How To Succeed in Evil by Patrick E. McLean Page B

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    “I’ve no need of a technical explanation. Now, power going down is one thing, but power going out of phase? What happens if power is out of phase?”
    “How far out of phase?”
    “180 degrees.”
    “A hundred and — are you nuts? It would cancel out, you see if you have two waves, equal size both headed in opposite directions. Wham.”
    “Calm water.”
    “Yeah, I guess, nobody’s stupid enough to do that.”
    Edwin drapes his long fingers over the keyboard and plays a chord. “Harmony, you see. But now, and just for an instant.” He shifts his fingers and the resulting chord is dissonant and wrong.
    “But that could take down the whole grid. I mean you’d need a lot more than one power plant doing it. And all at the same time.”
    “And just for an instant?”
    “Well, that’s all you’d need, yeah.”
    “Thank you very much Mr. Putnam. Again, I am sorry for the inconvenience.” Edwin rings a bell. In an instant Alabaster appears in the doorway. “I am done with Mr. Putnam, Alabaster. Perhaps you could have him returned to his family in a slightly more civilized manner.”
    “I didn’t want to kidnap him in the first place,” says Alabaster. He shrugs in a way that suggests that these matters are largely out of his control.
    “Do what you can,” says Edwin.
    As he is leaving, Putnam turns to Edwin and asks, “You’re not really going to do it are you?”
    Edwin looks up from his papers. “Me? Heavens no. I don’t do anything. I’m just a consultant. Like you.”
    With Putnam gone and the scheme complete in his mind, exhaustion overcomes Edwin. He goes to bed and sleeps for 14 hours. He is awakened by Alabaster shaking his shoulder.
    “You’ve got to get up. She wants to see you.”
    Edwin sits up and considers appearing before a client in his current state, “I will require a shower and a shave first.”
    “No, sir. Ma’am powerful angry. She wants you right now.”
    “Ma’am?” Edwin asks.
    Alabaster shrugs again. “She pays me $20 extra every time I call her Ma’am. I guess the habit stuck.”
    Edwin splashes water on his face, and cleans himself up as best he can. As he unrolls his sleeves, he is moved to ask, “What is your real name?”
    “Daniel.”
    “You won’t mind if I don’t call you Alabaster?”
    “Nobody around here will know who you are talking about.”
    As Daniel helps him into his suit jacket, Edwin says, “That’s fine. I’m afraid that no matter what I say, no one around here knows what I’m talking about.”

Chapter Fifteen 
    Using the 'Asset'

    Gus lights another cigarette. He takes a long drag and looks into the sky. In all the years Gus has known him, Excelsior has never just walked up. Would Gus walk if he could fly? Gus takes another drag and coughs some more. If Gus could fly, he’d probably just leave. But that’s not the way it works. It feels like all the important decisions were made long ago and now Gus is just trying to live out his own epilogue with as little grief as possible.
    There is a belch of diesel and a roaring noise as a generator comes to life. Arc lights cast harsh shadows across the decaying parking lot. Gus turns back to the nest of trailers and personnel that has sprung up in the last hour. Men in unofficial uniforms rush to and fro. Not a single one of them is without some kind of electronic doohingy. Typing and talking — struggling to get their thumbs on impossibly tiny little keys. And for what? Gus knows that they’re all just talking to each other. And all while running around in the same damn parking lot. Why the hell are they running around? This isn’t the runnin’ around part. This is the waiting part. 
    He leans back against a car and watches minor bureaucrats swarm around him. He wouldn’t give a damn for any of ‘em. Not one tinker’s damn. He coughs some more. Gus is to old for this shit. And yet they kept trotting him out to deal with the big man. That’s one of the things they called