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"Radiation Man"
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by Aldebaran Arghat
"Ladies, gentlemen, and members of the press," opened the press
secretary of the Nuclear Regulatory Commision, "I have called this conference
to address the many questions the public has about our current situation.
Two months ago today, as you all know, seventeen nuclear warheads
accidentally were detonated in our beautiful state of Nebraska. I realize
that you have many problems which you would like addressed, and I will get to
as many of them as possible. First question?"
"I'm from the Lake Wakanookacherri area, in Mudhowle County, and the
citizens of the county have been having problems with their livestock. Billy
Bob O'Spooley, a chicken farmer, is here with me."
"Dang nabbit! My durn chickins is glowin' durn green! When me needs
some grub fur m'family I ain't gonna want to give'em no radioactive
chickins!"
"The problems that we are facing with contaminated food and livestock
are being looked into, and I assure you that the problem will be solved, Mr.
O'Spooley. Next question?"
"I'm Mayor Coulden B. Wurss of Hicktowne, where one of the warheads
detonated. I have been getting complaints from citizens of body parts being
found throughout Hicktowne. Today, when my son drank from our well, his
tongue fell out and he swallowed it."
"Glllughh... spleeechhhhch... glug.." the young boy eloquently said.
"I agree," said the press secretary, "that someting must be done about
the contamination, and the physical effects it has on the people of Nebraska,
and we are currently looking into it."
"Lookin' into it! I oughta ring yer neck you durn yellowbellies scum
suckin' cahoot!" Billy Bob rose from his seat, clenching his fists and
gritting his teeth, and began to force his way towards the press secretary.
Suddenly, the door to the meeting hall burst open. A tall muscular
figure, wearing a green cap and mud stained over-alls, was in the doorway on
a tractor. "I," spoke the figure, "am RADIATION MAN!"
Screams of fear broke out, as the sounds of radiation man's theme song
echoed through the chamber, and radiation man dismounte his tractor. Green
goo dripping from his cap, radiation man slowly advanced toward the press
secretary.
"Your nuclear technology has caused me much pain and suffering. I was
once a peaceful farmer in this 'beautiful' state. Two months ago, while I
was telling ghost stories to my daughter Betsy Lou and my turtle Hernandez, I
heard a horrible crashing noise, as a warhead detonated. My house was
destroyed, and if it was't for the protective layer of caked on dirt and
grime on my skin I would have perished also. Now I am a mutant, the remains
of a thing which once was human, the burnt body of what was a peaceful
farmer. Look what you have done to me! Just think about the suffering that
this technology has caused before a similar mistake is made. I will be
leaving now."
With that, radiation man leaped upon his tractor, and backed up through
the wall, onward into a world of pain, sorrow, and death, with no future, and
no past... only radiation sickness and pain.
[Remember kids, don't play around with nuclear stuff. It's dangerous and
you can seriously injure yourself. Don't put it in your mouth. Nobody will
think you're "cool", so give up on it. Anyway, that stunt's been done, and it
causes cancer of the mouth and tongue faster than chewing tobacco. - RT]
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