Short Story

 A Japanese American real estate agent, who made more money as a topless dancer in a Manhattan club by the Hudson River, gave me her Dell monitor that faded into darkness after 9 years of continuous use on recovering my memories after head injuries in a hate attack by a Neo Nazi at N.Y.U.

She also gave me her blue screen prone XP Windows P.C delivered in the boot of her white Mercedes-Benz. She didn’t wipe totally her data and that’s how I found pictures of her at The Playboy Mansion.

Her spirit is more beautiful than her beautiful body and that’s what I loved about her. Once she knew I had seen her in the nude, she became embarrassed as if her little brother had found out and begged her to go back to another real estate job.

I became blind when the monitor gave up the ghost. 

The next day, I found a 20-dollar bill under clothes in a drawer and went on a long walk in a drizzle of rain to a shopping mall in The South Bronx.

I was in the middle of an explosion of new technology at Best Buy. I wandered in invisible fields of radiation nearby The Field Of Dreams called Yankee Stadium.

 I was more stunned by the innovations than the prices of monitors, one of which was selling for nearly 1000 dollars. I walked to a pawnshop and saw a PC screen for $49.99. I kept walking until a thrift shop came into sight like a mystical vision.

A caramel colored man with a straw hat on his baldhead made me think I was in a musical Cuba of ancient automobiles in mint condition. His eyes lit up when he saw 20 dollars and went to work on finding a monitor in a techno junkyard of a little shop.

He tested a Samsung and wrapped it in a garbage bag to protect it from the rain and also provided a beaten beige canvas bag with leather handles.

The obsolete monitor was like a broken head of a robot in that it wouldn’t stay up to face me and it was not cable comparable with my PC. I brought it back through long blocks made longer by the weight of the screen. He took it back and showed me a Sony.

Windows 98 has detected new hardware. Searching for drivers…

I could see again The Blue Danube that took my inner child to 2001: A Space Odyssey.

This is story on evolving the better angels of our nature in pursuit of higher education.

Can you read me now?

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