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\u201cThe world as we see it is passing…\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Ines 12:45 p.m., Tuesday
\nInes sits on her desk, lavishly sexy, trying to seduce me into writing this article. There is really no point to this\u2014 I\u2019m grateful enough to have made it past the reception at Quasar<\/em>, I need the work badly.
\nInes and I had been classmates through college, when the real world happened, she catapulted into magazine superstardom: a new improved Cosmo Girl. I on the other hand, had focused  my career on writing esoteric stories that no one cared for or understood\u2014 until now. It would seem from Ines\u2019s velvet claws I\u2019m the new toast of the town.
\n\u201cI am so in love with the Details<\/em> piece, it has such tone and mystery\u2014\u201d
\nHmm. Russell, my editor at Details<\/em> hadn\u2019t even responded to me about the first draft. A mix up perhaps? Had she mistaken another article for mine, O happy fault!
\n\u201cIt\u2019s fantastic Otto, you\u2019ve been riding ahead of the trend all along\u2014 nobody else has done anything on the \u2018Company Girl\u2019 phenomena, you\u2019re the first one to shape it into definitive zeitgeist mode\u2014\u201d
\nHow did she get her hands on it? Who is she sleeping with? I am concerned: are they doing the piece without my permission? Granted it was an unsolicited article\u2014 but they couldn\u2019t be so foolhardy as to do something so crass. Besides, such a response would be premature, I had only submitted it last week.
\nMy discomfort is lost on Ines:
\n\u201cFor the first time the \u2018Company Girl\u2019 in dazzling  flesh\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you want to jump on the bandwagon?\u201d
\n\u201cHave you heard of Memorexe?\u201d
\n\u201cAs in \u201cIs it live or is it memorex?\u201d\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s a legend amongst Company Girls. The Original One\u201d
\n\u201cNever heard of her.\u201d
\nYet some unseen movement throttles my brain\u2014
\n\u201cWell I have my sources, but see what you can come up with. I think we\u2019re on to something Otto. Huge. Memorexe is wanted by the FBI and the Security Forces,\u201d
\n\u201cA fugitive? And I\u2019m to track her down?\u201d
\n\u201cYou know the \u2018Company Girl\u2019. You understand her psychology, the invisible cogs. You have an instinct…\u201d
\n\u201cMemorex? Sounds like something for  your marketing department.\u201d
\n\u201cHaha, you\u2019re so amusing Otto. I want this on the cover.  I want this on the year\u2019s best list. You\u2019ll even get an expense account. Smile Otto, it\u2019s exciting\u2014\u201d
\nHow promising. She\u2019s on the phone, on to other things, chatting fervently, dark lipstick, nails, legs\u2014 hype: our Ines, a force of nature unto herself.<\/p>\n

Who am I looking for?<\/p>\n

Subway. 12:58 p.m. Tuesday<\/strong>
\nIt would be useful to talk to Carter right away, and then perhaps Oberon. A funny thing happens on the way to the subway: I light my cigarette, only to discover it already lit. I am struck, recalling immediately the morning, leaving my apartment, about to blow out the seven-day candles and I realize they are already out.
\nAm I getting ahead of myself?<\/p>\n

On the subway platform,  things are amiss. At the newsstand is the new Details<\/em> magazine among the featured articles on the cover is one called \u201cSobriety Girls\u201d. But even more astounding is the cover photo itself: on closer inspection it is Branca Meireles-Vermelho in lurid Rita Hayworth \/ Ava Gardner redux\u2014
\nOn the Cover:<\/p>\n

Branca Meireles-Vermelho:<\/strong>
\n The Babe Who Rocked The Cradle Of a Financial Empire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bizarre. Who was she sleeping with? Uncertainty makes me tremble. Flicking through the pages carefully, I am weighted by an anxiety I had only glimpsed at the sight of my lit cigarette and blown out candles. On the contributors page is a picture of me. It is vaguely familiar in the sense that I recognize myself, but I can\u2019t recall taking it, let alone submitting it. Midsection, the magazine opens up to the article.<\/p>\n

Sobriety Girls<\/strong>
\n The buzz about Company Girls is definitive, everyone\u2019s talking about them, yet no one for sure knows who they are. Or what they mean. Vague assumptions are housed about this peculiar phenomena and the Myth expands, exciting paranoia and exultation. Who is the Company Girl, what does she want? And what\u2019s with the O.G\u2019s\u2014 Organized Girldom?<\/strong><\/em>
\n Is this a new era of the feminine mystique?<\/strong><\/em>
\n I paid a visit to PYTHON, one of the better known Girl Paks and met with the forces behind this consortium; Branca Meireles-Vermelho, the 38 year-old former Miss Brazil and one time fashion model\u2019s penchant for marrying millionaires (three in a row to date) shortly before their demise has earned her notoriety as \u201cThe Off-The-Rack Widow\u201d. Ms. Meireles-Vermelho\u2019s adventures in matrimony have landed her in the neighborhood of triple digit millions, making her one of the wealthiest women in the world. Her recent liquidation of deceased husband, Morton Stanley\u2019s assets, have created a crisis which Wall St. is still recovering from. Meireles-Vermelho is the financial mainstay of PYTHON; Christina Archer, 37, a former curator of both the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Los Angeles Guggenheim, whose outward steel and reserve have earned her the moniker \u201cFrosty the Diva\u201d on both coasts; Belgian born Thea von Haarbouven, 34, van Haarbouven has been something of an art-world fixture for the past decade in her role as (former) director or the prestigious Bell Gallery Cinema in New York.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Entering PYTHON\u2019s discreet and plush offices on lower 5th Avenue, the outer world shuts out and the atmosphere charge with a descent into Delphi. Dark clad young women bustle silently within its walls, as if in sync with floor chimes of the elevator. I am totally disarmed when ushered into a lounge where the meeting with PYTHON\u2019s Triumvirate will occur. Branca Meireles-Vermelho, marcel- wave coiffed in a low-cut red velvet dress and afternoon diamonds is an apparition of head-on old-style Hollywood Glamour. A luxuriant chocolate labrador named Chocolat sits in attendance, for a dog she is very feline, panther-like. Christina Archer is reminiscent of a young Diahann Carroll, if Carroll had been inserted into a Tippi Hedren role in a Hitchcock movie. Except that never happened, yet, Archer is its achievement. This is only a facade\u2014 or a facet, Archer when animated possesses a verve never captured on the silver screen. And there is Thea von Haarbouven: warm, wise, cat-like and witty. She possesses a brave-boned beauty and exerts boho chic.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Coffee, tea and communal petit fours are served by a dark noiseless young woman. The afternoon unfolds, the conversation flows and halts. And at times the ice is never completely broken and then I find myself amongst …goddesses.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Nevertheless one must storm Olympus with impunity.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The crucial question: What is a Company Girl? The general perception is that you are hired assassins, at best Zen mercenaries\u2014 how do you define yourselves?<\/em><\/p>\n

Christina Archer:<\/strong> I like to think of a Company Girl as the Justice card in the pack. She\u2019s the one who balances and aligns all the factors in a situation. For me a Company Girl is one who walks into a room or a situation and intuitively corrects or balances it out. For most it started with overpaid Corporate executives, the system needed a housecleaning, and we were the arbiters. Except we hadn\u2019t any idea of our own potential.<\/p>\n

A lot of this correction and balancing act involves certain human decimation, how do you feel about that?<\/em><\/p>\n

Thea Von Haarbouven<\/strong>: It\u2019s about Karma. I agree with Christina, we do function as the justice factor, in the sense that the events we catalyze are exact and to the letter. There is no excess, and if it appears gory, then it was what was deserved.<\/p>\n

How does one become a Company Girl?<\/em><\/p>\n

Branca Meireles-Vermelho<\/strong>: Few are called, fewer chosen.<\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: It is a calling. You can\u2019t will it.<\/p>\n

I suppose it\u2019s still one of life\u2019s little mysteries\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>:I believe there is something of a genetic thing a process of natural selection\u2014<\/p>\n

For example good-looking women, only?<\/em><\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: This where we differ, I think that we are products of our environment, an evolutionary leap in the social organism\u2014<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: There is something of a chessboard strategy that nature or nurture, if you will, plays with. I think you realize yourself as a Company Girl when the mantle falls upon you at the right place at a certain time. And sometimes it falls because you are sensitive to your surroundings.<\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: But we weren\u2019t always so aware.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s talk about this in relation to your individual experiences, Branca you\u2019ve had an extraordinary run of marrying the right person at the right time\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: It\u2019s true that I\u2019m not considered the average or typical Company Girl. I was not an office drudge and most people would consider me a mere femme fatale\u2014<\/p>\n

But you are no ordinary temptress,<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: I will tell you. I was born into a family of seven girls, somewhere in the middle. We were not rich and I was not beautiful. I attended a boarding school where this counted. I discovered that money was a kind of beauty; all the rich girls were beautiful. Charm was a kind of beauty, if you were clever, you could be beautiful. If you were beautiful you could be rich. So even as a young girl, beauty became the passion of my life. It is a spiritual quest. This is when I think I first became a Company Girl\u2014<\/p>\n

It hardly sounds altruistic\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: Any spiritual goal is altruistic. I had self-knowledge very early. I believe this is how a Company Girl becomes\u2026<\/p>\n

And what part did genetics play in this?<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: Natural selection is what you choose for yourself. What you choose comes from an evolutionary process. It is ancestral demand.<\/p>\n

