Friday, November 20, 2009

Xecs: Prose Poem

After World War Two, a team of American scientists were given a top secret assignment to cultivate a life form known as Xecs, in an experiment to see just how much sadism and avarice could be fitted into humanoid ambulatory bipeds. Extracting DNA from centuries-old bankers frozen in amber, cultivated in Petri dishes the size of garbage can lids, watermelon-round homunculi soon spawned. They were then quick-aged in a light/dark pod that manipulated their circadian cycles, speeding their physical development one week for each actual day that passed.

Many of the Nazis who went missing after the war were part of the Xecs program, training these new life forms, amplifying their avarice, honing their sadism through a complex process of arrogance-immersion and entitlement-enzyme-bombardment.

So then, at the physical age of twenty-eight and a mental age of four years, the Xecs were then fitted into business suits, given briefcases filled with forged, bogus educational and employment credentials, and sent into the world to fulfill their function as corporate executives.

In the mid-1960s, the program went horribly wrong. The first crop of Xecs perpetrated a hostile takeover of the front company of the Xecs program, and bringing in Bay of Pigs-surviving CIA personnel and Jesuits embittered by decades in the missions, the program was ratcheted-up to a malevolent level not even conceived by the program’s original, remorseless scientists.

The Xec life forms from this second phase of the project now pock the earth like hemorrhoidal pods of hostile, alien life in the forms of Ken Lay, Jeffrey Skilling, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, executives of Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, AIG, Bear Stearns, Bank of America and oil companies—among countless others wreaking unfathomable harm.

At last report, the Xecs program’s unstated mandate was to conspire biologically into creating a fully functioning replica of Satan himself. Progress is said to be "going well."

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