According to my watch, I was gonna be in this world for a few more days, so I kight as well take in the sights. I took the BART train across the bay to San Francisco and stayed in a motel near the ghetto where the San Francisco Negro population lived. Of course, the locals did not refer to them as Negroes. I noticed that residents of the ghetto were reuqired to show papers to a guard before leaving the place. It was like a prison or something.
I did not have enough money to remain here until my slide. I would either have to find some odd jogb, or else live like a bum. I stayed with my brother's duplicate last time, and before that I took a temp job at the Dominion Hotel.
I had a three-piece meal from Kentucky Fried Chicken for dinner, and I washed it down with a Coke. After watching a couple of cable shows from the TV, I went to sleep.
The next morning, I got the free Kellogg's Fruit Loops and Sunkist orange juice the motel serves to its guests. I decided to leave the motel.
If there was one thing I learned about sliding, it is that loitering is acceptable in public libraries. It was then, while walking along the sidewalk near the ghetto, that I saw a flier pinned to a wooden telephone pole.
It advertised something called the Good Old Boys' Roundup, taking place in the Dominion Hotel today.
I decided to check this event out. they might have free food, and maybe I'll meet someone offering a job.
I hopped a ride on a cable car. After a few minutes, I was on Van Ness Avenue. In the distance, I can see the buolding that houses the Dominion.
I approached it. The Dominion looks the same as it does in other dimensions. I did notice a sign reading, "NO NIGGERS ALLOWED." There were also fliers advertising the Good Old Boys' Roundup.
I walked into the lobby. There was a table in the lobby, where guests apparently registered. I went to a hall where the banquet rooms are. I remember one time when I went here because Quinn and Remmy wanted to see Wade Wells, whose wedding reception was in one of these rooms. Anyway, there were various civic organizations here. I took a program for the events. It seesm that the BATF hosts this thing. There are speeches given by radio personalities, politicians, and appointed officials. I noticed some teens from the California Hitler Youth selling cookies. There were books being sold, claiming that the Jews were still out there, conspiring against America and the Aryan people.
"Mallory," someone said.
I turned, and I saw a big man wearing a suit. I recognized him as Alexander Hunt, whose duplicate I met in the previous Earth.
"Mr. Hunt," I said. I noticed that Hunt was with two other men, both wearing black suits.
"Mallory, I thought you'd dress up for this event," said Hunt. "Did you bring your nigger-hunting license?"
"Uh, no. I forgot it."
"Mallory, I'd introduce you to Director Jim Moore. Mr. Moore, this is Agent Colin Mallory, one of my best field agents."
"Pleasure to meet you," said Director Moore.
"You too, sir," I said, shaking his hand.
"It was Mallory here who busted the race traitor Hurley and his people," said Hunt. "He is loyal to his country and his race. When he was seventeen, he turned in his parents."
"I did?" I asked.
"Of course, Colin. They were confined to the Presidio where they met the fate that race traitors deserve."
"I wish I had agents as devoted as Agent Mallory," said the other man with Moore and Hunt.
"This is Eugene Rightmeyer, from the Oklahoma City office," said Hunt.
I shook Rightmeyer's hand.
"Hello, Director," said another man.
"You in the BATF?" I asked.
"No, Mallory," said Director Moore. "This is Senator Jim Kennemur."
"Hello there," Kennemur said to me.
"Hi, Senator," I said.
"Mallory here just busted an anti-Aryan terrorist cell here in San Francisco," said Hunt.
"I heard there were niggers in that cell," said Kennemur.
"Yes. I wonder if Maggie Beckett was laying with them."
"Beckett?"
"She was Hurley's aide," said Hunt. "Now they will soon go to the Presidio."
"I think I'll check out some of the other stuff," I said.
I went to check some of the other tables. It was then I saw someone familiar.
Wade Wells was sitting behind a table, marked for the League of Aryan Women. Two other women were with Wade. Onmme was a blonde with her hair tied in a ponytail, the other had long brown hair and looked that the lady from those Noxzema commercials. From their nametags I could tell that theri names are Stephanie and Natalie.