How do you relate this to your present position? Did self-knowledge cause you to marry millionaires who died in freak accidents or natural causes that couldn\u2019t be traced to you?<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: If you understand what you deserve in life you won\u2019t accept anything less. This is self-knowledge. If you know yourself, other people will comply\u2014<\/p>\n

Or die?<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: (sighs) I never orchestrated or even wished for any of these deaths. But there is a logic. Each of the men I married had fortunes that could be traced back to slave trade and plantations. I am the descendant of slaves and Indians. This wealth is my own natural inheritance. My right.<\/p>\n

Christina you\u2019ve had quite a different cache of experience<\/em><\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>:  My awakening was rude one. It was a public event\u2014British Museum Fiasco\u2014 as they refer to it\u2014<\/p>\n

Indeed let\u2019s talk about the British Museum Fiasco\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: The King Tut. Tutankhamun exhibit, mummies, paraphernalia, treasures of the pyramids et al \u2014 where scheduled to be on tour here in the States, it was on loan to the Met (where I was head of visiting collections) from the British Museum…
\nThe entire collection was under my supervision.  And I especially had a specified interest in it being African American\u2014 Ancient Egypt being so much a part of how we see ourselves\u2014<\/p>\n

What went awry?<\/em><\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: It\u2019s funny story, (laughs) revealing. It made me examine my own allegiances. Even as an African American woman, I rarely thought about things in terms of my race\u2014 especially in a professional context\u2014 but my deep-rooted feeling about the Egyptian treasures was that this was sacrilege\u2014 to plunder someone\u2019s tomb. And there were all these other deep-rooted resentments about colonialism, a whole discourse on race that we won\u2019t get into here. It was also a crossroads in my life when I was facing emotional trauma, a failed love affair\u2014 I only mention it because it did involve race or ethnicity\u2014 I was passed over for the waspy blonde and the whole package that went with that. Cutting a long convoluted tale short, the second night of the exhibit arriving in New York\u2014 not one, not three or even a couple of prize artifacts where stolen, but the whole exhibit!!<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: This where I came in. My husband at the time (Gordon Rawley Esq.) was on the board of trustees (of the museum). There was an emergency meeting to stall the press\u2014 which I insisted on attending. Thankfully Gordon always trusted my instincts when it came to money or property values. The moment I saw Christina, I knew she was the culprit.<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: I was outraged! After the meeting Branca was waiting for me in my office. She introduced herself and told me she considered me responsible for the theft. I was inclined to slap her right there and then, but I restrained myself. Then she told me that she understood what was happening in a way that no one else (including myself) did. And I inquired as to what that understanding might be\u2014<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: I told her that she believed that these stolen Egyptian treasures were sacred to her and she had unconsciously prevent them from being profaned\u2014<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: And then she told me I was more or less a Company Girl. Like her, but in a different milieu<\/p>\n

Did you know of Company Girls at the time?<\/em><\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: I did. But the phenomena itself amounted to diddly\u2014for me. However whatever Branca was saying that afternoon, ludicrous as it sounded, rang true. And I listened to her\u2014 against conventional wisdom. She told me to use my instincts, where did I think the treasures should rightly be? How did I think they would get there?<\/p>\n

BMV: I was right of course. All you had to do was follow the money trail. We had the FBI and Interpol working overtime\u2014 they came up with nothing. My people sniffed out the money trail. The goods were changing hands pretty quickly\u2014 the route, which was from LA back to London, then to Istanbul and beyond was the same travel route by which these artifacts had reached the British Museum in reverse!<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: Impossible to believe, they ended up back in Egypt, in the hands of this extremist, nationalist millionaire (whom everyone has heard of by now) who is dedicating his fortunes to rebuilding and recovering the lost glory of Ancient Egypt\u2014<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: He\u2019s reconstructing the pyramids with wage laborers, brick by brick!<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: The tomb of Tutankhamun was reinstated, all the treasures restored. I realized this was my own desire. It was an incredible self-revelation\u2014<\/p>\n

In this case your becoming a Company Girl was about actualizing subliminal impulses. What part does unconscious desire play in the Company Girl make-up?<\/em><\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: Perhaps it\u2019s the cornerstone. There is an interesting twist to this story: a second group of FBI agents from a special unit came in on the case. They were able to identify me as a Company Girl. They deduced that to be in a position to restore the collection, the Museum would first have to get rid of the internal saboteur\u2014 me. So here again, against conventional wisdom, the Museum was forced to resign me\u2014<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: But Christina was under a 5-year contract. So nothing changed, we realized because of the contract.<\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: Technically they can\u2019t attempt to move anything \u2018til her contract expires next Spring.<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: And frankly, they\u2019re welcome to try.<\/p>\n

That was inspirational. Thank you (Laughter).<\/em>
\n Thea, you became a Company Girl by default?<\/em><\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: More or less. At the Bell (Gallery Cinema) I sort of played Mother Superior to all these young female interns. Most of them were just discovering their abilities as Company Girls. It frightened them; it was a little like puberty. Many of them were shipwrecked from temping at major corporations that had exploited them. And I was concerned for them.<\/p>\n

The FBI was part of this concern\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: No one realized how severe the threat was at the time. We had no idea. I thought it was the corporate entities coercing these young women with threats. Girls would go missing, disappear for weeks and then suddenly returned, traumatized. Frightened. My ability awakened as a means of activism\u2014 to protect them. That\u2019s when I formed GirlPak\u2014 which became the generic name for cabals of this sort.<\/p>\n

A good number of GirlPaks have sprouted since then. But what about the FBI, is there actual proof that they are the ones abducting Company Girls?<\/em><\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: There is never concrete evidence for anything. For me the real problem is a certain romanticization some of the girls have towards incarceration.  The truth is that these women are held against their will and worse used as guinea pigs for all sorts of ungodly experiments. There is nothing romantic or sacrificial about it!
\nBMV: We\u2019ve had our martyrs. They\u2019re quite tedious\u2026<\/p>\n

So what does a Consortium like PYTHON actually do?<\/em><\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: Protect and educate. Inform.<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: There is safety in numbers. We protect our girls from the vulnerability that isolation brings.<\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: Also the Girls develop a sense of their abilities\u2014 it\u2019s a necessary guard against exploitation by outside forces.<\/p>\n

But how? What exactly goes on?<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: That is something only a Company Girl can experience.<\/p>\n

Alright. So why the name PYTHON? It\u2019s an unusual choice for a consortium of this sort\u2014<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: There is a myth in West Africa about the sacred python. People risk lives to look for the pythons nest, because not only are there snake eggs, but diamonds\u2014<\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: There is actually scientific proof of this\u2014<\/p>\n

That pythons have a nest of diamonds, isn\u2019t that sort of a dragon\u2019s lair myth?<\/em><\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: It\u2019s not actually a diamond, but pythons regurgitate a hard shiny glittery object, often mistaken for gems\u2014 but you are right, it is the idea of the dragon\u2019s lair\u2014<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: We see ourselves as nesting diamonds. I like very much the idea of the diamond flecked python birthing jewels\u2014<\/p>\n

CA<\/strong>: The other source of PYTHON is the Oracle at Delphi in ancient Greece. Before Apollo gained controlled over the Oracle he had to wrest control of the site from the dragon Pythia\u2014<\/p>\n

TVH<\/strong>: Actually the Oracle was called the Pythia\u2014<\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: And this is who we are.<\/p>\n

It has the ring of a monastic lifestyle to it. In this case a nunnery\u2014 (To Branca) Do you have plans to marry again?<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: I have never planned to marry.<\/p>\n

(There is a moment of definitive silence. And then I realize the interview is over.)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Carter. 1:32 p.m., Tuesday.<\/strong>
\n\u201cYou remember writing this?\u201d
\n\u201cYes I wrote it as far as I know. I just can\u2019t remember not writing it, that\u2019s the problem\u2014\u201d
\nWe are in Carter\u2019s den, the table and chairs completely cluttered with books and manuscripts and journals and…. He clears a space for me on the window ledge to sit.
\n\u201cDid some massive edit warp it?\u201d
\n\u201cNot even Carter. It\u2019s just not possible\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s not possible?\u201d
\n\u201cI submitted it a couple of days ago. Correct me I\u2019m dreaming, but doesn\u2019t it take at least seven weeks to make it to print?\u201d
\n\u201cHmm. I see your point.\u201d
\n\u201cSomething else. Branca\u2019s on the cover\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cToo trashy for your tastes?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t care, except she didn\u2019t want to do this interview in the first place. I spent five months getting through her PR rigmarole, and you don\u2019t know the pile of legalese I had to sign. And then she goes and poses on the cover like it\u2019s some big publicity coup.\u201d
\n\u201cHmm.\u201d
\nWe sit silent for a moment. I realize I am angry\u2014 a part of my temperament Carter is indifferent to. I shift my stance,
\n\u201cWho is Memorex?\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe. She operates by inserting herself into memory.  Dangerous\u2014 no one mentions her, it\u2019s a way of invoking her \u2014best left a rumor…\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not sure I understand\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe is a phenomena. The best analogy is a computer virus: she gets in and rearranges everything.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ve never even heard of her, and I\u2019ve been researching Company Girls for a year and a half now\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYou are certain? Check your memory Otto, she\u2019s in there waiting\u2014\u201d
\nI pause. I am experiencing vague recollections. They flex like obscure muscles.
\n\u201cEvery time you mention her or think of her, something changes\u201d
\n\u201cCarter, what\u2019s going on? Last night I was up and kept hearing stuff collapsing and crashing in the apartment, and then I\u2019d look but I couldn\u2019t figure out where the noise was coming from. And nothing was damaged\u201d
\n\u201cHmm,\u201d
\n\u201cSomething else: is it my imagination, or are there a lot of \u2014 I don\u2019t know, like \u2018agents\u2019 or Security Force types on the street? It\u2019s not so much the people in uniform, it\u2019s\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cThe Legion.\u201d
\n\u201cThe Legion? As in the Security Forces \u2018Legion\u2019?\u201d
\nCarter\u2019s hair: white electric shimmers:
\n\u201cWith the phenomena of the Company Girl on the rise, the Security Forces found themselves in a quandary: how best to combat the mysterious menace? It was not enough to just abduct the Company Girls before they reached legendary proportions; counter measures were needed to follow up. Thus the first round of Company Girls to be abducted were not only experimented on\u2014 they were martyred. Their synaptic templates distilled into one supreme Artificial Intelligence, henceforth known as:
\nThe Mirror, (the Parable of)
\nA Mirror was fashioned such that it housed a pool of multiple reflectors. In this Mirror one perceives past lives and future incarnations. Or rather the possibilities. A closer look reveals the images as irrelevant; after all they are only the shape of desire. It is at this point the true nature emerges, a frightening image. Terrifying for its vulnerability, its will to chaos and despair,<\/p>\n

the human heart is deceitful and wicked above all things,<\/em>
\n who can know it?<\/em><\/p>\n

Peering into this wellspring of horror, the subject recoils at its own reflection; a controlled image is desired. A safety net. Security.
\nThis is the Legion\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cBut who looks into this Mirror?\u201d
\n\u201cThe Mirror is not seen, but heard. It is beamed out as a sublime signal, shaping the world as a vast sonogram. Each one of us is moves about within its frequencies. It is imprinted on our bodies over and over, subsuming our local consciousness. We are all micro-cogs in the humming wheel of this Cosmos and one day the Signal seeps deeper: we awaken to our natures and are confronted with The Mirror. And the terror within us. The choice: Order, in which our body becomes a region\u2014 a network within a supra network, a hive within a hive. This is Legion\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cOr Chaos. A desert of uncertainties, a condition yet unnamed.\u201d
\n\u201cIn the mean time a deepcode encrypted in the body. A secret DNA sequence.\u201d
\n\u201cIndeed, they all sort of look alike\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cThey are uniform. When they look in the Mirror, they see not themselves, but the Perfect One. The Template.\u201d
\n\u201cI see an accident.\u201d
\n\u201cUnforeseen.\u201d
\n\u201cA ripple, then a crack in the surface.\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe\u201d
\n\u201c A layer of that template subtracts herself, regroups consciousness and escapes\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe.\u201d
\n\u201cShe is the part of the program for sequencing. The ability to move in time and reshuffle\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cThrough memory. The past changes the present.\u201d
\n\u201cHence the perfection of Legion is diminished\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cA myopia induced blindness: the one eye that glares and dictates the future\u2014
\n\u201c\u2014finds itself at the mercy of the gouged out bitter eye. The retina reflected memory, the Memorexe\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cThey have no capacity for the past. They are present only Now,\u201d
\n\u201cHaunted, they seek her out. To rejoin her; to correct the imperfect collective gaze of the Mirror\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cBut Memorexe, always one step behind, posing the advantage, resists\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cAll this revealed in a dream, Otto. Waking, we will PROCEED WITH CAUTION\u2014\u201d
\nFor some reason I notice how blue his eyes are. I had forgotten. Desert sky blue. A mad prophet, a hermit; I realize that we have been in trance.
\nCarter says:
\n\u201cThe world as we see it is passing.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oberon. 2:47 p.m., Tuesday<\/strong>
\nOberon is not too far from Carter\u2019s. The front entrance of the warehouse is locked. I pelt nickels at the windows a couple of minutes before Oberon pokes her head out,
\n\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not answering your phone\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI disconnected it. Thanks to you its been ringing off the hook\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean thanks to me? What did I\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cOh stop. Go round the back\u2014 I\u2019ll meet you in the kitchen.\u201d
\nThe kitchen occupies the entire ground floor; there are more theatrical props than kitchen utensils. Shamanic gear, masks, totems, stars. It is also used as a smithy: there\u2019s an old fashioned forge in the center. And a huge fire place where a kettle is on the boil.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s a-shakin\u2019 Otto? You know you could have warned us about the piece. The guys freaked out, they\u2019re in hiding now,\u201d
\n\u201cNot my piece? I\u2019m no done with it yet, besides it\u2019s not due for another month\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYeah and I\u2019m on Neptune: what planet are you on? Do you read the Times at all, do you want tea?
\n\u201cThe Sunday Times?\u2019
\n\u201cThe magazine part. I mean the boys loved it at first\u2014 even though they got into a funk. Smoke?\u201d
\n\u201cNo thanks. Since when does anything scare Peter Wolf?\u201d
\n\u201cSomething\u2019s up Otto. Beowulf was hauled in for a Police line up\u2014 for something totally irrelevant. It\u2019s never happened before. But it means he\u2019s on record. And then the other day someone called here, they thought it was 911. They were trying to report a warehouse burning down\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYou think they\u2019re cracking down on you?\u201d
\nShe pauses to light her cigarette, I observe the process\u2014 is there a point where the automatic gesture becomes autonomous? Like an invisible sub-routine?
\n\u201c\u2014Omens, man. You always expect the unexpected in this business right? I mean that\u2019s what we\u2019re about. I don\u2019t know why the article made everyone AWOL. I thought it was good\u2014 realer than anything you get in the Times, though I\u2019m still trying to figure out if I come off over exoticized\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cReal or Memorexe?\u201d I mutter to myself
\n\u201cDid you say Memorexe?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you know?\u201d
\n\u201cPerson or Phenomena?\u201d
\n\u201cIs there a difference?\u201d
\n\u201cI guess not. Memorexe is some kind of myth, you know. Misinformation\u201d
\n\u201cWhy do you say that?\u201d
\n\u201cSecurity Forces, they\u2019re doing it again. Spreading paranoia. Like UFO stuff \u2014\u201d
\nShe pours us tea and then rummages amongst the newspapers.
\n\u201cYou think they\u2019re behind UFO\u2019s?\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe is a myth, not a former Company Girl turned omniscient\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cOmniscient?\u201d
\n\u201cOK, the only way she\u2019s all-pervading is that she\u2019s in the cultural consciousness, I guess that\u2019s one way of being God. Look, I found it. I don\u2019t like this picture of me, what\u2019s this \u2014 like Helmut Newton meets Munch\u2014\u201d
\nI look at the full-page photograph, I don\u2019t care for it either\u2014 she\u2019s a dark wraith: angst-ridden and sexy. On the opposite page the article. Apparently I had written it.
\nTwo variant signals emerge: one allaying the fact that I have seen neither text nor photo before, the other charged with recollection. Crossing, each cancels out the other, leaving my brain numb with reverb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s all Saurian Patterning underneath:<\/strong>
\n Running With The Wolves<\/strong><\/p>\n

Late last October the Labor protesters found themselves disrupted by a funeral procession. The hearse bore an RIP standard with the name and photograph of Mayor Giullietti\u2014 this confused everyone including the police\u2014 who then realized, too late, it was a form of protest, Confusion gave way to disbelief as the funeral procession converted itself into a birthday float for the Mayor\u2019s grandfather (deceased three years earlier). The police were at loss as to how to apprehend the aberrancy without appearing hostile or even disrespectful to the Mayor and his family. Finally the funeral hearse\/ birthday float procession was left to its machinations amid the Labor protesters.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

What is remarkable is that this relatively harmless bit of mischief occurred two days before the City elections. The Mayor who was almost 18% ahead of his opponent, lost in a landslide. Did the funeral procession\/ birthday float somehow arouse a cloud of confusion about the Mayor\u2019s identity? It was neither his birthday or funeral, but something about the incident projected a certain air of inconsistency about him. Literally nailing his career into a coffin and equating him with the dead. Who engineered this farce anyway? Was it the unseen finger that wields its phantom motor into the life of every conspiracy theory\u2014 or is it, as the speculative word on the street puts it, the call of the wild? A response to the seemingly arbitrariness of ten marauders and a special guest star known collectively as the revolutionary theater troupe Peter Wolf.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

There has always been room in our mythologies for wild clusters of testosterone roaming the imaginary landscapes, be they Robin Hood and his band of merry bandits\u2014 with the honorary female  (love interest), the Maid Marian, or Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. And Wendy.<\/strong><\/em>
\n Oberon is something of a legend in Company Girl Lore. Characteristically lean and smoky, this (self-described) post-Nigerian earns her keep and her reputation as a hired gun for \u201cideological terrorists\u201d. Her natural habitat is in the Badlands of Williamsburg, New York, where she keeps house with \u201cInterventionists\u201d Peter Wolf\u2014<\/strong><\/em>
\n I interviewed them in the rambling warehouse where they live and play. Oberon and seven of the ten-man strong theater company (all surnamed Wolf, by the way):<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

How did this start? How does the Company Girl run with the wolves?<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: Once upon a time, not very long ago I was working at bank doing data-entry. I\u2019m someone who is very sensitive to patterns in language, obscure connections like palindromes no else can see, stuff like that. Well I noticed when I was entering a group of names for example; marketing trainees a warped WOLF acrostic would appear\u2014<\/p>\n

