The Zero

By Andre Bertolino

A first person account of the 9/11 attacks from an arms length point of view.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andre Bertolino
• Release date: May 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463350379

Andre Bertolino

Biography:At 5:23 AM on October the 18th 1980 C.E. 45◦ x 43◦ longitude, Andre Bertolino was born foot first, because he’s not a head first kind of guy. He was blue when he entered this world, and then he died. Dr. Thothmos called it “S.I.D.S.” and brought him back to life, because it would make Oneida hospital look bad if people died there for no apparent reason, other than a meaningless acronym. Also it was a matter of national security. American children are an asset, who else is going to fight our wars for us? Many ancient cultures would have just let Andre die, saying “this kid is obviously never going to fight our wars for us, he dies way too easy!”Andre has always loved food. His first word was, “cookie.” Not “mom” or “dad” or “baba.” His second word was, “Ma”, short for the Hebrew word for soup, Marrer. Andre reads ancient Hebrew at a second grade level. In most other areas he was a perfectly normal Earth born human child. Now he is 35 years old and six feet tall. He has won many awards, including the prestigious “employee of the month award.” He is composed of enough water to fill a ten gallon barrel, sufficient fat for seven cakes of soap, enough carbon for nine thousand pencils, enough phosphorus to make twenty thousand match heads, plenty of magnesium for one dose of salts, enough iron to make one medium sized nail. Ample lime to whitewash a chicken coop and an adequate amount of Sulfur to rid one dog of fleas. He lives & “works” in Savannah GA.

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The Zero

My co-workers told me that N.Y.C. was under attack but i did not find their claim to be credible. Events are after all, only things that happen untimely or out of place. my co-workers were discussing it as if it were just another one of those things that happen in the city, one of those things that New York had a way of doing every now and then. It assailed you with an image so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.

These out- of -the ordinary days happened, and re-happened, because N.Y. was a city uninterested in history. Strange things occurred precisely because there was no necessary regard for the past. The city lived in a sort of everyday present. It had no need to believe in