Chapter 45
Evil Ace still Lurking About
"I don't know which would be worse to be trapped with for the rest of eternity." Rimmer was addressing Holly on the monitor in his new quarters.
Officer's quarter. And why not, he deserved them. "Either of my alternative
selves. It'd be like moving back home again." Rimmer shuttered at the thought.
"Except with my brother John in drag of course."
"Arnold, I hate to interrupt you but this is not a therapy counter. If there
is nothing specific you want, I was planning on monitoring the local action to see if the away team needs any back up." Said Holly.
"Back up, what kind of back up could you possibly provide?"
"Well if I had to I could foul up local transmissions."
"You mean like military communications and that sort?"
"No I was talking about the local TV broadcasts."
"How on Io is that going to provide back up?" Rimmer questioned.
"Well if everyone's telly all go at once the populace won't know what to do.
Most of them are so transfixed by the TV, that when it's denied, civil unrest
will soon follow."
"Are you serious?"
"Naw. They'll probably just go out and rent a video."
"Intriguing theory." A voice said that sounded vaguely familiar to Rimmer.
Rimmer froze. Out of a mouth he had no control over he asked:
"Who's there?" Knowing all to well who the voice must belong to.
"I wondered how long it would take? Completely deprive a media based culture for say seventy two hours and all hell would break loose." The voice said, talking to itself musing the idea over.
From the outside corridor the voice's owner walked through the forever open doors of the white officers quarters Rimmer now occupied.
It was the Ace of Black hearts Rimmer, and in his gauntlet he held
a small remote control unit to the Hologramatic simulation suite and pressed a button. Two things happened. Holly's screen went blank, and Rimmer crashed to the floor.