"I'm Colin Mallory from the BATF," I said.
"Are you interested in our organization?" Wade asked.
"Well, what do you do?"
"We teach women to excel," said Wade. "We women are just as important as men. In addition, we also raise Aryan children and instill them with Aryan values."
I decided to take a brochure, and then attend one of the events.
The event was a speech by a radio show host named David Dahlman. He was also the author of a comic strip called Rack Jite. He made this speech about how Jews have been at war with the Aryan race and how we had to keep up our guard against them.
"Mallory," I heard Hunt's voice say.
"Yes, sir?" I asked. I noticed two big BATF agents were flanking him.
"I want to know who you are, and how you impersonated my best agent."
"Impersonate?" I asked. "Me?"
"that's right," I heard someone say. I looked, and I saw a reflection of myself.
I saw the local Colin Mallory.
"He's the imposter!" I shouted. "He stole my license."
"There was a delay on the Bayshore Freeway," said local Colin. "Then I found someone impersonating me."
"I'm the real Colin Mallory!" I shrieked. "He's the impostor."
"Okay, then," said Hunt. "What date did you turn your parents in?"
"Uh..," I stuttered. then I saw my duplicate whisper into Hunt's ear.
"Arrest him," said Hunt. The two agents siuddenyl held me.
Colin then approached me, and hit me in the stomach.
I was immediately booked, had my picture and finerprint taken, and then was put in a federal jail, where people accused of federal crimes are held until bail is posted or trial begins. I sat in my cell for hours, with a U.S. marshal guarding the door. There were bright loights in my holding cell, and loud music played.
Then my duplicate came in. I took a closer look at his eyes. I could see there was no compassion in him, none at all.
"Let's take him to interrogation," he said.
I was taken to this dark room, lit by a single ceiling lamp. I was tied to this rack, and electrodes were placed on my tewmples. My duplicate apparently was the one leading this interrogation.
"Tell me your name," he said.
"My name is Colin Mallory," I said.
And then I felt a sharp, electrical shock to my forehead.
"Tell me the truth," he said.
"My name is Colin Mallory."
Then came another electric shock. I could see a grin on his face; I could tell he enjoyed administering the electric shocks as much as he enjoyed asking the questions.
"I will increase the voltage until you tell the truth," said Mallory. "I happen to know that your fingerprints are identical to mine. How could this be?"
I knew that at the slightest provocation would result in another electric shock. I did not know whether or not the next shock would be fatal. "Okay, Colin. Listen. Please, just listen. I was born in San Francisco. My parents died when I was young, and I eventually settled in El Segundo. A year ago, I finally met my brother Quinn. He told he he comes from another dimension. He had built a machine which can open a portal to another dimension."
Colin did not shock me. "So why do you have my name? My fingerprints?"
"These dimensions are not completely separate. They influence one another. That is why the two of us are, well, alike."
Then I felt another electric shock.
"Other dimensions," said my duplicate. "That's just Jewish science. Let me show you what Aryan science can do."
Then he delivered another electric shock. I could tell the voltage is increasing.
"I spoke with your brother, Quinn. Yout turned in your parents. Why did you turn in your parents?"
Colin looked at me, with his eyes, eyes devoid of compassion or mercy. "My parents were traitors to the United States and to the Aryan race."
"And how did they betray their race?" I asked.
"They questioned racial policy. Loyalty to the Aryan race means standing behind the leaders of our race. Sedition is punishable by death. there is no room on Earth for race traitors!"
"And who told you the Aryan race is superior? Who told you to hate Jews?"
"My parents, my teachers, my country's leaders told me. I've had enough of this."
Tghen he turned up the juice. The whole universe shook before I blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was being dragged back to my cell by U.S. marshals. The local Colin Mallory was not done with me. He started beating me with a rubber truncheon. I felt every brutal blow
"That's enough, Mallory," I heard someone say. I looked and say Agent Alexander Hunt.
Then Colin looked at me. I could see the hate in his eyes, hate like I have never seen before.
