![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Just a little fictional scene that popped into my head this morning. Thought I'd share, for whatever it's worth. It's not much, but hey... at least it's sort of like writing again.
Listen, pal, I'm going to tell you right now... I'm getting this job. It's my destiny. I know, it's just a janitorial position. Not something you'd usually hear about as some glorious destiny. But it's a small step on a larger path.
See, my name is Nicholas Lear. Doesn't sound like a janitor's name, does it? But that's not the point. When you shorten it, it's Nick Lear. Nick Lear, get it? Like nuclear.
Okay, yeah. It's a bit of a stretch. But not that much of one. Not compared to some of the others out there. See, I've studied this. And people with names like mine... stuff happens to us. Strange accidents that give us powers. Powers that just happen to be related to our names. Have you looked at the names of the people locked up in all those high security cells made just for them?
It's my destiny, I tell you. I'm going to work here as a janitor. Just another lowly guy in the background. And then some freaky thing is going to happen and I'll get radiation powers. And, man... radiation? That's like Superman's weak spot, isn't it? I'm going to be so huge. I'll be... no, not Nuclear Man. How lame can you be? I'll be... Dr. Nuclear!
But you? C'mon. With a name like yours, you'll never get anywhere. Maybe someday you'll be in some weird chemical spill or something, and what'll happen? Nothing! Maybe you'll turn into Reindeer Man and Green Arrow will go chasing you around. Haha, I can just see it. Red nose, antlers, popping up at Christmas time to scare the kids, only to be stopped by some goofy boxing glove arrow. Oh, man...
----
Meanwhile:
I think our choice is clear. There's no way we can hire a guy named Nick Lear. Too much of a security risk.
Yes, yes, I know. We're men of science. But we, of all people, should know by now that there are forces in this universe that we've only barely begun to understand. This isn't just superstition. It's an observable trend. Having a guy with a name like that around here is just asking for trouble.
But this other guy... it's not just his name. Look at him. Could he be more ordinary? Humdrum, even? It's clear he's got no ambition. He'll never pose a threat to anyone.
Very well, then. We're decided. Rudolph "Rudy" Jones it is. Moving on to bigger matters...
Listen, pal, I'm going to tell you right now... I'm getting this job. It's my destiny. I know, it's just a janitorial position. Not something you'd usually hear about as some glorious destiny. But it's a small step on a larger path.
See, my name is Nicholas Lear. Doesn't sound like a janitor's name, does it? But that's not the point. When you shorten it, it's Nick Lear. Nick Lear, get it? Like nuclear.
Okay, yeah. It's a bit of a stretch. But not that much of one. Not compared to some of the others out there. See, I've studied this. And people with names like mine... stuff happens to us. Strange accidents that give us powers. Powers that just happen to be related to our names. Have you looked at the names of the people locked up in all those high security cells made just for them?
It's my destiny, I tell you. I'm going to work here as a janitor. Just another lowly guy in the background. And then some freaky thing is going to happen and I'll get radiation powers. And, man... radiation? That's like Superman's weak spot, isn't it? I'm going to be so huge. I'll be... no, not Nuclear Man. How lame can you be? I'll be... Dr. Nuclear!
But you? C'mon. With a name like yours, you'll never get anywhere. Maybe someday you'll be in some weird chemical spill or something, and what'll happen? Nothing! Maybe you'll turn into Reindeer Man and Green Arrow will go chasing you around. Haha, I can just see it. Red nose, antlers, popping up at Christmas time to scare the kids, only to be stopped by some goofy boxing glove arrow. Oh, man...
----
Meanwhile:
I think our choice is clear. There's no way we can hire a guy named Nick Lear. Too much of a security risk.
Yes, yes, I know. We're men of science. But we, of all people, should know by now that there are forces in this universe that we've only barely begun to understand. This isn't just superstition. It's an observable trend. Having a guy with a name like that around here is just asking for trouble.
But this other guy... it's not just his name. Look at him. Could he be more ordinary? Humdrum, even? It's clear he's got no ambition. He'll never pose a threat to anyone.
Very well, then. We're decided. Rudolph "Rudy" Jones it is. Moving on to bigger matters...
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject