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month,
and the privilege of pleasuring her as often as she needed, more than
sufficient compensation.
    Zeke swaggered to the bed and
parted her robe. Lazlo watched intently, his dark eyes glittering, but remained
silent. Zeke couldn’t remember ever hearing the gardener speak. Just as well,
Zeke was uninterested in anything he might say anyway.
    Zeke knew Mrs. Harrington did not
require nor appreciate the kissing and cuddling most women craved, so he got
right down to business. Mrs. Harrington kept up a running narration of every
move he made, as if instructing Lazlo in a lost art. Whatever trips your
trigger, Zeke thought. He felt like a performer in a documentary.
    “Now see, Lazlo,” she said between
breaths. “That’s what I want. Just like Ezekiel did.”
    She continued to give directions to
Lazlo as Zeke finished inside her. She then rolled him off of her.
    “You can go now.” Mrs. Harrington
dismissed Zeke. He got up from the bed and walked toward the door.
    “Now you try,” she instructed
Lazlo, who edged over to the bed and followed Zeke’s example with precision.
Zeke smiled as he stepped from the room and closed the door.
     
    While Sue cried herself to sleep
that night, Zeke swam slow laps in the backyard pool illuminated only by
moonlight, his nude body sinuous, like a sleek animal. He was off duty now that
Lazlo was on the job, and he could have gone to Sue. His angry mood had passed,
but he thought it might be good for her to worry a little. His hands barely made
a sound as he sliced through the water. At the end of each stroke, he took a
deep breath of the warm night air. What a life, he thought.
     
    Sue answered the phone the next
morning to hear Zeke’s voice. He didn’t mention the incident from the day
before and Sue was relieved he was still speaking to her; although, she
remained baffled by their argument.
     
     

Robots to Serve the Collective
     
    “College degrees are only good for
one thing,” Zeke declared, “and that’s to make the people who have them think
they’re smarter than everyone else. That’s all you get for your hard-earned
money. Hell, some of the stupidest people I know have gone to college.”
    “What about doctors, Zeke?” Sue
asked dubiously. “Don’t you think they need some education?”
    “Well, yeah.” Zeke looked at her,
surprised. “Sure they do. But, I’m not talking about doctors here. I’m talking
about all those other bullshit degrees people get that don’t mean anything in
the real world.”
    “I think I’ll need one to get a
good job,” Sue said, her throat tight with unshed tears. He made her feel
stupid for wanting an education. “They say you can’t get a good job without
one.”
    “I know that’s what they say.” Zeke
shook his head. “But just think, Sue. Right from the start, from the time we
are little kids, we’re programmed. They call it education, I call it
indoctrination. Turning us all into little robots to serve the collective.
That’s the real reason for school. It’s not to make us smart; it’s designed to
make us compliant. And there’s a big difference.”
    “Robots?” Sue ventured.
    “Let me ask you something,” Zeke
said. “Did you like school when you were growing up?”
    “Not really that much.” In fact,
she had hated it. “But, I don’t know that I was indoctrinated into anything. I
don’t quite get that.”
    “I know, but you will if you think
hard,” Zeke assured her. “Wasn’t there even one time in your life when you did
something in school that you thought was great, really great? But the teacher
didn’t agree? Gave you a grade less than you deserved?”
    “Yes, actually, there was,” Sue
said, contemplatively. “It was a long time ago, though. We were supposed to
draw a rainy day. So my picture was a woman with her umbrella wrong side out,
you know, because it was windy. The teacher told me my umbrella wasn’t right,
and so it lowered my grade on the project. She told me umbrellas