Prologue
My name is Lieutenant McDonald. Let me take that back actually. My name WAS Lieutenant McDonald. I’m just McDonald now. Old McDonald. Like the children’s song. I can’t remember how that song went. I can’t remember much of anything; got my head bashed in during the rebellion. It’s the kind of thing that makes you forgetful. That was years ago. I think he was a janitor or something.
"I was a homicide detective. A lousy one in fact. That’s an understatement. I was really, really, bad at my job. Just to put things into perspective for you as to how much I sucked; in fourteen years as a homicide detective, fourteen fucking years, (that’s five thousand-one-hundred and ten days, not to be exact), I never solved one case. Not one.
"Not until my last case. Doesn’t matter much now though. Nope. You know why? Because I’m going to die. You want to know something else? I don’t give a shit. Not about dying. Oh I think I remember it now.
"Old McDonald solved case…
"Now he gets to clean…"
"I was a homicide detective. A lousy one in fact. That’s an understatement. I was really, really, bad at my job. Just to put things into perspective for you as to how much I sucked; in fourteen years as a homicide detective, fourteen fucking years, (that’s five thousand-one-hundred and ten days, not to be exact), I never solved one case. Not one.
"Not until my last case. Doesn’t matter much now though. Nope. You know why? Because I’m going to die. You want to know something else? I don’t give a shit. Not about dying. Oh I think I remember it now.
"Old McDonald solved case…
"Now he gets to clean…"
Filth.O
By Nocomus Columbus
It's been many, many years since I've heard the word filth used. Remember? "Keep away from that filth. There're just no good filth. Get back in the house!"
You know, calling somebody that is evil Filth just may be the nicest word you could use for many of them... Take the guy that shoots up the girl in the first scene of this book. He calls her tramp, a dirty little tramp...a silo slut...
I can easily call him filth and wish I could have told her to get away from that filth when he first approached her. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have become a slut...
Oh sure, she was a downer, but that didn't make her an addict. That filth made her that way.
I could probably write the story just as it happened. He probably showed real interest in her. Said she was pretty... Maybe even bought her something...kissed her softly...
She fell for him... That stupid filth...I would have told her to stay away from that dirty old man, I've seen enough of them. Many of the uppers are worse than any downer I ever knew, and I've met a few... Yeah, I'm one of the sluts, but I wasn't an addict...Maybe...
Maybe that's why they killed me... And, you know what, it was that filth that did it!
She could have got some type of job as a downer. Maybe even an upper would have hired her to do something to help them--clean their place or something like that...
Nocomus found me way back and asked me to read his first book. I've read all of his short stories since then and have become a fan. His stories are all extremely unique. But, I believe filth just might be his best so far!
Consider the silo society. All of the rich people found their way to the top, while the average or poor individuals took whatever space was left...
In some ways, the uppers and downers also reminded me of many corporations in today's world...where the upper management and the subordinates never meet... You know companies just like that, right?
Thankfully, this Silo is better organized than some of them. They have a group of police officers... Of course, the uppers had them come in as soon as they were comfortable in their new quarters. The police therefore are in the middle--separating the two sections. Isn't that the way it's always been...
“Get the fuck out of my office McDonald, and don’t come back until you can tell me something useful.”
"When the conversation was over, McDonald lowered his head, stood up, and walked out. McDonald’s boss, the head of the Silo’s Homicide Unit, had a headache.
"So he did what he always did when he had a headache. He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out a bottle of pills, and popped a couple into his mouth. He swallowed them down with a sip of coffee. He shook his head. I’m getting too old for this shit.
"Three dead hookers in one month. Three girls… naked, wrapped in plastic, dumped in UPPER level corridors. And all we got is, “he’s white,” Jesus Christ. The head of homicide fell forward in his chair. He crashed face-first into his desk. He grabbed his chest with his right hand; his left arm was twitching around uncontrollably, knocking all kinds of shit off of his desk. As he lay on the desk, he watched his left arm flutter around in a mad dance. He watched his favorite coffee mug fall to the floor. It shattered into a hundred-thousand pieces. Fuck. That was my favorite coffee mug.