How do you determine a warped acrostic?<\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: For example if the first name was William Johnson, the next would be Leonard Frank\u2014 a pattern would emerge for me: the first letter of the first name and the second letter of that person\u2019s last name. The next name, the first letters of both names\u2014<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a bit esoteric,<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: Well, yes\u2014 but it worked for me. I became fascinated and I would scan whole lists for acrostics with WOLF and then enter them in that order. Every time I did that, the system would crash. Not just on my computer, but the whole bank. Rebooting would take up the whole afternoon, and they couldn\u2019t figure out what the problem was. I did this for a couple of weeks and then got bored. At any rate it completely crippled the bank, in that division folded, but that was after I left anyway. But I got another job temping on Wall Street doing something similar, so I tried to find the WOLF acrostic, this time I hit pay dirt! The lists here had a PETER WOLF pattern\u2014<\/p>\n

Same method?<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: This time, the beauty of it was that all I had to do was find the name \u2018Peter\u2019 in a first or last name, skip an interval of one name, and then the next two entries would yield a WOLF acrostic. The first day I tried it, instead of crashing the system, what it did was to create a bug, which just generally messed with the company. Like reshuffling clients and accounts. The next day I tried something a bit more complicated by asking (acrostically)  WHO IS Peter WOLF. This time whole accounts got obliterated, CEOs were ready to jump off the ledges. You could literally feel the Dow (Dow Jones Industrial Average) plummeting. It was a catastrophe! Made the news all week.<\/p>\n

This was a year and a half ago, nearly two billion dollars worth of holdings in Venezuela\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: Do you realize the impact of that on Latin America? It was a catalyst for the overthrow of two dictatorships and basically debilitated the North American grip over those economies. I didn\u2019t foresee all this then\u2014 I was just giddy with excitement, I knew I was onto something, still I felt my question hadn\u2019t been answered. Needless to say, they had us drones working overtime to rebuild files and retrieve lost information. I asked the question again: WHO IS Peter WOLF? This time I added the question mark. That was the end of that company. This is what\u2019s important: everyday after work during the Peter WOLF episode I\u2019d go have a drink\u2014 but I always noticed a guy at the end of the bar,<\/p>\n

And this was Peter Wolf\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: No. It gets better, it happened three times in a row; after work I go to a bar and this same guy would be there. Different bars too. Anyway the fourth time it happened I went up to him and asked \u201cDoes Peter Wolf mean anything to you?\u201d He just sort of stared blankly,<\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: But I was standing right next to him ordering a drink, and I said \u201cI\u2019m Peter Wolf, who\u2019re you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: The rest is history.<\/p>\n

Peter Wolf:<\/strong> Anti-historic. Magic, man.<\/p>\n

(To Peter) What was your reaction? Had you any idea this was going on, what was your take?<\/em><\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: It was a destiny thing, fated\/slated… I saw her when she walked into the bar. I knew we had Affinity.<\/p>\n

Did you have any idea that the Wall Street Crisis had anything to do with you?<\/em><\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: We\u2019re all connected. I mean I could immediately predict the political consequences for say Latin America at the time\u2014 I felt my energy very much with that flow… But for me, the whole story is about finding your soul mate\u2014<\/p>\n

Is that to say every time you fall in love a financial empire collapses?<\/em>
\n (Laughter)<\/em><\/p>\n

Dred Wolf<\/strong>: Pluck a leaf, disturb a star\u2026<\/p>\n

How did Peter Wolf come into being?<\/em><\/p>\n

Peter Wolf:<\/strong> I was doing performance art\u2014these shamanic scenarios. I and Beowulf used to hang in college.  He moved here with Dred (his brother) and we took over this warehouse space. We wanted do way radical theater. Combining forces, me the Shaman, Beowulf and Dred Wolf being Drudes\u2014<\/p>\n

Druids<\/em>?<\/p>\n

Beowulf<\/strong>: Drudes. Two different strands of our heritage, our mother\u2019s Scot-Irish, our father\u2019s Black. Druids and Dudes… Spoken word, that\u2019s where the force is,<\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: We began to notice that the combination of us three was pure combustion. Without even trying.<\/p>\n

How did you go about  \u201crecruiting\u201d?<\/em><\/p>\n

Dred Wolf<\/strong>: Mickey and Crazy were tagmasters, doing this wild alien graffiti all over the Burg (Williamsburg). I mean they were doing full-scale alien vistas. It was like Pompeii meets Star Wars meets Brueghel. Intensity, man. They were doing the waterfront one night and I was like, yo\u2019 hang with us.<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf<\/strong>: Crazy was so bugged out, he used to go yelling, \u201cdo you see the alien, the alien!\u201d<\/p>\n

Crazy Wolf<\/strong>: Fuck that, we\u2019re all alien.<\/p>\n

(To Horny Wolf) How did you get involved?<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf<\/strong>: DNA. Peter\u2019s my cousin; I came out from the West coast to study at Columbia. Political Science\u2014<\/p>\n

Beowulf:  Well, that never happened\u2014<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf<\/strong>: I just started hanging, my life changed. That just wasn\u2019t my deal anymore\u2026<\/p>\n

Brer Wolf, you have an interesting story,<\/p>\n

Brer Wolf<\/strong>: It is. I had been hired down in the Financial District as a systems analyst. I remember during my first week of work getting off the subway, these three people in some sort of Polynesian masquerades. It was really early, like 8 a.m.\u2014 and they weren\u2019t panhandling either. It was bizarre. The image stayed with me all week and started to haunt my work\u2014<\/p>\n

Haunted by Polynesian masquerades?<\/p>\n

Brer Wolf<\/strong>: I was working with a bunch of acronyms like PEB, SDF\u2014 stuff like that you get in those corporate environments. One of them was SEA which stood for Service Establishments (America)\u2014something like that. Well I kept seeing it and thinking of it as South East Asia\u2014<\/p>\n

Let me guess, you type it in and the whole system crashes\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Brer Wolf<\/strong>: No that\u2019s someone else\u2019s story. I went into the database index on whim and momentarily changed the meaning of the acronym to South East Asia, for all of five seconds\u2014 just to see what sort of anachronisms would sprout. I did it just long enough to get a data printout and then I changed it back. Within five days the company was being sued for its violation of human rights in Indonesia (it was a clothing company). Call me crazy, but I knew, this was about Polynesian Masquerades. A couple of weeks later, I was dating this woman who was way into the Sufi stuff, so she brings me out here to Williamsburg for this chanting session and I remember sort of gravitating to Peter afterwards. We hung out, later we all came back here for hash\u2014 and that\u2019s when I saw the Polynesian stuff hanging on the walls. For me there was no turning back.<\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: The main thing is Affinity. Not just clicking with people, but being a part of an Over-Soul. We\u2019re all soul mates here. One people.<\/p>\n

Beowulf<\/strong>: Uways Al-Rahman\u2014 Sufi Heretic and Dream Wolf is a big connection for us\u2014<\/p>\n

Peter Wolf:<\/strong> He\u2019s the prophet, granddaddy of us all<\/p>\n

Dred Wolf<\/strong>: Yeah, he\u2019s the Guru \u2014anyone this side of radical has some kind of link with him. We met Edge Wolf and Storm Wolf (both not present) at his place. And Howlin\u2019 Wolf too (also absent). He\u2019s round the corner from us and he holds these sort of Sufi chant\/trance sessions. He\u2019s beyond. But most of us sort connected around him.<\/p>\n

Is \u201cmembership\u201d set at ten? Is Peter Wolf expanding, or is it an exclusive boy\u2019s club\u2014 with the honorary Company Girl?<\/em><\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: This is pretty much the core group. We\u2019re all pretty specific in our input\u2014 we\u2019ve got other affiliates though, who come and go. And around full moon we take over abandoned factories and have dionysian jams\u2014 then, everyone in sight is Peter Wolf. On nights like those we\u2019re legion.<\/p>\n

You are self-described \u201cIdeological Terrorists\u201d. What does this mean, wouldn\u2019t you say the term is redundant?<\/em><\/p>\n

(Several replies at once, Horny Wolf prevails)<\/em><\/p>\n

Horny Wolf<\/strong>: Can I answer this? Yeah? We\u2019re interventionists. We are alchemical situationists. We immediately transform time and space. We jar consciousness, prick it\u2014<\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: It\u2019s magic baby, Jazz fusion\u2014<\/p>\n

Mickey Wolf<\/strong>: It\u2019s the Moment<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf:<\/strong> It\u2019s a Horny Moment! White, Hot & Sticky\u2026<\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: It\u2019s about transforming a situation, chain reactions. We are catalysts\u2014<\/p>\n

Beowulf<\/strong>: What\u2019s beautiful is we never have a blueprint. Don\u2019t have a plan ever\u2014<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf<\/strong>: Fuck the Plan! That\u2019s what we\u2019re up against, the Fucking Plan! We believe in Be Horny! Right Now! That\u2019s our ideology\u2014<\/p>\n

Brer Wolf<\/strong>: Free Your Form!<\/p>\n

So basically you\u2019re free-style anarchists\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: Drudes, ye all\u2026<\/p>\n

Mickey Wolf<\/strong>: It\u2019s moment to moment. You flow. Right and Wrong are never static.<\/p>\n

Crazy Wolf<\/strong>: Right place Right time. That\u2019s the Law.<\/p>\n

Do you see yourselves in a Robin Hood-type gesture, steal from the rich, give to the poor\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Peter Wolf<\/strong>: Not necessarily. Give to the flow\u2026<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf:<\/strong> Fuck poor!<\/p>\n

Crazy Wolf<\/strong>: We don\u2019t like poor people or rich people. Hate those muthas; have to be down with the flow\u2026<\/p>\n

