone. Others are nearby ready to help. I only have to call out and they’re here before you can imagine it. I have as many as I need - specialists of all kinds to do the job. You get an idea, and I call them over to suck it out of you. You must be an important one. Or maybe I am. I’ve never had this kind of power before. Must be that promotion he promised if I took care of my last assignment quick like that.”
“Why is it I can feel your presence and talk with you this way?” I said. I’m fairly certain I already knew the answers but I wanted to get the basics out of the way. I know I’m dealing with a liar but I’ve had enough experience I know he must answer me, no matter what the question.
“I’ve been kind of wondering that myself. All I can figure is you’ve been given some sort of gift,” he said “I don’t think it’s particularly fair, but it’s not going to make any difference, I can promise you that.”
“What’s you name.”
“You can call me whatever you want. I’ve been called lots of things over the years.”
“So you’ve obviously done this before.”
“You can say that.”
“I know you have to answer me, so tell me how many times you’ve done this before.”
“It all depends on what we’re talking about. Do you mean have a conversation or go all the way and put someone in the loony bin?” There was something sadistic in the way he said it, as if he was remembering something with particular delight.
“Let’s start with the basics, “I said. “How many times have you had a conversation where the other person could hear and record you?”
“You’re the first.”
“I’m not the first you talked to…” I said.
“No, but you’re the first who doesn’t seem to be afraid of me.”
“Oh, but I am afraid. I have great fear and respect for what you can do. I know who you are and what you can do. Don’t put yourself down. I know your power. You put me in the hospital twice, in case you don’t remember.”
“I sensed a smile and a rubbing of the hands together if he had any. “I had some help back then. It was my first time. You almost had us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on, do I have to explain everything to you?”
“From what I understand, yes, you do have to answer every question I put to you. I’ve been told that’s a rule.” I said.
“Fine. Johnson kept your son and his friend busy. It wasn’t hard. A little weed will do wonders.”
“So it was you I saw when I was waking up.”
“If you say so. It was my job to watch you and keep you away if you moved.”
“I’m going to call you Sam.”
“Call me whatever you want.” He seemed a little annoyed.
“Want to know why?”
“It must be part of the gift. I can always tell when you’re lying,” I said.
“You remind me of that cartoon character, Sam Sheepdog, from when I was a kid. It was his job to watch the sheep and keep the wolf away. Ralph E. Wolf was always plotting a way to get at the sheep. He came up with all kinds of plans. That’s what made it funny each time.”
“You’re beginning to annoy me,” Sam said.
“You should be flattered,” I said.
“Why is that?”
“Sam was actually the smart one. He had it all figured out. In spite of his eyes covered with red hair, he knew exactly where the wolf was. He always had a plan on how to keep him away from the sheep. Remember that. Sam was the smart one.”
I sensed Sam mulling this over.
“OK, whatever. Like I say, you can call me Sam if it makes you feel better. But it’s not going to help. Nobody’s ever been able to talk to me like this before without me scaring the crap out if them. Don’t I scare you?”
“Oh, you scared me alright. Remember, the hospital.”
He brightened up. Yeah, you were a mess. You’d think you didn’t know anything about devils. Twice in one week. The boss was especially proud.”
“But you were just doing your job, weren’t you Sam? You say you’ve done this many times before.”
“I didn’t say.”
“Well, give. I want to know.”
“I don’t keep exact records. Let’s just say a couple thousand.” He was gloating, that was obvious.
“You must be pretty good, then.”
“One of the best. I don’t need much help. I’ve done this so many times I’ve got it down to a science. I specialize in drugs.”
“But not the hard stuff,” I said.
“Weed works better. It keeps the guy going, sometimes for a lifetime, but he never really accomplishes anything. What more could you ask for? He wastes his whole life and doesn’t even know it.” I could almost see a big smile cross his face.
“And your victims never notice that they’re slowly losing their edge – their desire to accomplish anything in life, their ability to remember things, their creative talents…”
“They don’t care. All they know is they feel good. Hey, that’s what drugs are all about. I told you I was an expert.”
“So why was I able to see you back then but can only sense your presence now?
“Just look it up.”
“You wanted to be in there, didn’t you? You wanted to be getting high too. I could tell by the way you looked over there.”
“Whatever. What do you want?”
“I just want to tell you thank you.”
“Yeah, I mean it. I’m still in pain. The migraines and the anxiety are there but over time, they’ll go away. You know they will.”
“Yeah, so what.”
“You’ve been sent to me.”
“Since you can’t lie, if you’re going to insist on hanging around, I’m going to use you. You been assigned to me, which means you can’t leave until either you defeat me or I defeat you. It’s a fight to the finish. I’m going to use you. You’re going to tell me things you don’t want to.” Now I felt like rubbing my hands together. “You know my gift helps me know when you’re lying. I think someone made a major mistake. They sent me one of the smartest and best. How does it make you feel knowing you’re going to be used?”
“Well, good luck. I can lie all I want," Sam said. "That’s still mine. I can lead you on wild goose chases that completely waste your time. If you want to chance it, then more power to you. I don’t know what you think you can get out of this, but I can tell you I’m deadly serious. I will not give up until you’re dead, crazy or have been totally incapacitated. Even then, I’ll keep you out of commission. You’ll be no good to anybody.”
“Fine - it’s good to have it out in the open. We know where each other stands. You want to drive me crazy and I want to use you to get tactical information that’s going to help in this last great battle. You’re going to be sorry you decided to accept this assignment. Oh, sorry. I forgot. You have no power to choose, do you? You go where you’re told and do or die, isn’t that true?”
“You’re a jerk.”
“And you’re damned to hell. Don’t ever forget it.”
Update (Thur 11-7-13): I sent Sam to the light where he was met by a loving family member ready to teach him the gospel. Sam will no longer be visiting with us. He says the light is too bright here.