"Lieutenant McDonald heard the commotion coming from inside his supervisor’s office. He had been standing in the hallway staring at an abstract art painting when the sounds of grunting and crashing tickled his eardrums...
"McDonald struggled to move the large man, destroying more precious items similar to the coffee mug in the process. After a few more minutes of struggling, he was finally able to roll his boss off of the desk. The fat man fell to the floor with a thud, letting out what sounded like a fart, a sound that would normally generate a laugh. Not today. McDonald wasn’t sure if his supervisor was conscious or breathing or what. The man’s eyes were closed. The subordinate leaned in to perform man mouth-to-mouth. Their lips were less than an inch apart. The captain opened his eyes.
“Fuck off McDonald!” Those were the captain’s last words. He exhaled one final breath. Pissed himself. And Died."
"And he did..."
"Upcycling" old silos had been an idea that
was immediately called genius...So they had upcycled quite a number of them. Of course, by the time they were done, nobody would have been able to project that you couldn't go outside any more...
So the chief, before he died, and actually before he was named chief, had suggested that criminals be sent out to clean the windows as their punishment... Just that one idea got him promoted! Lt. McDonald hadn't realized that if you got ideas that the Uppers might reward you... so he got busy and he solved the case!
Well, yes, he did...but... by now you should probably know that silo sagas usually have weird endings... I loved this one...
Need a break from reality. Try Nocomus Columbus... He's out of this world!
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"When the conversation was over, McDonald lowered his head, stood up, and walked out. McDonald’s boss, the head of the Silo’s Homicide Unit, had a headache.
"So he did what he always did when he had a headache. He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out a bottle of pills, and popped a couple into his mouth. He swallowed them down with a sip of coffee. He shook his head. I’m getting too old for this shit.
"Three dead hookers in one month. Three girls… naked, wrapped in plastic, dumped in UPPER level corridors. And all we got is, “he’s white,” Jesus Christ. The head of homicide fell forward in his chair. He crashed face-first into his desk. He grabbed his chest with his right hand; his left arm was twitching around uncontrollably, knocking all kinds of shit off of his desk. As he lay on the desk, he watched his left arm flutter around in a mad dance. He watched his favorite coffee mug fall to the floor. It shattered into a hundred-thousand pieces. Fuck. That was my favorite coffee mug.
"Lieutenant McDonald heard the commotion coming from inside his supervisor’s office. He had been standing in the hallway staring at an abstract art painting when the sounds of grunting and crashing tickled his eardrums...
"McDonald struggled to move the large man, destroying more precious items similar to the coffee mug in the process. After a few more minutes of struggling, he was finally able to roll his boss off of the desk. The fat man fell to the floor with a thud, letting out what sounded like a fart, a sound that would normally generate a laugh. Not today. McDonald wasn’t sure if his supervisor was conscious or breathing or what. The man’s eyes were closed. The subordinate leaned in to perform man mouth-to-mouth. Their lips were less than an inch apart. The captain opened his eyes.
“Fuck off McDonald!” Those were the captain’s last words. He exhaled one final breath. Pissed himself. And Died."
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But there was one cop... Lt. McDonald. He had been a good cop before we had to come into the silo. Now? Not so much... But when his chief died, he stood up and became a man itching to solve a case..."And he did..."
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was immediately called genius...So they had upcycled quite a number of them. Of course, by the time they were done, nobody would have been able to project that you couldn't go outside any more...
So the chief, before he died, and actually before he was named chief, had suggested that criminals be sent out to clean the windows as their punishment... Just that one idea got him promoted! Lt. McDonald hadn't realized that if you got ideas that the Uppers might reward you... so he got busy and he solved the case!
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Need a break from reality. Try Nocomus Columbus... He's out of this world!
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