Edgar’s Story
Let me introduce myself. My name is Edgar. I had a pretty normal, somewhat perfect life. I never really paid attention to time or the need for money. I am even famous; you may remember me by the time you are done reading my story. My pictures and videos are everywhere. You probably have a few pictures of me around your place, or have seen me on T.V. lately. Some of those pictures are beautiful, others are just horrific. It all depends on who was doing the work. Right now I lie here in front of you looking like road-kill. A mess, pieces of me here and there, some pieces I don’t even recognize as me. I should be in the emergency room right now, not lying here in front of you. How does someone as perfect and as innocent as myself end up like this? It’s not fair. Things like this should not happen to the good ones. I am one of the good ones, totally innocent. Let me tell you my story and then you judge if my fate is justified.
I had it made; things were easy for me right from my birth. No worries, no need for money, everything was just taken care of for me. I had a nice warm place to stay, comfortable, cozy, well covered, just a perfect place to live. I had it all; no wants, no needs, no worries, and my pad was climate controlled, always at the perfect temperature. That was….until one day. I will never forget that day. It haunts me to the very end. Until that moment life was perfect. Then I was taken, abducted, kidnapped, shanghaied, and right out of my cozy warm home. I remember it all to well it was early morning. I was just waking up. When all of a sudden I was grabbed and taken away, put into a hold with others like me and taken to a building. I tried to ask around if anyone knew what was going on, but it all happened too fast. Apparently I was the last one taken, because we were quickly taken to a building and unloaded.
Unloaded? More like dumped, gently. I thought this was all very rude, rough and despicable. As I looked around some more, it looked like everyone was getting a checkup. Was I getting health benefits now? Not that I needed them. I had no cares, no worries, and just was happy sleeping most of the time. So I was x-rayed, weighed, looked over and set in a new kind of hold. I don’t know how many of us there were in this transport, but it was at least somewhat comfortable. The seats are form fitting, almost as if they were made for us. It was nice. The only problem I had now was that instead of being all nice and warm, I was now getting cold. It felt like a new kind of climate control, something that made you chill out instead of being warm and cozy. I was so confused. I went from warm and cozy to being looked at under a microscope, so to speak, to being cooled off. Was there something wrong with me? No one told me anything, and then the lights went out.
This was too much to handle. Not only am I in the dark, but I’m in the dark with strangers and relatives, and its getting cold. I want to go home! Why me, why can’t I be left alone? Why are they doing this to me and where are we going now? The transport is moving, being set down here, moved over there. I hear a door closing. Are we in a tunnel or something bigger? What is going on? Is the moving over? No, we are moving again. I hope this trip is just as quick as the last one and I hope that it is going home. No such luck, because a day later and we are finally stopped, at least for the moment. I hear a door opening and we are moving again.
It sounds like we are being shuffled around, there is some light coming through the roof and I think we are being set down. Wait, we are being moved again. Every once in a while we get jostled and rearranged. Every hour feels like a day. Oh, how I wish I was back at my nice cozy, warm, non-moving, home. No more moving or being cold. That would be nice. Another day goes by, but not without its jostling, bumping and reorganization mind you. This is ridiculous. When will this ever end? Wait a minute; our transport is being picked up this time, not shuffled. Someone is opening it up. Oh, this is a good sign I can tell. Oh, no, we are being handled. No don’t close it! That was such a let down. Now we are being put down again, but we are moving again. Maybe this is good after all. More moving, I think I’m getting transport sick.
We’re stopped again. Now I can feel some warmth coming in. This is nice. I can deal with this, at least there is warmth. The transport is open and I feel more warmth, this is too good. New place but at least I am warm. I don’t care. Now we’re being moved to a convertible transport, still fit to me, but harder and less comfortable. At least I have light and warmth, it is better than before. I am being put in a room; it looks like we are on display. And when they close the door the lights go out too. I am getting tired of the dark, and the cold. It’s starting to get very cold in here. Didn’t anybody ever hear of a furnace, you know real heat? Every once in a while they open the door, the lights go on and then it is over shortly afterward. The door closes and the lights go out and it gets cold all over again. Day after day, this is my new life. I think I’m going crazy with the door and the light show. Will it ever end?
Well, let me tell you a few days of that kind of torture will make anyone a little nuts. One day I started to hallucinate, I thought I was being moved. I figured I was going crazy finally. But imagination does not usually go with warmth. I really started to feel warm. This must be all in my head, a self defense mechanism, just trying to deal with the cold and the dark. But no, wait, there is light and real warmth and it’s getting warmer. I am getting warm again. Finally there is a break in the madness.
Ouch, that hurt, I’ve been broken. I’m feeling light headed. Why did you drop me?! Ouch, that’s hot. What’s going on here? I’m getting sick, dizzy, and hot, I think I’m running a fever. Is there a doctor in the house?! Please, I need major medical attention, I’m broken and burning. I’m on fire. Someone help, please stop staring at me and help. Please, I beg you, don’t let this, whatever this is happening, continue. Please stop it. Help me! Please! I’m getting dizzy, who are you over there and what did you do? I still don’t know why I am here. Please, help me!
