Part 1, Chapter 4, of RFVA Chapter by Danny ZilFOUR The Control Room was a shambles. Dirty
dishes, half-eaten meals, unwashed clothes and hastily discarded personalities
littered the place. Everywhere the word ‘EARTH’ cropped up on signs or notices
it had been scored out and ‘GREATER ALBANIA’ crudely lettered above it in red
paint. Depressed by the state of the place and
that his dreams were in tatters and that all his friends were gone, Roger
slumped into the doldrums. “I thought you were going to slump into a
chair,” Roger grunted. “So everybody’s gone,” he
moaned. “That’s right,” Roger sank deeper into the doldrums. “Oh yes?” “They’re both safe. Your Mother was already
away at an old folk’s trip to Pluto and Amanda was at a work’s outing to
Titan.” Roger brightened. “Oh that’s good. I’m glad
they’re safe.” “And a chap called Keith said to tell you
he’d kept all the back copies of ‘Astronomers Weekly’ for you.” Roger grinned. “Any news about a Mr
Entwhistle?” “The Mr Entwhistle?” Roger nodded. “Bit of an accident there I’m afraid,” “Don’t tell me he was hurt?” “Oh well that’s alright,” Roger said,
looking relieved. “He likes teenagers.” “Healthy? You don’t have to worry about Mr
Entwhistle. He’s one of the fittest chaps I know and he likes doing things with
teenagers.” “Hmmm,” muttered “So that leaves you in charge of Earth does
it, I mean Greater Albania?” Roger asked. “That’s right. Used to be called Earth. Now
it’s Greater Albania. Named it after the mother country,” Roger considered this. “You named it after
Greater? I’ve never heard of a country called Greater.” “ “Well if you like “I tried to,” Norman said, “but the Boss
told me to piss off.” “That wasn’t very nice of him,” Roger
sympathised. “It must have hurt your feelings.” “Hurt my feelings!? It ruined my life. I
was never the same after that. I think that’s why my wife left me.” “What a pity,” Roger consoled. “Did she go
off with another chap?” “He was a toilet cleaner,” Roger raised his eyebrows and lowered his
snigger. “Funny thing was,” mused “Well they won’t be there now,” Roger said consolingly.
“I suppose even the Albanians have left.” Roger sat up. “You mean they’re still here?” “Of course.” “Well hadn’t we go and warn them?” “We can try,” “Maybe they’ll believe me!” Roger
said excitedly. “I’ve actually seen the Dust!” “Let’s go then. We can take an air-mobile.
Won’t take long. But I’m telling you now " you’re wasting your time.” “Nonsense! I’m sure I’ll be able to
convince them!” Roger enthused as they left the Control Room. There was a line of sleek air-mobiles
parked alongside the Control Room and the door of the first slid open as they
approached. “Hi guys, I’m Annie. Where to?” the attractive
female android driver asked. “ “What again?” “You know what they told you last time?” Annie
reminded him. “This is different,” “Suit yourself,” Annie said, starting the
air-mobile. Roger and Norman strapped in and the
air-mobile drifted along then gathered speed and rose to its cruising height of
one hundred feet. “For your pleasure and enjoyment,” Annie
said, turning to them, “would you like classical music, modern music, bloody
Albanian folk music or a hand-job?” Roger flushed. “Nothing thanks,” “Kinky, eh?” Annie said, leering at them. The air-mobile picked up speed and soon
they were being whisked towards the fabled land. Roger gazed down at the scenery
mosaic awhile then turned to “So is this Boss chap in charge of “Ah yes, the Boss,” “What’s so marvellous about him?” “The way he’s dragged Roger frowned. “But we’re in the 41st!”
“Well…” Roger nodded. “Is he a popular ruler then,
this Boss chap?” “He certainly is,” “So he won easily?” “Sort of. All his opponents were buried in
a landslide a few days before voting. Shrewd, eh?” “Oh yes, very shrewd. Well if he’s so clever
what has he done for the country? I saw a documentary about “Weeds out the weaklings, doesn’t it!?” “Hungry people, the Albanians in the
documentary,” Roger responded. They watched the scenery awhile as the
air-mobile whizzed along. Everywhere there was evidence of a once mighty
civilization now abandoned " forests grew thick and luxuriant, flowers and
grass were lush and plentiful, rivers and streams sparkled, the air was smog
free and endangered species breathed sighs of relief behind bushes and trees. “So what sort of things has the Boss done
for “Well
his first move after he came to power was to break off relations with other
countries, including itself. The Albanians couldn’t speak to each other for
weeks.” Roger looked puzzled. “So how did they
communicate?” “They didn’t,” “That’s a bit silly,” Roger remarked.
“Didn’t they get cramp from standing in the one place?” “I suppose that law was scrapped as well?” “It was,” “So what was that?” “A two-part programme,” He put his glasses back on and thought
Roger had moved into the back seat again. “Sorry, I thought you were having a
go at piloting. Airmobile a bit tricky to handle, was it? Not to worry. Where
was I?” “Psychiatrically disturbed,” Annie
muttered. “The Modernisation Programme,” Roger
reminded him. “Ah yes " part two of the plan was the
Illiteracy Project. Did you know that when the Boss came to power, 10% of
Albanians were illiterate? Within two years, only two years mark you, he had it
up to 20%.” Roger looked at “So how did the Boss raise money for these
Projects " by raising taxes?” “Initially yes but the people started
complaining when taxation went up so that was when the Boss pulled one of his
master strokes. He dropped all taxes completely.” “That was his master stroke?” Roger was mercifully spared further details
on the glories of the Boss and his subjects as the airmobile slowed then coasted
down to a halt. “We are now one hundred yards from the
Albanian border,” Annie announced. “Which means we are just outside official
Albanian wind-breaking space. Passengers to be humiliated please alight.” “Here, you better carry this,” He jumped out and Roger followed. “The border!” Roger looked towards the fence. It ran
crookedly across the countryside, wasn’t very high and bits of it were missing.
Some sheep were grazing along it and they wandered through the gaps at will. “It’s not much of a fence,” he remarked. “Ah but wait till you see the warning
notice,” They strolled on till they came to the
sign. It said, ‘YOU ARE APPROACHING THE ALBANIAN BORDER. YOU CAN’T COME IN
UNLESS YOU’RE AN ALBANIAN. SIGNED, THE BOSS OF “How’s that for defence?” “Stunning,” agreed Roger as they walked on.
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