How do you feel about other Company Girls?<\/em><\/p>\n

Peter Wolf:<\/strong> There\u2019s a big danger with this Girl Cult thing. So much of it feeds into the Big Lie. It\u2019s the same as the breeder myth\u2014<\/p>\n

Crazy Wolf<\/strong>: Men are women too!<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf<\/strong>: Fuck gender!<\/p>\n

Brer Wolf<\/strong>: We don\u2019t stand for that division. It\u2019s the Big Lie<\/p>\n

Horny Wolf<\/strong>: Fuck girls!<\/p>\n

Mickey Wolf<\/strong>: Fuck You!<\/p>\n

Brer Wolf<\/strong>: I\u2019m open\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(The interview becomes too bawdy and raucous to continue. Later in the day Oberon and I meet at Kellogg\u2019s Diner for coffee. Uninterrupted.)<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t Peter Wolf really Peter Pan?<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>:(laughs) OK, so sometimes I\u2019m the only grownup in sight\u2014but hey, it\u2019s the spontaneity, the ability to interpret and execute the mood of the nano-instant\u2014 that makes our collaborations so successful. The element of Play\u2014it\u2019s so important in revolution. Mirth is subversive. Peter Wolf is Bacchus.<\/p>\n

Do you feel at odds with the other Girls, working in such contact with males?<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: There aren\u2019t any rules you know. At least I won\u2019t accept them. I guess it\u2019s a touchy subject, I\u2019ve been labeled a traitor in some quarters. The truth is that I\u2019ve always preferred male company. I was a tomboy\u2014still am.<\/p>\n

Some would say Femme Fatale\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: There\u2019s a lot of bitchiness out there. I\u2019m not into those girlie leagues that\u2019ve sprouted all over. I mean, I can see how they are useful but they\u2019re not for everyone.<\/p>\n

White, Hot & Sticky?<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: (laughs) Some mantra the guys picked up from \u201cquantum tantra manifesto\u201d. White, Hot and Sticky is the QT logo\u2014 White for infinite possibility, all the colors of the light spectrum; Hot, particles in heat flow faster, more affinity spontaneity; Sticky\u2014 interconnectiveness, at any point. It\u2019s sort of what we practice.<\/p>\n

What happens if your relationship with Peter (Wolf) dissolves\u2014 would that change your involvement with the pack? Would you go solo?<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: Hard to say, probably. I love being with the Pack though, and Peter\u2019s Magickal (with a K), he has such force and focus that it\u2019s near impossible not to have Affinity with him. I don\u2019t know if I\u2019ll ever be a lone wolf. We\u2019re together Now and I guess that\u2019s what important.<\/p>\n

What\u2019s the future?<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: No Future. Only the Moment. Now.<\/p>\n

But you must have a vision, some underlying motivation.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oberon<\/strong>: Funny you would put it that way. There\u2019s this whole thing about a reptile grid going on in my head. I keep noticing a basic reptile scale motif in everything. It\u2019s the bass line of the Cosmos, the reptile brain. I don\u2019t think the dinosaurs ever phased out, they went under cover. And that fascinates me. I don\u2019t know where I\u2019m going with it, but I can tell you it\u2019s all Saurian Patterning underneath.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Mirror. 8:31 p.m., Tuesday.<\/strong>
\nI am home, exhausted. Cleansing my face in the bathroom mirror lines from the Details interview drift across my mind:<\/p>\n

But was there a moment when you knew something had changed?<\/em><\/p>\n

BMV<\/strong>: Perhaps, It\u2019s as simple as taking off your make-up one night, you\u2019re looking in the mirror and you realize you are something other than yourself.<\/em><\/p>\n

I freeze. First of all because I am unsure if this statement is in the original transcript or in the Detail\u2019s piece itself, or worse\u2014 a new recollection. Secondly, I am in stasis because the mirror reflects someone else in the apartment. An obscured figure sitting on my bed.
\n\u201cDoes it matter where you first heard it? Why don\u2019t you accept only that it exists, even if you went back to the transcripts or the article, you\u2019d still find me there\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe.\u201d
\n\u201cYou beckoned. I am at your service.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d
\n\u201cYou tell me. After all you\u2019re the one whose been looking for me all day.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t even know who you were when I woke up this morning. Now all of a sudden, you exist and the world is upside down\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you know? The world as we see it is passing.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd what does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t rub against the grain of your evolution Otto.\u201d
\n\u201c???\u201d
\n\u201cConsider the parable of the dragon falling to earth. Spirit become flesh. Fire to earth. And then all flesh aspires to the heavens once more. This is the Evolutionary loop\u2014\u201d
\n\u201c???\u201d
\n\u201cBut if the dragon becomes mere reptile, a creature that hoards gems\u2014 what is the use? How does it profit him that he gains the World and forfeits his Soul?\u201d
\nI am about to reply but there is a knock at the door.
\nWho is it?
\nIn the mirror there is only my reflection and the room about me.
\nMy bed is unoccupied.
\nThere is a knock at the door
\n\u201cWho is it?\u201d
\nThrough the peephole, a familiar face. That she is welcome is not certain. I open the door,
\n\u201cGood evening Branca what can I do for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jezebel. 8:33 p.m., Tuesday.<\/strong>
\nBranca makes herself at home in my apartment. Or should I say she establishes herself, Chocolat the chocolate labrador at her feet. Chocolat seems like a nice enough dog, but I understand that I am to keep my distance. Branca sits on the bed in verdant silk and pearls; my bed formerly spare and humble according to my tastes reflects a glamour unknown to these habitations. It no longer seems like my home, her presence converts it into a smoking lounge in Marrakech. I imagine I am new on staff, not knowing how or where to position myself,
\n\u201cSorry for the impromptu visit, but it\u2019s important. I need something from you\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe.\u201d
\n\u201cFunny you should ask. She was here a minute ago.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not in the mood for humor Otto\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does everyone want with this person anyway? She\u2019s making everything crazy. She even does it better than you\u2014 no dead millionaires or nothin\u2019\u2013\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s an attractive reward involved\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat would attract me to it?\u201d
\n\u201cI met your landlady. You\u2019re significantly behind your rent.\u201d
\n\u201cAm I really–or are you going to see to that?\u201d
\n\u201cYour options are few. I could help you. You help me. Your life could be very easy\u201d.
\n\u201cMaybe, except I don\u2019t know how to \u201cfind\u201d Memorexe, it seems to me she\u2019s the mistress of her own movements. I\u2019m as much in the dark as you are\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cIs that a fact? Is this a fabrication then?\u201d
\nShe retrieves a document from her purse. Exhibit A. The world as we know it is full of surprises,
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s this? You tell me\u2014\u201d She hands it to me, \u201cthis is the first transcript you submitted to Quasar last week\u2014\u201d
\nI inspect the sheaf of papers. It is a transcript alright, me and Memorexe. Everything about it rings true. Everything happens so fast these days, before you know it, literally.
\n\u201cDo you mind if I hold on to these? I\u2019m curious\u2014\u201d
\nBranca gets up to leave,
\n\u201cIf it will jog your memory. You have the night to think it over. I expect to hear from you by noon tomorrow\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s your beef with Memorexe?\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s not your concern. Tomorrow at noon.\u201d
\n\u201cSo Branca, how did you like the Details cover? Do you think you got enough exposure?\u201d
\nBranca does not dignify my insolence with a response. Chocolat the chocolate labrador growls. How uncharacteristic. I suppose I can\u2019t bring Branca down to my level, instead I must deal with her dog. I recall  Jezebel thrown from the palace balcony\u2014 down into the streets. There her flesh was torn to bits by canines, until her bones gleamed. So let it be with the evil that is Branca. Exalted is the enigma Memorexe. She who will out run wolves, slay PYTHONS and still the forces of Legion in their own darkness. And she will convert unpleasant incidents into invisible objects that implode cataclysmically in your apartment.<\/p>\n

(Excerpts from Real\/Memorexe, Quasar Magazine, April 200_)<\/p>\n

Real\/Memorexe:<\/strong><\/em>
\n Probably the prototype for the Company Girl, Memorexe (her nom de guerre) has become a shadowy mythological figure. She is the first of her kind to gain international repute. During the interview it was easy to understand why she has become such a myth: A shadowy physical presence which becomes harder and harder to register (especially in retrospect), yet a compelling essence\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Contrary to expectation she was not difficult to pin down. Or perhaps she wanted to do this interview. Contrary to popular myth she does not shy from view. Rather, she possesses a unique quality that makes her elusive at will. Our conversations took place over three days in a variety of locations: in dark lounges, sunlit cafes and park benches and hardly smacked of the anticipated cloak and dagger machinations.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Interesting enough my own recollections of the specifities of these exchanges have evaporated; those involved with the transcriptions of the tapes experienced something similar. And perhaps here lies the true potency of Memorexe: her will to ephemera…<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

She is best described in her own words…<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Whether they like you or not, people tend to speak of you in hushed tones. How do you accommodate the mythology surrounding you?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: I have the benefit of being one of the first and perhaps the most visible.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s true, but I guess the question I\u2019m asking is\u2014is there solid ground, is there a basis for all the attention you receive. How much is mere myth and what is fact?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: I am more evolved than most Girls, to my knowledge, the most advanced. Yes, so there are meta elements that are factual. All the same, I don\u2019t know where this is taking me. After a long period of being a savant, I am finally once more in awe of the phenomena.<\/p>\n