At no time did he resemble me less.
The next day was the day of my trial. I was brought before the court of Judge Joseph Wapner. The court looked basically the same as any other court. My hands and feet were cuffed, and I was escorted by two U.S. marshals.
"Court is now in session," said the bailiff, Douglas Llewelyn. "The Honorable Joseph Wapner presiding."
"Mr. Colin Mallory," said the judge. "How do you plead?"
"I plead not guilty, your Honor," I said.
"Trial will start immediately."
"Your Honor," I said. "I'm not ready. I do';t have my counsel."
"You are on trial for crimes against the Aryan race. Counsel is forbidden."
"That's not fair!" I protested.
"One more outburst and I'll hold you in contempt!"
I sat down silently. I looked across and saw the prosecutor, a Ross J. Kelly.
"Defendant Mallory," said Wapner, "did you commit crimes against the Aryan race?"
"No, your Honor," I replied.
"Are you a clone created by the Jews?"
"I am not a clone, sir."
"Did you infiltrate the Good Old Boys' Roundupaty the Dominion Hotel yesterday?"
"No, your Honor."
"But you were there."
"It was a public event."
"You used the identity of a BATF agent."
"He and I have the same name, your Honor."
"Are you mocking this court, Defendant Mallory?"
"No."
"Why were you at the Dominion Hotel?"
"I saw a flier for the Good Old Boys' Roundup. I checked it out. Some of the BATF agents mistook me for the other Colin Mallory."
"Mr. Mallory, where do you live?"
"I've been a transient for over a year, since I left El Segundo."
"there will be no futher questions for the defendant at this time. Prosecutor, you may call your first witness."
"the prosecution calls Miss Natalie Nassau," said Ross J. Kelly.
Then I saw Noxzema girl take the stand.
"I was with the League of Aryan Women for five years," said Nassau. "this was my third good Old Boys' Roundup. I went to the ones in New York and Oklahoma City."
"Did you see Defendant Mallory?" asked Kelly.
"Yes, he was in street clothes. He asked me and Wade and Stephanie about oiur organization."
"And when did you see the real Colin Mallory?"
"Objection," I blurted.
"Sit down," said Judge Wapner.
"I saw him a couple minutes later. He was in a suit. I thought he was a twin brother or something."
"No further questions, your Honor."
I got up so I could apporach Miss Nassau. One of the marshals foribley restrained me.
"your Honor," I said, "I need to cross-examine the witness."
"You are on trial for crimea against the Aryan race," said Wapner. "you have no rights."
"I spoke with the defendant here," said Alexander Hunt. "I believed he was the agent I served with for years. It wasn't until a few minutes later that Agent Mallory showed up. He sasid he was tied in traffic."
"How did you know which one was which, if they looked alike?" asked Kelly.
"Agent Mallory told me the date he turned in his parents to ther BATF."
"I saw them both," said Director Jim Moore.
"the defendant cursed the Aryan race, saying that he hopes the Jews enslave us," said Eugene Rightmeyer.
And then, my duplicate testified. He took the oath.
"I served in the BATF for six years," said local Colin. "I was trained in criminal investigation and interrogation methods."
"And how did you meet the defendant?" asked Kelly.
"I was going to the Good Old Boys' Roundup. My supervisor, Deputy Director Hunt, told me that Director Moore was going to commend me for my hard work leading to the capture of Michael Hurley and Maggie Beckett. There was traffic on the freeway, so I got there later than expected. When I arrived, Mr. Hunt was surprised. he told me he saw someone who looked like me, and who pretended to be me. We found him attending a speech by David Dahlman, and we arrested him. We found out that his fingerprints and DNA match my own.
I interrogated him using electroshock, which produces the truth. At first, he claimed he was from another dimension similar to our own. But then, the truth came out. He was a clone created by a shadow organization controlled by Jews. The Jews plant to replace our country's leadership with clones, and thus rule the world."
Everyone in the courtroom gasped at the implication.
"No further questions," said Kelly. My duplicate stepped down.
