Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Auditor Adam and the Photocopier Pandemonium

 The short, fat appendage of the time telling apparatus inched closer to the marking representing the 3rd digit of the Sumerian numerical series. The complexity of that statement that merely said it was just 3 o clock amused Adam to no end as he sat at the 4 by 2 table, leafing through invoices of “Acme and Co”. Wielding the 2 pens of accounting destiny, the blue pen of creation and the red pen of fulfillment, he confirmed, denied and endorsed every transaction that came his way, guiding them to their final resting places in the ledger of the gods. He was the St Peter of accounting. He was Auditor Adam.

As Adam vouched and casted to his heart's content, there came the inevitable accumulation of original invoices ready to receive the grace of the holy light bestowed by the almighty Deus ex Xerox. As Adam marked the chosen with the pens of destiny, he looked towards the faces of the eager invoices awaiting salvation and sighed. The mountain of paperwork that lay towering above the tabletop looked as daunting as the peak of K2. “Not like I have a choice”, he thought as he herded the stack of invoices towards the room of the revered Xerox machine.

As Adam approached the room, his expert auditor senses tingled. Something was amiss. The usually benevolent hum of the gates to accounting salvation sounded hostile, malignant. Adam approached cautiously. Something was very, very wrong. The machine beeped as though mocking Adam's cautions, laughing scornfully at the auditor's cowardice. A cold wind blew through the room, and the chosen invoices shivered in fear.

Adam stepped into the room and the corrupted guardian immediately roared to life. A cacophony of beeps pierced the previously tranquil air. The status panel flashed red and Adam knew immediately what was wrong. The fallen Stygian staples have infiltrated the gates and have corrupted the holy guardian, wreaking havoc within. The cry of help of the guardian of the gateway did not fall on apathetic ears. Adam gritted his teeth and growled, “You dare show yourself in this sacred place, demons?” “You will NEVER corrupt that which is true and fair”. Adam rolled up his sleeves and summoned the powers of the FRS, bestowed on him by the ones in the high tower.

He rushed at the Xerox, immediately opening the feeder tray and extracting an offending fallen staple, banishing it to where it came. One down. No time to waste, the staples were destroying the guardian from within, using their infernal touch to overheat the divine mechanisms. Cover A was next and 2 of the imps lay hidden under flap B, deep within the heart of the Xerox. Time was running out, the intruders have summoned the power of the Enron and the infernal heat emanating from the guardian felt as though the explosive diarrhea of hell's bowels have ripped Tartarus asunder and spilled its heat onto our mortal plane. “Debiting damnation”, the auditor swore as the 2 demons rattled smugly, laughing at the auditor's helplessness.

Adam reached into his pocket for his divine instruments and spoke unto them, “You have served me well, my faithful companions, but today I must ask you to lend me your strength and to do our duty to the ones in the high tower.” The blue and red pens of destiny glowed, bathed in the strength of the FRS, eager to do their master proud and sacrifice themselves for the greater good. “I thank you for your sacrifice oh noble ones. You will never be forgotten,” he said. With his new found power the tools of destiny had bestowed him, he plunged the pens deep into the guardian's heart, with 2 deft strikes with the nib on both pens, he dislodged the accursed staples from their demonic lairs and sent them right to the abyss of the waste disposal unit. “And good riddance you unvouched ulcer,” he shouted after them as they fell to their doom.

Adam quickly pulled his companions out of the infernal heat and pulled a rough sheet of paper from Tray 2. “ Don't die on me,” he cried, his eyes brimming with tears. As the 2 pen nibs touched paper, their life blood of blue and red stirred within them, waxing in the presence of the great white plain. As Adam moved their nibs slowly across the white expanse, their ball bearings grinded to life and turned once more, flooding the white with their ichors of blue and red, once again able to serve the ones in the high tower. Adam breathed a sigh of relief as his companions lived to fight another day.
The battle was won, but the war was far from over. Someone was responsible for this desecration of hallowed ground. Someone had opened the gates to salvation and allowed the stygian intruders in. Adam knew exactly who he was. But that is a story for another day in...


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