Prevalent in your mythology is your escape from prison\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: A while back I studied the lore of this vanished pre-Islamic Saharan culture, I found myself identifying with this demi-goddess or demoness as some called her\u2014 whose name literally means\u2014\u201cShe Who Does Not Fear Captivity\u201d. At some point after months of skillfully dodging and foiling the attempts of FBI agents, I allowed myself to be taken captive. I realized that I was in a lull and this could be the key to the Next Stage. There was a great deal I didn\u2019t understand about my self\u2014I needed the FBI to help me discover.<\/p>\n

So you were willfully incarcerated?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: They ran an inhuman number of tests on me. I became an observer of myself; it was a useful incubation period. Finally when I felt I had made some sort of breakthrough, I walked out. I was held for eighteen months.<\/p>\n

The rumor was that you had died.<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: I was passive no doubt. It was a maximum-security facility\u2014 I was forced to transcend the limits of my captivity\u2014<\/p>\n

But this rumor of your death\u2014 was it FBI propaganda? Reports revealed that your body was stretched way beyond human limits\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: The question of death, technically, yes, but this was always a question of will\/desire. Voluntas\/voluptas. In Latin the two words are differentiated by only one alphabet. It was at the point when they administered physical death I was able to walk away from there without being stopped. It\u2019s ironic, I think the FBI has a policy of disposing of Girls before their reputations reach mythological proportions, what they never counted on was our ability to adapt and subvert restrictions at any given moment\u2014<\/p>\n

Not to harp on a fine point, are you technically dead or alive?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: It\u2019s interesting, as far as the state is concerned, I am persona non grata. I do not exist. That\u2019s my definition of a technical fine point.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Legion. 11:52 a.m., Wednesday.<\/strong>
\nThis morning a call from Ines\u2019s assistant\u2014 it is imperative I come into Quasar at once. What next?
\nI am unnerved, awaiting my arrival in Ines\u2019s office are two Legion\u2014
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d
\n\u201cThese are Agents Dean and Smythe\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWe are Legion\u201d
\n\u201cI can tell.\u201d
\n\u201cThree weeks ago we approached Miss Cu\u00e9llar here to help us track down the criminal Memorexe. She immediately contacted you and assigned you to do a cover story on her\u2014\u201d
\nThree weeks? Funny, seems like only yesterday.
\n\u201cThere is something you need to know: The Memorexe is not a person. It is a highly evolved and lethal Artificial Intelligence\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI thought she was a Company Girl,\u201d
\n\u201cThis is the guise it operates under. The initial template was drawn from was from that of a Company Girl.\u201d
\n\u201cReally? Who?\u201d
\nMy question is ignored.
\n\u201cThe Memorexe has taken on the semblance of a previous identity. It is this format of \u201cCompany Girl\u2019 we have been trying, for some time, to track down. And now finally we\u2019ve succeeded since she\u2019s made contact with you\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat makes you think I\u2019m in contact with her?\u201d
\nInes interjects,
\n\u201cOtto, I\u2019ve shown them the transcripts. They know.\u201d
\nThe by now world famous transcripts. I wonder how if this means there is money in my bank account if I\u2019m the author of all these cover stories…
\n\u201cIf you say so, I\u2019m in contact\u2014 so what\u2019s the problem? Why don\u2019t you move in for the kill?\u201d
\n\u201cNot so simple.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy not, after all you are Legion\u2014\u201d
\nThen I realize, of course, they have no capacity for the past… They are masters of the intricate workings of the moment, but the moment slips away and like Memorexe, becomes a blind side. Beyond their scope\u2014
\n\u201cTo stop Memorexe, we must understand her inner workings, her syntax\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYou need me to write her out, like a program\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cVery good Otto.\u201d
\n\u201cWe were hoping for a sneak preview, Otto\u2014\u201d
\nSneak?
\n\u201cIt would be useful to observe,\u201d
\n\u201cFirsthand\u201d
\n\u201cThe Memorexe, as it rebuilds\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s identity\u201d
\n\u201cAs a Company Girl\u201d
\nThe room sparkles softly. They are in my head, the Legion. How can I poise myself against their penetration?
\nLegion: Yield<\/em>.
\nTo what? What am I afraid of anyway, it\u2019s not like I have anything to hide\u2014 or do I?<\/em>
\nLegion: Do you?<\/em>
\n Otto: Get out of my head.<\/em>
\nMy synapses collapse into the surrounding fuzziness. It\u2019s unbearable
\nLegion: Whom are you resisting Otto? We are Legion; we are your redemption\u2014
\nThe room about me is soft filtered and shiny, mild depthenings of color saturation, Ines\u2019s lipstick seems very dark (does she know? yes of course, she is Legion too\u2014 I\u2019ve been a fool),
\nInes\u2019s lipstick: superbly poisonous, an evil serpent, writhing,
\n Why PYTHON?<\/em>
\nbecause we are subversive, I like the idea of reptilian instinct<\/em>
\n It\u2019s all Saurian Patterning underneath; consider the parable of the dragon… Consider the Mirror Otto,<\/em>
\n Legion: That\u2019s right Otto, lead us to The Memorexe<\/em>
\nWhat am I doing? I can scarcely stop the thought sequence. I can feel the Legion gliding down my pathways. A luminous stroking action. So darkly luxuriant\u2014
\nLegion: The Memorexe rebuilds, give us access\u2014<\/em>
\nSearching for resistance I am a dead dreamer,
\nLegion: We\u2019ll give you what you want Otto\u2014 if you give us what we want\u2014
\nThat\u2019s a darn shame, seeing as I don\u2019t know what I want,
\nWhy would I help them?
\n Legion: There is everything to be gained, Otto\u2014<\/em>
\nAnd how does it profit me to gain the world<\/p>\n

lose my soul…<\/em><\/p>\n

in a pool of reflectors\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s almost futile, Memorexe shows up at every curve, almost of her own volition,
\nLegion: Why would you hoard a known criminal\u2014 at the risk of your own life?<\/em>
\nPerhaps they mean at the risk of my sanity\u2014
\n Legion: Society will be indebted to you, you know. You will be rewarded for your service to mankind. Think of it, what is it you desire most, Otto?<\/em>
\nI wish I knew.
\nThe office is a mild fluorescent gleam, Ines sitting on her desk: a lavish array of sensations,
\nLegion: You were doing so well, don\u2019t stop now\u2014<\/em>
\nsomething lethally cloaked in a velvet purr there. Something steely with claws posing as a mink persuasion engine, flattering me into submission\u2014
\nOr bludgeon me.
\nAlas, I perceive a trap.
\nI am being coerced into rebuilding The Memorexe in my head. I am to allow her to completely write out her existence in my head. Possession. A process that will end my own identity as I know it\u2014
\n Legion: You will be a Legend, a Hero\u2014<\/em>
\nI\u2019m sure, I\u2019ll be Huge.
\n Legion: You\u2019ve been one step ahead of everyone all along, we could use brilliance like yours, give us the Memorexe, Otto\u2014<\/em>
\nI have an idea. Games. Repetition.
\n Otto: Memorexe is in the Details<\/em>
\nA dull flash, the room briefly washes out of color and then saturation reemerges. That was a short circuit. They don\u2019t like to be confronted with repetition, do they? Or memory jogs of any sort\u2014 no capacity for the past…
\nInsurrection is not without its price, now I can feel them stroking me the wrong way.
\n Legion: It is in your interests to cooperate.<\/em>
\nOtto: I see. We\u2019ve reverted to coercion. \u2014<\/em>
\n Legion: Don\u2019t imagine that you can face The Memorexe by yourself. Eventually you will be confronted with the horrors in your own reflection. Your own Karma will condemn you\u2014<\/em>
\n Otto: I\u2019m not afraid of my own reflection\u2014<\/em>
\n Legion: You should be. It is a shadow projected on the world about you. Perceive. There are already threats on your life. Peter Wolf is looking for you. And Branca Meireles-Vermelho has put up a million dollar reward for anyone who can bring you in alive.<\/em>
\nResistance locates itself in the ludicrous. I start to laugh,
\n Legion: Is something funny? What amuses Otto?<\/em>
\nOtto: Since when did Peter Wolf take up bounty hunting?\u201d<\/em>
\n Legion: You are a Collaborator. They consider you the enemy, you are working for Us.<\/em>
\nIt\u2019s a bit presumptuous for either side to house such views. However, the updates of Legion no matter how farfetched are lethal and true. They have command over the moment\u2014
\nNevertheless, I have them worried. My thoughts are too scattered, they need to contain me to a narrower sequence if they are to hold my attention,
\n Legion: We are losing our grip \u2014<\/em>
\nInes leans forward; her mouth is dark and garish.
\nLegion: Make no mistake you\u2019re marked. The best you can do is to cooperate. As we speak your friend, the Sufi guru, Uways Al-Rahman is found murdered in his home\u2014<\/em>
\n Carter!<\/em>
\n Legion: A stake is driven through his heart\u2014the word Collaborator smeared on the wall in his blood. He was suspected to be working with you\u2014<\/em>
\nI am shaky. Carter? It was just yesterday\u2014 well perhaps not, nothing being the way it was.
\nOnly yesterday Carter had said…
\nI recall clearly what he said \u2014
\nAnother recollection overrides,<\/em>
\nwith it Carter\u2019s face, clearly, his eyes. Storm blue. White hair streams like lightning. Uways Al-Rahman the Dream-Wolf says:<\/p>\n

two deserts; one emerging from the other: the heart of everything, in it\u2019s heart, everything,<\/em><\/p>\n