"Colin Mallory, I find your guilty of crimes against the Aryan race," said Judge Wapner. "The sentence is death. You will be transferred to the Presidio concentration camp, awaiting execution."
Then he banged the gavel.
I did not have enough money to remain here until my slide. I would either have to find some odd jogb, or else live like a bum. I stayed with my brother's duplicate last time, and before that I took a temp job at the Dominion Hotel.
I had a three-piece meal from Kentucky Fried Chicken for dinner, and I washed it down with a Coke. After watching a couple of cable shows from the TV, I went to sleep.
The next morning, I got the free Kellogg's Fruit Loops and Sunkist orange juice the motel serves to its guests. I decided to leave the motel.
If there was one thing I learned about sliding, it is that loitering is acceptable in public libraries. It was then, while walking along the sidewalk near the ghetto, that I saw a flier pinned to a wooden telephone pole.
It advertised something called the Good Old Boys' Roundup, taking place in the Dominion Hotel today.
I decided to check this event out. they might have free food, and maybe I'll meet someone offering a job.
I hopped a ride on a cable car. After a few minutes, I was on Van Ness Avenue. In the distance, I can see the buolding that houses the Dominion.
I approached it. The Dominion looks the same as it does in other dimensions. I did notice a sign reading, "NO NIGGERS ALLOWED." There were also fliers advertising the Good Old Boys' Roundup.
I walked into the lobby. There was a table in the lobby, where guests apparently registered. I went to a hall where the banquet rooms are. I remember one time when I went here because Quinn and Remmy wanted to see Wade Wells, whose wedding reception was in one of these rooms. Anyway, there were various civic organizations here. I took a program for the events. It seesm that the BATF hosts this thing. There are speeches given by radio personalities, politicians, and appointed officials. I noticed some teens from the California Hitler Youth selling cookies. There were books being sold, claiming that the Jews were still out there, conspiring against America and the Aryan people.
"Mallory," someone said.
I turned, and I saw a big man wearing a suit. I recognized him as Alexander Hunt, whose duplicate I met in the previous Earth.
"Mr. Hunt," I said. I noticed that Hunt was with two other men, both wearing black suits.
"Mallory, I thought you'd dress up for this event," said Hunt. "Did you bring your nigger-hunting license?"
"Uh, no. I forgot it."
"Mallory, I'd introduce you to Director Jim Moore. Mr. Moore, this is Agent Colin Mallory, one of my best field agents."
"Pleasure to meet you," said Director Moore.
"You too, sir," I said, shaking his hand.
"It was Mallory here who busted the race traitor Hurley and his people," said Hunt. "He is loyal to his country and his race. When he was seventeen, he turned in his parents."
"I did?" I asked.
"Of course, Colin. They were confined to the Presidio where they met the fate that race traitors deserve."
"I wish I had agents as devoted as Agent Mallory," said the other man with Moore and Hunt.
"This is Eugene Rightmeyer, from the Oklahoma City office," said Hunt.
I shook Rightmeyer's hand.
"Hello, Director," said another man.
"You in the BATF?" I asked.
"No, Mallory," said Director Moore. "This is Senator Jim Kennemur."
"Hello there," Kennemur said to me.
"Hi, Senator," I said.
"Mallory here just busted an anti-Aryan terrorist cell here in San Francisco," said Hunt.
"I heard there were niggers in that cell," said Kennemur.
"Yes. I wonder if Maggie Beckett was laying with them."
"Beckett?"
"She was Hurley's aide," said Hunt. "Now they will soon go to the Presidio."
"I think I'll check out some of the other stuff," I said.
I went to check some of the other tables. It was then I saw someone familiar.
Wade Wells was sitting behind a table, marked for the League of Aryan Women. Two other women were with Wade. Onmme was a blonde with her hair tied in a ponytail, the other had long brown hair and looked that the lady from those Noxzema commercials. From their nametags I could tell that theri names are Stephanie and Natalie.
"I'm Colin Mallory from the BATF," I said.
"Are you interested in our organization?" Wade asked.
"Well, what do you do?"
