figure, motioned for us to enter the glass partition, while the
Omniraja and his guards sat on folding chairs to watch the saga
unfold. The glass door was closed behind us.
After all that I had learned and grown in the past months, after
finally finding some semblance of harmony in my life, and love of the
world, my world was about to be vaporized. Still, I felt strongly that
in death, in stepping through the infinity curtain, there was to be
found total and absolute peace, and as such, I was eager to drink it in.
I was ready to become one with all and all with one. I thought
suddenly about Charly, and prayed that the Omniraja would be
overthrown so that she could live. In my mind I kissed her goodbye
one last time. And I began to let go.
The executioner pulled a lever that let the fumes seep into our
cell. Yippee, Joe and I huddled together in the center of the floor and
said our goodbyes.
“I’m going to miss you guys,” I said.
“Hey, mate. Don’t worry,“ Yippee said somberly. “We’ll see each
other on the other side.”
“Yeah,” Joe acquiesced, “We gave the world our best effort. Now
it’s in The hands of others. Maybe Oscar.”
“Too bad about that,” said Yippee.
We all laughed.
“Yeah, silly old Oscar, couldn’t save the world without knocking
himself out!” Joe joked.
“Can you imagine,” I sniggered, “Oscar, responsible for saving
the human race? Our s-s-savior?”
It was too much. We all started laughing uncontrollably. It
seemed that the poison gas was making us rather giddy, because we
couldn’t stop laughing. In fact, it felt quite good. So good, in fact, that
while we were yukking it up, we didn’t even notice what was going on
outside the glass. Omniraja and his guards were all laying on the
floor.
It was Yippee, Joe and I who were the ones stoned out of our
minds on nitrous oxide, while the Omniraja had inadvertently
inhaled something far less humorous than common laughing gas.
Cyanide sayonara, Omniraja! When he died, the mask fell from
his hands and poisoned everyone in the room, except for the
executioner, who now menacingly approached the glass door, one of
the guard’s pistols in his hand. He turned the lock and stepped in,
slamming the door behind him. No longer laughing, we huddled
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