Another impulse overrides, this is not a recollection, it is prescience. I am in Carter\u2019s cluttered den; I place manuscripts on the floor and sit on the chair. Here is Carter, not dead, not alive, but in full Memorexe surround;
\n\u201cCarter, what do I do? They\u2019re after Memorexe\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cMemorexe. She operates by inserting herself into memory\u201d
\n\u201cI know that. But what should I do Carter?\u201d
\n\u201cIs your concern for Memorexe or yourself?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m concerned that my mind is being invaded. Help me!\u201d
\n\u201cThen consider this: the distinction between you and the fugitive sequencing program…
\ntwo deserts; one emerging from the other: the heart of everything, in it\u2019s heart, everything,\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does it mean?\u201d I ask
\nHe smiles. Enigmatic eyes: blue, a crucible of the skies…
\nMemorexe. Waking, we will PROCEED WITH CAUTION<\/em>\u2014
\nThe spell is broken.
\nThe room is oddly real. All seems normal; Ines is Ines. And the agents look just like ordinary Legion (if that is a possibility). It is as though the events the past several minutes never occurred…
\nIn fact, they didn\u2019t. I am confident of their erasure.
\n\u201cOtto listen to me, your only hope is to cooperate\u2014\u201d
\nThis is Ines. The audacity…
\n\u201cWell thank you Ines. I always wanted to be popular. Now everyone wants me\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWill you be serious? They\u2019re assigning a bodyguard to you\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cGood-looking?\u201d
\n\u201cIs this so amusing?\u201d inquires Legion; a couple of crime scene photos of Carter are slapped into my lap. Carter impaled, sprawled across sheaves of unpublished manuscripts. Blood drenched books and journals. It is gruesome, still, death hasn\u2019t his hampered his finer abilities.
\n\u201cDo you want to end up like that?\u201d
\n\u201cYou can\u2019t afford for me to end up like that. At this point you need me\u2014\u201d And this is the saving grace of the situation, I have nothing to fear from Legion or the Security Forces\u2014 as long as I am their link to Memorexe,
\n\u201cIt is your duty as a citizen. Do you realize what chaos this will bring if it is unleashed to the public? It will be the end of all order\u2014\u201d
\nHow can I tell them they\u2019re too late, the party\u2019s already begun\u2014
\n\u201cOtto you must deliver the Memorexe to us.\u201d
\nAnd why do they keep mentioning that name? Don\u2019t they realize every time they do, the story changes?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Subway (Desire). 3:15 p.m., Wednesday.<\/strong>
\nI stand on the platform watching trains flash past. In my mind\u2019s eye, my apartment: objects continue to crash and burn, invisibly. I have an idea for the Future: the train as a virtual living organism, snakelike streaming electrons slithering through the tracks. Embarking, you merge: no longer distinction between passenger and passage. At your stop you disengage, disembark, but are never entirely the same. Your sojourn has transformed you. It is a nuptial…
\nConvinced of my thoughts, I stand here on the platform for hours, refusing to take the train. I am not ready for this Future.
\nHow frustrating for the agents posted all around this station and on the trains. They have to stand here like fools.
\nSuch is the Subway thought: a space transforming itself and it\u2019s subject\u2014
\nDestination always unknown. Looking back in the Mirror, you recognize your face as the one you desired.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nemo. 7:52 p.m., Wednesday.<\/strong>
\nOn every street corner, an agent. I walk determined and aimless for hours. It starts to rain lightly. My wanderings create a maze of the city\u2014 how long can they keep this up? It gets darker and rainier, I\u2019m drenching quickly. Someone behind me with an umbrella. Walks up very close, almost enough to suggest seduction (?). It is dark now. Rain pounds me,
\n\u201cUmbrella?\u201d
\n\u201cAre you my bodyguard?\u201d
\n\u201cAmongst other things.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat would those be?\u201d
\n\u201cI am specially trained to interrogate,\u201d
\n\u201cTorture,\u201d
\n\u201cQuite the opposite. I am from an uncharted branch of the Security Forces, we specialize in Affinity\u201d
\n\u201cHow cryptic indeed. Would you mind saying what you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cParticles in heat flow faster. We are tantric\u201d
\n\u201cSex.\u201d
\n\u201cOur methods of extraction are subtle. The body carries all the information we need, it encrypts it. We arouse the body, unravel the code…\u201d
\nDarkness and water cascade all around us. I can scarcely make out the face of my companion,
\n\u201cI have to admit, that\u2019s a good pick up line.\u201d
\n\u201cHardly. Give me your hand.\u201d
\nReluctance shoved in place by curiosity, I place my hand in his. With his finger he traces a vein from the small of my wrist to mid-palm and applies pressure. It is a nerve trigger for a million neural endings. I fall into a waking trance, too ignited to be unconscious<\/p>\n

two deserts; one emerging from the other:<\/em><\/p>\n

the heart of everything, in it\u2019s heart, everything,<\/em><\/p>\n

my neural system floods into his, all secrets laid bare to the other folding outwards then inwards, oscillating
\nhis code becomes mine
\nmine his
\nThe threshold: suddenly I am diabolical; entering his crypt of pain I am reminiscent of his young wife, dead young wife…
\n\u2014 hence your affinity for me, how bitter when you have to kill me, double the loss…
\n\u2014 I\u2019ll regret it, but it\u2019s protocol
\n\u2014You have forgotten Memorexe
\nThe motion freezes, code, rain, darkness suspended in a split second\u2014
\nOn every street corner, an agent. I walk determined and aimless for hours. It starts to rain lightly. How long can they keep it up? It gets darker and rainier, I\u2019m drenching quickly. Someone behind me with an umbrella walks up very close, close enough to suggest seduction. It\u2019s dark now, the rain pounds me,
\n\u201cUmbrella?\u201d
\n\u201cAre you  my  bodyguard?\u201d
\n\u201cAmongst other things.\u201d
\n\u201cIs it really necessary? There\u2019s an agent on every corner\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cSome of them should seem familiar to you,\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nHe doesn\u2019t need to answer, I have immediate perception. Scanning my memory some of those faces aren\u2019t just nondescript agents:  they are Peter Wolf.
\nI fall silent against rain and darkness. We pass another Wolf. I am afraid.
\nI look to my companion, his face is obscure but familiar through kindness,
\n\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid I\u2019m here to protect you.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy do I feel like I know you?\u201d
\n\u201cWe have an Affinity\u201d
\nAffinity. Such a comforting word on a street plotted with uncertainties.
\n\u201cYou can call me Nemo\u201d
\n\u201cIs that your name?\u201d
\nThe air slices with Wolf Howls\u2014
\n\u201cAmbush! Get down!\u201d
\nI find myself hurled to the pavement, the sheen of his black neoprene raincoat encircling me I am hurled into rain, darkness, darkness, darkness…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(From Transcript Real\/Memorexe, Quasar Magazine, April 1998)<\/em><\/p>\n

Okay then, do you still consider yourself a Company Girl?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: I  think the Company Girl  phase was an elementary one. It was interesting because it formed out of collective desire clusters for liberation and fate. It was about underclasses and underdogs. This was a revolution, we outwitted them\u2014 and us, as well. I compare the phenomena to the immaculate conception\u2014 first you have  the unlikely candidate, angelic interventions\u2014 it was a miracle not just in phantasmic\u2014 but more concrete thrusts. What was my point?
\n(…) Well to answer your question I am no longer of that garden variety\u2014 The Company Girl…
\nAt this point we\u2019re all in church with the saints\u2014<\/p>\n

So how do you refer to yourself now, and\u2014 how should I put this?\u2014 Regarding the phenomena, is there a certain Telos? Do you see yourself as having a role to play\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: I was truly more definite about myself and my intentions maybe two years ago, now, I don\u2019t know. I think I\u2019ve entered the primary vestiges of a \u201cNext Stage\u201d and am too young in the experience to even glimpse a \u201cwhole\u201d. So for now I rely on instincts\u2014 once more. I\u2019ve become a creature of cycles\u2014<\/p>\n

Which brings me to the most obvious and flogged out question of the decade\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: \u2014Are Company Girls another brand of WerePeople? Are we different from Vampires and mermaids?<\/p>\n

Are you?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: Who knows? Those myths are useful in mirror analogies, but I no longer identify with them. If you\u2019re in the business long enough, you become sensitive to cycles and seasons that extend beyond our local lunar and solar trips. There is so much more out there, and you don\u2019t need to be subject to any of it.<\/p>\n

What do you think of the current trend of \u201cgirlpaks\u201d or OG\u2019s (organized girldom)?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: It\u2019s great for those people who are so inclined\u2014<\/p>\n

You don\u2019t subscribe to it?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: No. I always needed to progress at my own pace\u2014 whether that was sped up or  slowed down\u2014<\/p>\n