"We teach women to excel," said Wade. "We women are just as important as men. In addition, we also raise Aryan children and instill them with Aryan values."
I decided to take a brochure, and then attend one of the events.
The event was a speech by a radio show host named David Dahlman. He was also the author of a comic strip called Rack Jite. He made this speech about how Jews have been at war with the Aryan race and how we had to keep up our guard against them.
"Mallory," I heard Hunt's voice say.
"Yes, sir?" I asked. I noticed two big BATF agents were flanking him.
"I want to know who you are, and how you impersonated my best agent."
"Impersonate?" I asked. "Me?"
"that's right," I heard someone say. I looked, and I saw a reflection of myself.
I saw the local Colin Mallory.
"He's the imposter!" I shouted. "He stole my license."
"There was a delay on the Bayshore Freeway," said local Colin. "Then I found someone impersonating me."
"I'm the real Colin Mallory!" I shrieked. "He's the impostor."
"Okay, then," said Hunt. "What date did you turn your parents in?"
"Uh..," I stuttered. then I saw my duplicate whisper into Hunt's ear.
"Arrest him," said Hunt. The two agents siuddenyl held me.
Colin then approached me, and hit me in the stomach.
I was immediately booked, had my picture and finerprint taken, and then was put in a federal jail, where people accused of federal crimes are held until bail is posted or trial begins. I sat in my cell for hours, with a U.S. marshal guarding the door. There were bright loights in my holding cell, and loud music played.
Then my duplicate came in. I took a closer look at his eyes. I could see there was no compassion in him, none at all.
"Let's take him to interrogation," he said.
I was taken to this dark room, lit by a single ceiling lamp. I was tied to this rack, and electrodes were placed on my tewmples. My duplicate apparently was the one leading this interrogation.
"Tell me your name," he said.
"My name is Colin Mallory," I said.
And then I felt a sharp, electrical shock to my forehead.
"Tell me the truth," he said.
"My name is Colin Mallory."
Then came another electric shock. I could see a grin on his face; I could tell he enjoyed administering the electric shocks as much as he enjoyed asking the questions.
"I will increase the voltage until you tell the truth," said Mallory. "I happen to know that your fingerprints are identical to mine. How could this be?"
I knew that at the slightest provocation would result in another electric shock. I did not know whether or not the next shock would be fatal. "Okay, Colin. Listen. Please, just listen. I was born in San Francisco. My parents died when I was young, and I eventually settled in El Segundo. A year ago, I finally met my brother Quinn. He told he he comes from another dimension. He had built a machine which can open a portal to another dimension."
Colin did not shock me. "So why do you have my name? My fingerprints?"
"These dimensions are not completely separate. They influence one another. That is why the two of us are, well, alike."
Then I felt another electric shock.
"Other dimensions," said my duplicate. "That's just Jewish science. Let me show you what Aryan science can do."
Then he delivered another electric shock. I could tell the voltage is increasing.
"I spoke with your brother, Quinn. Yout turned in your parents. Why did you turn in your parents?"
Colin looked at me, with his eyes, eyes devoid of compassion or mercy. "My parents were traitors to the United States and to the Aryan race."
"And how did they betray their race?" I asked.
"They questioned racial policy. Loyalty to the Aryan race means standing behind the leaders of our race. Sedition is punishable by death. there is no room on Earth for race traitors!"
"And who told you the Aryan race is superior? Who told you to hate Jews?"
"My parents, my teachers, my country's leaders told me. I've had enough of this."
Tghen he turned up the juice. The whole universe shook before I blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was being dragged back to my cell by U.S. marshals. The local Colin Mallory was not done with me. He started beating me with a rubber truncheon. I felt every brutal blow
"That's enough, Mallory," I heard someone say. I looked and say Agent Alexander Hunt.
Then Colin looked at me. I could see the hate in his eyes, hate like I have never seen before.
At no time did he resemble me less.
The next day was the day of my trial. I was brought before the court of Judge Joseph Wapner. The court looked basically the same as any other court. My hands and feet were cuffed, and I was escorted by two U.S. marshals.