Well that’s it. It’s all over. Here I am as road-kill with bits and pieces of me all over the place. And some others here who I don’t recognize, all mixed in with me. Hey, you know you could have helped me. You could have stopped the pain. Why didn’t you? The least you can do now is stop staring at me. Oh, thanks, prayers for me now, after you stood there and did nothing. I know it’s too late, but have some consideration, at least cover me up. What are you doing with that fork? Get away from me you cannibal. Help! Help! They are going to eat me……..ahhhhh!
Edgar’s Story
(The Egg and I)
I had it made; things were easy for me right from my birth. No worries, no need for money, everything was just taken care of for me. I had a nice warm place to stay, comfortable, cozy, well covered, just a perfect place to live. I had it all; no wants, no needs, no worries, and my pad was climate controlled, always at the perfect temperature. That was….until one day. I will never forget that day. It haunts me to the very end. Until that moment life was perfect. Then I was taken, abducted, kidnapped, shanghaied, and right out of my cozy warm home. I remember it all to well it was early morning. I was just waking up. When all of a sudden I was grabbed and taken away, put into a hold with others like me and taken to a building. I tried to ask around if anyone knew what was going on, but it all happened too fast. Apparently I was the last one taken, because we were quickly taken to a building and unloaded.
Unloaded? More like dumped, gently. I thought this was all very rude, rough and despicable. As I looked around some more, it looked like everyone was getting a checkup. Was I getting health benefits now? Not that I needed them. I had no cares, no worries, and just was happy sleeping most of the time. So I was x-rayed, weighed, looked over and set in a new kind of hold. I don’t know how many of us there were in this transport, but it was at least somewhat comfortable. The seats are form fitting, almost as if they were made for us. It was nice. The only problem I had now was that instead of being all nice and warm, I was now getting cold. It felt like a new kind of climate control, something that made you chill out instead of being warm and cozy. I was so confused. I went from warm and cozy to being looked at under a microscope, so to speak, to being cooled off. Was there something wrong with me? No one told me anything, and then the lights went out.
This was too much to handle. Not only am I in the dark, but I’m in the dark with strangers and relatives, and its getting cold. I want to go home! Why me, why can’t I be left alone? Why are they doing this to me and where are we going now? The transport is moving, being set down here, moved over there. I hear a door closing. Are we in a tunnel or something bigger? What is going on? Is the moving over? No, we are moving again. I hope this trip is just as quick as the last one and I hope that it is going home. No such luck, because a day later and we are finally stopped, at least for the moment. I hear a door opening and we are moving again.
It sounds like we are being shuffled around, there is some light coming through the roof and I think we are being set down. Wait, we are being moved again. Every once in a while we get jostled and rearranged. Every hour feels like a day. Oh, how I wish I was back at my nice cozy, warm, non-moving, home. No more moving or being cold. That would be nice. Another day goes by, but not without its jostling, bumping and reorganization mind you. This is ridiculous. When will this ever end? Wait a minute; our transport is being picked up this time, not shuffled. Someone is opening it up. Oh, this is a good sign I can tell. Oh, no, we are being handled. No don’t close it! That was such a let down. Now we are being put down again, but we are moving again. Maybe this is good after all. More moving, I think I’m getting transport sick.
We’re stopped again. Now I can feel some warmth coming in. This is nice. I can deal with this, at least there is warmth. The transport is open and I feel more warmth, this is too good. New place but at least I am warm. I don’t care. Now we’re being moved to a convertible transport, still fit to me, but harder and less comfortable. At least I have light and warmth, it is better than before. I am being put in a room; it looks like we are on display. And when they close the door the lights go out too. I am getting tired of the dark, and the cold. It’s starting to get very cold in here. Didn’t anybody ever hear of a furnace, you know real heat? Every once in a while they open the door, the lights go on and then it is over shortly afterward. The door closes and the lights go out and it gets cold all over again. Day after day, this is my new life. I think I’m going crazy with the door and the light show. Will it ever end?
Well, let me tell you a few days of that kind of torture will make anyone a little nuts. One day I started to hallucinate, I thought I was being moved. I figured I was going crazy finally. But imagination does not usually go with warmth. I really started to feel warm. This must be all in my head, a self defense mechanism, just trying to deal with the cold and the dark. But no, wait, there is light and real warmth and it’s getting warmer. I am getting warm again. Finally there is a break in the madness.
Ouch, that hurt, I’ve been broken. I’m feeling light headed. Why did you drop me?! Ouch, that’s hot. What’s going on here? I’m getting sick, dizzy, and hot, I think I’m running a fever. Is there a doctor in the house?! Please, I need major medical attention, I’m broken and burning. I’m on fire. Someone help, please stop staring at me and help. Please, I beg you, don’t let this, whatever this is happening, continue. Please stop it. Help me! Please! I’m getting dizzy, who are you over there and what did you do? I still don’t know why I am here. Please, help me!
Well that’s it. It’s all over. Here I am as road-kill with bits and pieces of me all over the place. And some others here who I don’t recognize, all mixed in with me. Hey, you know you could have helped me. You could have stopped the pain. Why didn’t you? The least you can do now is stop staring at me. Oh, thanks, prayers for me now, after you stood there and did nothing. I know it’s too late, but have some consideration, at least cover me up. What are you doing with that fork? Get away from me you cannibal. Help! Help! They are going to eat me……..ahhhhh!
Edgar’s Story
(The Egg and I)