But do these set ups seem useful to you? What is your relationship to them?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: At  the risk of sounding super-arrogant, I have never needed this sense of camaraderie, and at this point, I am far too enhanced to be useful to such people or vice-versa.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s get back to the question of cycles. What does your current activity consist of? Do you see yourself articulating towards  a goal?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: Current  activity. Being. I suppose. Goal\u2014 to get where I\u2019m going, wherever, whenever, whatever that is.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Otto. 11:18 p.m., Wednesday.<\/strong>
\nEmerging from darkness, I am in a hospital bed. Parts of my body are bandaged. My wrist is sore. There are enough flowers in the room for me to mistake it for a funeral parlor at first… and Ines, talking non-stop. How long has she been talking for? And to whom?
\n\u201c\u2014 and you won\u2019t believe the response, two hours after you arrived here the flowers and the faxes started pouring in. You\u2019re a Star.  I hired a PR agent for you and she\u2019s scheduling a press conference as soon as you\u2019re strong enough\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhy am I a star, Ines? What did I do this time?\u201d
\nShe rolls her eyes,
\n\u2018Oh come on Otto, you know I despise modesty\u2014 and so do you. We\u2019re not just talking about the Memorexe article\u2014 the fact that you were ambushed by the Security Forces Legion and defended yourself valiantly\u2014 I mean thank God that Peter Wolf came to the rescue\u2014 but you, Otto, stood up to the SF Legion and their reign of terror. You\u2019ve single-handedly dismantled their grip over the people. And that is why you are a Star. You\u2019re big. Huge. This better than any Company Girl shtick. Sure, people are blaming you for the War\u2014 but isn\u2019t that what\u2019s at the heart of human nature anyway\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014the human heart is wicked and deceitful above all things…<\/em>
\n I am with Carter, in Memorexe<\/em>
\n \u2014A War?<\/em>
\n \u2014Only if you want it. Not so much War, but rumors of War\u2014<\/em>
\n \u2014 I want to understand,<\/em>
\n \u2014If you look for it in the skies, the birds of the air will precede you; if you look in the depths the creatures of the sea will precede you\u2014<\/em>
\n rather it is in you and without you<\/em>
\n \u2014 it is like the heart of everything, in its heart everything…<\/em><\/p>\n

Ines has left and all is tranquil. At my bedside a selection of magazines amongst them this week\u2019s Rolling Stone<\/em> with Peter Wolf himself on the cover\u2014 shirtless faunus, shadowy curls twisting hornlike, the legend reads:<\/p>\n

The Liberation: Wolf or Pan?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Beneath  it a Women\u2019s Wear Daily,<\/em> Branca on the cover: this time it\u2019s an obituary, the Fashion World mourns the loss of the \u2018Off the Rack Widow\u201d to the savagery of the Wolves. Bizarre. Time Magazine<\/em> has full coverage; apparently some of the young female interns at PYTHON were actually Maenads\u2014 that is Company Girls turned Wolf (who knew?). The Maenads infected Chocolat with Wolf Byte which caused the chocolate Labrador to turn on Branca in the elevator. Wolf Byte. (Memory trigger:  I once met a poet who had spent years in India translating the works of a sixteenth century poetess, Mirabai. She explained to me that she had learnt Sanskrit by instant transmission\u2014 a rabid dog bit her, and while she lay feverish and convulsing with pain, the Sanskrit characters flashed and burned into her consciousness. Hence she became fluent). What had they done to poor Chocolat? According to the story when the elevator doors opened, she was recognizable only by her trademark diamonds still clinging to schrapnelled bone and flesh. That\u2019s what the publication says. She is the first famous casualty of the War.
\nSo much for the threats, Branca.
\nThere is the Quasar<\/em> with my cover story on Memorexe. I don\u2019t bother to read it, I merely look at the  date. It\u2019s last month\u2019s edition.
\nI buzz for a nurse, I want all the flowers removed.
\nFor a few minutes the room fills with the low twittery hum of orderlies clearing out the bouquets. The fragrance is overwhelming. There are discreet oohs and ahs at the names of celebrities and dignitaries attached to the flowers. How nice to be so popular and loved by all. A nurse comes in, she is here to change my dressing. Tense, precise. Silent. When the others leave, she avoids making eye-contact, but when she does it\u2019s part accusatory and part\u2014
\n\u201cWhy are you afraid?\u201d
\n\u201cI know what you are\u201d
\n\u201cReally?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not afraid of you\u201d
\nShe belongs to some variant Pentecostal Church, I can tell. She can perceive things others would generally not, and probably  a bit more paranoid.
\n\u201cThey say you are the first of your kind. That you embody The Memorexe. And there will be more. More of you changing the Past, until the Present becomes incomprehensible and the Future, Chaos.\u201d
\nShe deftly winds the linens,
\n\u201cBut those of us who put there trust in the Lord, the Almighty will not be prey to your seductions\u2014\u201d
\nSeduction?
\nShe stiffens, as if my thought\/question is an exterior one
\n\u201cAre you done?\u201d I ask
\nShe looks down at the dressing. It is quite perfect and  accomplished,
\nShe says \u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cGood. Is that a wardrobe by the door? Is there a mirror on the door inside?
\nShe says \u201cYes\u201d
\n\u201cLeave it open on your way out, so I can see my reflection. Thank you\u201d
\nWithout further ado she swings it open, switches off the light in the room and leaves.
\nThe  room fills with another sort of light. Memorexe actualizes in the mirror
\n\u201cI suppose you could tell me how long I\u2019ve been  here?\u201d
\n\u201cSix hours, less. It\u2019s irrelevant.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much has changed?\u201d
\n\u201cEverything changes. The world is flux.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much is paradox\u2014 to me\u201d
\n\u201cEverything. You are already used to it, you see\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cIt seems I\u2019m not the only one aware of the paradoxes\u201d
\n\u201cEveryone will awaken to it, eventually\u2014 and then be forced to confront their true selves. They will understand that the world around them is a projection of their true natures\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI think they will understand  that the world around them is in chaos. Hell.\u201d
\n\u201c\u2014the world merely passes, now each one must unravel her own salvation\u2014 there will no  longer be the props of state, church, family, society. No more, the crutches of middlebrow moralities and self-deprecating legal systems. No more the restraints of The Legion. It is the world as you define it. This is the meaning of the War\u201d
\n\u201cOr the rumors of War,\u201d
\n\u201cIsn\u2019t this what you wished for?\u201d
\nWas it? Somehow I couldn\u2019t shape an argument against it. I thought of my apartment with it\u2019s own phantasmic catastrophes unfolding\u2014beyond my reach.
\nIs this my secret wish?\u2014
\n\u201cI have a question\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cAll that is paradox is your perspective of me.\u201d
\nI am suddenly tired and feverish. I ache,
\n\u201cEvery time  you show up I feel like my head\u2019s been rearranged.\u201d
\nThere is no reply to  this.
\nI realize I am speaking  to an empty room, nevertheless,
\n\u201cYesterday I was an underpaid, under appreciated writer with few and  far between prospects. It\u2019s barely twenty-four hours, now I\u2019m feared, famous and admired. What I want to know is: have we been the same person all along? Are you my until now, silent invisible projection, an unleashed djinn\u2014
\nOr is it the other way around?
\nAm I Real?
\nAm I Memorexe?\u201d<\/p>\n

(From Transcript Real\/Memorexe, Quasar Magazine, April 1998)<\/em><\/p>\n

What has changed for you. What\u2019s different?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: My tolerance for populations. Crowds. Noise. I used to be such a cosmopolitan, now cities make me claustrophobic. I started to shun bars, restaurants, nightlife…. I crave stark simplicity. I find myself traveling for months in the Urals, Siberia, Mongolia then I come back for a few weeks. The city gives me no peace.<\/p>\n

Desert spaces? Wouldn\u2019t that have to do with a sense of displacement? A lost sense of home?<\/em><\/p>\n

MEMOREXE<\/strong>: Unheimlichkeit<\/em> for sure. There was the incident where someone broke into my apartment while I was sleeping. Stuff was stolen, but everything had  been rearranged. My friend Herman kept insisting I call the police, but I couldn\u2019t have told them what was stolen. The whole room had been rearranged.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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Had she mistaken another article for mine, O happy fault! \u201cIt\u2019s fantastic Otto, you\u2019ve been riding ahead of the trend all along\u2014 nobody else has done anything on the \u2018Company Girl\u2019 phenomena, you\u2019re the first one to shape it into definitive zeitgeist mode\u2014\u201d How did she get her hands on it? Who is she sleeping with? I am concerned: are they doing the piece without my permission? Granted it was an unsolicited article\u2014 but they couldn\u2019t be so foolhardy as to do something so crass. Besides, such a response would be premature, I had only submitted it last week. My discomfort is lost on Ines: \u201cFor the first time the \u2018Company Girl\u2019 in dazzling  flesh\u2014\u201d \u201cAnd you want to jump on the bandwagon?\u201d \u201cHave you heard of Memorexe?\u201d \u201cAs in \u201cIs it live or is it memorex?\u201d\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s a legend amongst Company Girls. The Original One\u201d \u201cNever heard of her.\u201d Yet some unseen movement throttles my brain\u2014 \u201cWell I have my sources, but see what you can come up with. I think we\u2019re on to something Otto. Huge. Memorexe is wanted by the FBI and the Security Forces,\u201d \u201cA fugitive? And I\u2019m to track her down?\u201d \u201cYou know the \u2018Company Girl\u2019. You understand her psychology, the invisible cogs. You have an instinct…\u201d \u201cMemorex? Sounds like something for  your marketing department.\u201d \u201cHaha, you\u2019re so amusing Otto. I want this on the cover.  I want this on the year\u2019s best list. You\u2019ll even get an expense account. Smile Otto, it\u2019s exciting\u2014\u201d How promising. She\u2019s on the phone, on to other things, chatting fervently, dark lipstick, nails, legs\u2014 hype: our Ines, a force of nature unto herself. Who am I looking for? 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I paid a visit to PYTHON, one of the better known Girl Paks and met with the forces behind this consortium; Branca Meireles-Vermelho, the 38 year-old former Miss Brazil and one time fashion model\u2019s penchant for marrying millionaires (three in a row to date) shortly before their demise has earned her notoriety as \u201cThe Off-The-Rack Widow\u201d. Ms. Meireles-Vermelho\u2019s adventures in matrimony have landed her in the neighborhood of triple digit millions, making her one of the wealthiest women in the world. Her recent liquidation of deceased husband, Morton Stanley\u2019s assets, have created a crisis which Wall St. is still recovering from. 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