"Court is now in session," said the bailiff, Douglas Llewelyn. "The Honorable Joseph Wapner presiding."
"Mr. Colin Mallory," said the judge. "How do you plead?"
"I plead not guilty, your Honor," I said.
"Trial will start immediately."
"Your Honor," I said. "I'm not ready. I do';t have my counsel."
"You are on trial for crimes against the Aryan race. Counsel is forbidden."
"That's not fair!" I protested.
"One more outburst and I'll hold you in contempt!"
I sat down silently. I looked across and saw the prosecutor, a Ross J. Kelly.
"Defendant Mallory," said Wapner, "did you commit crimes against the Aryan race?"
"No, your Honor," I replied.
"Are you a clone created by the Jews?"
"I am not a clone, sir."
"Did you infiltrate the Good Old Boys' Roundupaty the Dominion Hotel yesterday?"
"No, your Honor."
"But you were there."
"It was a public event."
"You used the identity of a BATF agent."
"He and I have the same name, your Honor."
"Are you mocking this court, Defendant Mallory?"
"No."
"Why were you at the Dominion Hotel?"
"I saw a flier for the Good Old Boys' Roundup. I checked it out. Some of the BATF agents mistook me for the other Colin Mallory."
"Mr. Mallory, where do you live?"
"I've been a transient for over a year, since I left El Segundo."
"there will be no futher questions for the defendant at this time. Prosecutor, you may call your first witness."
"the prosecution calls Miss Natalie Nassau," said Ross J. Kelly.
Then I saw Noxzema girl take the stand.
"I was with the League of Aryan Women for five years," said Nassau. "this was my third good Old Boys' Roundup. I went to the ones in New York and Oklahoma City."
"Did you see Defendant Mallory?" asked Kelly.
"Yes, he was in street clothes. He asked me and Wade and Stephanie about oiur organization."
"And when did you see the real Colin Mallory?"
"Objection," I blurted.
"Sit down," said Judge Wapner.
"I saw him a couple minutes later. He was in a suit. I thought he was a twin brother or something."
"No further questions, your Honor."
I got up so I could apporach Miss Nassau. One of the marshals foribley restrained me.
"your Honor," I said, "I need to cross-examine the witness."
"You are on trial for crimea against the Aryan race," said Wapner. "you have no rights."
"I spoke with the defendant here," said Alexander Hunt. "I believed he was the agent I served with for years. It wasn't until a few minutes later that Agent Mallory showed up. He sasid he was tied in traffic."
"How did you know which one was which, if they looked alike?" asked Kelly.
"Agent Mallory told me the date he turned in his parents to ther BATF."
"I saw them both," said Director Jim Moore.
"the defendant cursed the Aryan race, saying that he hopes the Jews enslave us," said Eugene Rightmeyer.
And then, my duplicate testified. He took the oath.
"I served in the BATF for six years," said local Colin. "I was trained in criminal investigation and interrogation methods."
"And how did you meet the defendant?" asked Kelly.
"I was going to the Good Old Boys' Roundup. My supervisor, Deputy Director Hunt, told me that Director Moore was going to commend me for my hard work leading to the capture of Michael Hurley and Maggie Beckett. There was traffic on the freeway, so I got there later than expected. When I arrived, Mr. Hunt was surprised. he told me he saw someone who looked like me, and who pretended to be me. We found him attending a speech by David Dahlman, and we arrested him. We found out that his fingerprints and DNA match my own.
I interrogated him using electroshock, which produces the truth. At first, he claimed he was from another dimension similar to our own. But then, the truth came out. He was a clone created by a shadow organization controlled by Jews. The Jews plant to replace our country's leadership with clones, and thus rule the world."
Everyone in the courtroom gasped at the implication.
"No further questions," said Kelly. My duplicate stepped down.
"Colin Mallory, I find your guilty of crimes against the Aryan race," said Judge Wapner. "The sentence is death. You will be transferred to the Presidio concentration camp, awaiting execution."
Then he banged the gavel.
